Kirjahaku

"I want to paint you, Valeria.""Paint me?""Yes. Naked."KhalidI never thought I would find her in my art gallery looking like an angel. Valeria Dunne, the stunning beauty who has me wrapped around her nimble finger since the first glance.I don't know how I am going to handle her. She is too pure, too sweet and too good to be true for a man whose past demons are still haunting him.But I cannot rest until I have her trembling beneath me. I want to seduce her. Take her to my country Azmia and ravish her. Paint her naked and paint on her.She is my muse. And I will do anything to claim her as mine. My everything.ValeriaI never thought I would find adoration and love in him. The rugged Prince of Azmia, Khalid Al Latif, who loves to whisper filthy words in my ears.But I did, and now I cannot resist his allure. I don't know how I am going to handle him. He is too kind, too handsome and too good to be true for someone whose past is still haunting her.He wants to date me. Take me to Azmia and paint me paint on my naked body with his hands.Be his muse. How can I ever deny him when I feel so desired and safe in his arms?PREVIEW: "This is not the right time because I want to paint you, Valeria," Khalid whispered in his deep, velvety voice."P-paint me?"I could smell his musky scent when he crooned in my ear. "Yes. Naked."I trembled, my body reacting acutely to his teasing words.He continued in his low voice, his finger trailing over my neck, "I want to paint your pale skin. Your neck. Your sensual body. Your stunning eyes. Your lush lips. Your red copper hair."Khalid flicked my ear with his tongue, making me gasp when he whispered dirtily, "Your tits.""I can paint on you too, my sweet one." He planted a soft kiss below my ear. My breathing growing erratic and breasts aching to be touched. "Lay your naked body on my bed and paint on your bare skin with my hands. Would you like that, Valeria?"I was clenching my legs tightly, melting hot desire gushing my underwear. My heart thudded loudly against my chest. I licked my lips and answered, "I... I would love that, Khalid."★★★★★ "I enjoyed the story immensely. I am in love with Khalid "

"I want you to hurt me.""Where do you want me to hurt you, Princess?""Here." I placed his large, calloused hands on my chest. Lowering them to where I wanted him the most."Everywhere."ZaraI met him, the handsome, wicked stranger, when I sneaked out of the Golden Palace on my nineteenth birthday.He crooned filthy, dirty words in my ears. Claiming me as His Princess when I spent a night with him.What I did not plan was to meet that handsome, rugged stranger, Hayden Knight, after two years. He had disappeared that morning with a broken promise.Now he wants me. For more than a night, not knowing that I am a Royal Princess. I have no choice but to forget the events of that night and move on because being a Princess of Azmia comes at a cost.I have to forget him, even if my body craves his firm hold. His sapphire blue eyes curling with delicious desire that made me want to crawl on my knees and sin for him.All I know is that I won't be able to refuse him, especially his cruel mouth, despite the consequences.HaydenI met her, the innocent doe-eyed vixen, when I first visited Azmia. Someone as sweet as her intrigued me, begging me to hurt her in the most delicious ways possible.Her soft moans were music to my ears when I marked her soft skin that night. The stunning little rebel who made me want to kneel and worship her between her legs.What I did not expect was to see her in a short dress, even shorter hair and a bigger smile after two years of endless search, looking enchanting as ever.I crave to hold her in my arms, lay down anything and everything for her.This time, I will have her. For more than a night.After all, she is a Princess to my Knight.♛♛♛PREVIEW: "I want you to hurt me," I breathed, staring at his eyes. They were a dark, sexy shade of blue. They compelled me to do terrible, dirty things to him and for him. Things I had never imagined I would ever want, but... there was something about him that made me want to be just Zara.Not the Princess who had her own castle, who ate with a golden spoon every day, who was spoiled rotten since the day she was born.No. With him, I just wanted to be Zara, a woman who wanted to be pleased and do the pleasing."Where do you want me to hurt you, Princess?" Hayden asked, a hint of a smirk on his lips as his eyes gleamed with unknown emotion.My lips parted, but no words came out. He wants me to make the first move. He wanted to make sure I wanted this just as much as he wanted it even though I was eleven years younger than him.The thought of this man, this handsome, sexy man wanting to hurt me because I told him to, scared and excited me. It was thrilling."Here." I placed his calloused hands on my breasts, still covered in the satin fabric of the beige dress. His eyes darkened, his face becoming sharper when he clenched his jaw. I licked my lips, sliding his hands to my waist. Lower."Everywhere."

"You are cruel.""You don't know cruel, Elena. Now spread your legs and let me see how much you soaked my sheets so I can spank you for it."ZayedBeing the Sheikh of Azmia, one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, comes with a few perks. Endless parties, owning a handful of oasis including an island, sleeping around with princes and princesses, and unfortunately, having a guard to protect me.After a little stabbing incident-no, you naughty girl, it was a literal dagger-in-my-abdomen-and-I-fainted stabbing incident-my bodyguard turns out to be none other than my ex-lover, Elena Hill.She is strong, fierce, smart, but she is a cold witch and her existence taints my fun. The only thing I still like about her is her ample bosom. Don't tell her, but I fantasize about them a lot.Not to mention, she is a beautiful plaything. I had given her my own heart when we were sixteen only to be betrayed. Now all I want to do is tug at her blonde ponytail and kiss away her frown.Having her as a guard puts a hindrance in my plan and the way Azmia is slowly starting to crumble, I have to do something about it. I won't be able to keep my hands off of her as much as we hate each other because under our hateful guise, we adore each other. But I have grown up, charming her into my bed was one of my tricks.I have several others left...ElenaI thought catching the biggest drug ring leader in New York as an FBI agent was hard. Until my friend Zain, Sultan of Azmia, asked me to babysit a thirty-four-year-old idiot of a Sheikh.Zayed Al Fasih is an irresistible asshole. The only redeeming quality his six feet three body holds is his dimples. He is handsome, charming, notoriously mischief and started a fire-yes, a everyone-needs-to-evacuate-the-palace fire in The Golden Palace of Azmia.I have to help my friends, protect Azmia, and the charming Sheikh who loves to annoy me and somehow we always end up naked and pressed against each other. He is the last person I want to be with while his smug boyish grin slowly thaws my cold heart after all these years of hating him. Because under all his charming facade, he has a heart of gold that was broken.As much as I hate him, I want to help him. Even if it costs me my own heart in return.PREVIEW: "You are going to pick up the phone and bend over that sink for me like a good kitten." I said and unbuttoned her pants when she tried to pull away."I-I can't-""Then I will." I accepted the call and turned it on the speaker. My other hand found her lacy underwear and pushed my finger against the wetness between her lips.She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut when we both heard the soft voice. "Hello? Elena?"I closed her mouth and hissed in her ear, "Stay quiet or he will hear how good my fingers feel inside you."Elena glared at me, her eyes full of lust, anger and hatred. Good. I wanted her to hate me. Hate me when I rubbed her needy swollen button through her wet panties. Hate me as I peeled her jeans from her toned, long legs. Hate me as I look at her and hold the lace in my hands, ripping it off of her skin with a tear. Hate me with a burning passion of lust when I cup her where she was burning hot and tell her to answer her call.♥︎♥︎♥︎

DON'T DATE YOUR BEST FRIENDHe is her best-friend. She is the girl next door. Will they be ever more than just friends?Kiara Sharma and Ethan Kane had been best friends since they were children. They'd shared everything in their eighteen years together except romance. They should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make.Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forgetone little kiss that might change everything.DON'T DATE YOUR EX BEST FRIENDHe is her ex-best-friend. She is his ex-girlfriend. Will they survive living under one roof?Kiara Sharma and Ethan Kane were once best friends and, more than that, they were each other's first kiss. First love. Everyone knew they were inseparable, always laughing and joking. Some would say they were meant to be together. Their desire towards each other is like a ticking bomb. They don't know when it will explode and who will fall first. Kiara or Ethan?But one thing is for sure-promises will break, tears will fall andso will Kiara's thong. If you like raw emotions, diverse characters, swoon-worthy romance with sizzling hot scenes, then you'll love Mahi Mistry's The Unfolding Duet.Buy The Unfolding Duet to read the sweet, steamy romance today