Novels by Moan Lounge

Olivia's POV “Oh God, it hurts,” I gasped, clutching my stomach. The pain was sharp. My whole body was shaking so much, the cold was digging into my bones. "Liam?" My lips barely moved. The world was fading in and out. “Get her out of there!” a hard voice barked. "Put her in the car, now!" Another voice answered with a panicked tone. “I–I was just trying to take her to the hospital, sir! She collapsed at the gate... no one would help, even when I called! I had no choice, I swear, I didn't want her to die out there! I couldn’t just leave her there!” I forced my eyes open when I heard something creak. Everything blurred. I looked around anyway, and noticed I was lying in the backseat of a car, blood was sticking to my skin. Outside, dark figures moved, surrounding the car. Snow was falling heavily around them. “Where… where am I?” I whispered. “Mrs. Smith,” a calm, familiar voice answered. It was Vincent. “You’ll be taken care of. A doctor is waiting.” “Vincent. My... babi

Liam's POV“Divorce or not, she’s still their mother.” My uncle Henry frowned. “Shouldn’t she be breastfeeding?”I sighed, shutting my eyes for a second. I’d had enough.“Moore,” I called, waving my butler over.He was already hovering nearby.Moore stepped forward instantly, and then he asked, “Yes, sir?”“Get me something strong. Now.”Moore nodded and moved fast, disappearing toward the bar. Then he returned with a decanter and a glass. After pouring, I took a long gulp. The burn of the first swallow hit hard.My grandpa, Arthur, leaned forward, clasping his wrinkled hands. “So, Liam. How did it go? Did she sign the papers?”I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the glass. “I gave them to her. She’s... resisting. Doesn’t want to let go of the twins.”Dad scoffed, swirling his own drink. “She has no choice. You’re a Smith. She’s nothing. She'll sign or we’ll make her. You need a real wife. Someone like Evelyn Vaughn. Olivia has outlived her usefulness.”“Exactly,” my uncle Jackson

Liam's POVThe Rolls-Royce slid into the garage of Smith Estate as I leaned back in the leather seat, rubbing my temples. Olivia’s screams still rang in my ears and her bloodied hands pounding my car, begging for my babies.Pathetic. She was always clinging, always weak. Yet when I glanced down at the smear of red on my sleeve, something twisted in me.Two years of marriage and we were strangers. No... worse. Strangers who fvcked. She was gorgeous, though. She had this snow-pale skin, long golden hair, and that smooth baby face. A body that never stopped tempting me. Always made my c0ck hard. That was why I kept her around. That was why I never got tired of her.“Shit,” I muttered when I saw the crowd.My family was already at the car: parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, even the brats. Their faces pressed to the glass like vultures.“Why the hell are they here?”Olivia's stunt at the hospital had already soured my mood, and now this circus? I wasn't in the mood for their c

I don’t know how long I stayed there in the garage, frozen and bleeding. My cruel, devil husband had taken everything and left me with nothing but divorce papers.Even though I was still shaking badly, I forced myself to my feet. My hand still dripped from the torn IV.Snowflakes landed in my hair as I limped out of the garage barefoot, and half-naked in my hospital gown that was whipping in the wind.A cab idled nearby by the curb, the driver was leaning against the hood, smoking a cigarette. He straightened when he saw me, his eyes went wide.“Jesus, lady. Are you okay?” the driver said. “You need to be in a hospital–”“I was just in one,” I snapped, my voice was thick with tears. “Please, take me to Smith Estate. 1420 Crestwood Drive. Aspen Hills. Hurry.”He blinked. Then he stared at me really hard, his cigarette was dangling from his lips. “Are you sure about that address? That’s–”“I live there!” I shouted, clutching my stomach as another wave of pain hit me again."Really?" He

"What the hell are you talking about, Liam? Divorce? Here? In the hospital?” I almost laughed.Never in my life had I met a man so cruel. Liam wasn't just heartless, he was the devil reincarnated, walking around in a man's skin.“This is my reward? Sixteen hours of excruciating labor to bring your babies into the world, and you thank me with this? Tell me you're joking. Please… tell me you're fvcking joking.”I couldn't believe it. He wouldn't dare. Not while I was still bleeding and broken from bringing his babies into the world. But of course, the asshole didn't even flinch. He just kept going.“I’m taking full custody of the twins,” he said. His voice was cold like ice. “You’re not their mother. Not anymore.”Then he picked up the car seats, one in each hand, and turned toward the door.I blinked. And then I rubbed my eyes to be sure if this wasn't a nightmare. My fingers fumbled with the folder, flipping it open. The words "Divorce Agreement" stared back at me in bold, black lett

The first thing I felt was that sharp pain as a rough hand shook me hard. My whole body was aching so bad that I couldn't even lift a finger or open my eyes."What the fvck, Olivia?!" a deep voice roared. "Wake the hell up!"That voice. I knew it instantly.It was Liam Smith. My so-called husband. The man who hadn’t shown up for sixteen hours of labor. The man who only ever touched me when he wanted to remind me that my body was his, not mine.Love has never existed between us.Our marriage had always been just sex, more sex, anger, war, and scars. We didn't know another language. And I was always the one left bleeding."Liam?" I said, but my voice was very weak.I bit my lip hard as I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t listen. I could still feel the stitches holding me together after the tear I had suffered after giving birth. They burned like fire."Don't fvck with me, Olivia. I know you can hear me," Liam growled, shaking me harder. "You gave birth, not got run over by a damn tru

"Kyle," I mumbled his name against his mouth, but my voice was weak and helpless.My head was spinning now.Kyle didn’t slow down. His tongue slid into my mouth as his hands kneaded my breast. My anger was gone before I knew and it was quickly replaced with tingling sparks through my body.When he finally pulled back we were both breathing fast. He reached out and wiped my tears with his thumb.“You’re mine, Mirabel,” he murmured.His mouth moved down my neck, sucking and grazing, and I arched into him when he reached my breast. He sucked through the fabric.“I’m still mad,” I managed to say, my voice was shaking.“I know.” He sucked harder, making my body tremble.I gasped, gripping the sheets.My entire body was melting.Then I blurted the thing that terrified me. “How are we supposed to make a real baby if Zoey shows up? She’ll ruin everything.”He dragged his tongue lower, over the dress, to my bellybutton. My head kept spinning when he started sucking."Kyle... I'll fight you, yo

Damian led me down a quiet hallway into a private dining room. The door clicked shut behind us, and then locked. The sound made my stomach flip.Before I could say a word, he pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. I felt his tongue slid into my mouth and licked me clean as if he had been starving. I moaned into him, my hands grabbing his shirt. My body was already giving in despite the fear.He yanked my dress down, the sequins brushing my skin. And my bra was gone seconds later. His hands were rough and greedy, squeezing my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until I gasped. My pu$sy was already soaking and aching. I needed him more than I should.“Damian,” I breathed out, my voice was shaky.He spun me around, and bent me over the long table. The wood was cold against my skin. Then he shoved my dress up and ripped my panties off like they were nothing. I clutched the edge of the table, shaking, barely able to breathe as I felt his hard c0ck rubbing between my ass and pu$s

“What’s wrong?” Damian asked. His voice was way too casual for what his fingers were doing to me under the table.I shook my head, trying to stay still, but my body was trembling by the fear and pleasure running through me. His fingers slipped inside me... one, then two, moving slowly and deeply, while he sipped his wine with his other hand. His face was calm. I gripped my glass so hard my hand hurt, trying not to spill the water or the way I was falling apart. My pu$sy clenched around his fingers, and I could feel my orgasm building faster.Then the host’s voice cut through. “Please welcome Damian Holt, the CEO of Holt Industries to the stage!”Applause erupted.Damian pulled his fingers out, leaving me aching and breathless. Then, without missing a beat, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean... his eyes locked on mine the entire time.My heart stopped. My cheeks burned. I didn’t dare look at his parents, but I could feel their anger like a wave crashing over me.He stood

The paramedics shoved me inside the ambulance. My mom climbed in, while Kyle’s mom sat beside me, holding my hand like she actually cared. The doors slammed shut, sirens wailing as my cramps twisted deeper. Blood streaked my thighs, cold air mixing with the metallic smell. My mind screamed his name. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here?Then the back doors crashed open.“Get your fvcking hands off my girl.”His voice was a growl, if was low and lethal. My head snapped up. Kyle filled the doorway, snow clinging to his jacket, his eyes were black with rage. Every muscle in his body looked ready to destroy.“Kyle,” I breathed, my voice was breaking on his name.“I’m here, baby,” he said, softer now, but his stare stayed murderous as it swept the ambulance.The paramedic pulled his hands back like Kyle’s glare burned.He climbed inside, grabbed the stretcher, and yanked me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Then his mouth crashed against mine, the kiss was rough and desperate, claiming me

“My baby… oh God, my baby. Please don’t let me lose it. Kyle loves it so much.”Helen, Kyle’s mother, dropped to her knees beside me. Then she pulled me into her arms. Her touch startled me; hours ago, she’d spit venom at me. Now her voice was soft, almost maternal.“Shh, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen to the baby. We won’t let it.” She snapped her head toward her husband, her eyes were blazing. “Call 911, Richard. Now!”I caught sight of my mom’s face, and froze. Her eyes were wild, black with fury. She looked ready to tear me apart.“You’re lying,” she hissed, trembling with rage. “You’re not pregnant. You’re trying to trap him.”“Sandra, enough!” Helen snarled, clutching me tighter. “She’s bleeding, for God's sake! Do you want her to lose the baby?”“There is no baby!” my mom shrieked. “She’s a liar... a filthy sinner!”“Enough!” Bishop Callahan’s voice cracked through the chaos. It was thunderous. “Mirabel needs a doctor. Immediately. Do you think she would be bleeding if t

I jolted awake with a stabbing pain low in my belly, sharp enough to make me bite down on my lip. My hand searched blindly across the sheets, desperate for Kyle’s warmth.Nothing. Just cold emptiness.“Kyle?” My voice was weak, barely a croak as I forced my eyes open. "Kyle?"No answer.I sat up, blinking against the dim light. This wasn’t the couch we had been lying on. The room was massive: sleek, expensive. A chandelier glittered overhead.My heart pounded."Where am I? Are we still in his parents’ mansion?"I yanked the blanket back and froze.Blood. Dark red, blooming across the perfect white sheets. My stomach dropped. Too much. Way too much.“No, no, no…” My hands flew to my thighs, it was sticky and wet. My period wasn't supposed to be this heavy.Panic clawed at my chest.“Kyle!” I shouted, ignoring the pain as I crawled off the bed and toward a door beside the room.I stumbled into a marble bathroom and tore through cabinets. Shoving aside towels and fancy soaps. No tampons

I kept to Wesley’s side as the room fell apart. The executives were shouting over each other, faces white, papers scattering... panic everywhere.Jonah and Constance were screaming at me like I’d already destroyed them. I wanted to melt into the floor.Then Damian pushed through the door like a storm. The room went quiet. He looked at me like I’d lied to him, fury was written all over his face.“What the fvck are you doing here, Lila?” he snapped. “You said you’d break it off last night.”“I–” I started, clutching Wesley's arm. My voice was shaking. “I couldn’t do it. I came here to do it today.”Wesley’s face tightened. “You were going to break up with me?” he asked, he looked confused and hurt.Constance lost it. She stepped toward Damian, pleading, practically begging him. “Take her. Do whatever you want with her. Just forgive Wesley. He’ll never go near her again, I swear!” Her voice was frantic, and her hands were trembling.Wesley pushed back. “Mom, what the hell? I love her! We

The whiskey burned down my throat, ice clinking in the glass I was strangling with my grip. My jaw ached from clenching. The VIP lounge of The Obden Club was loud with cigar smoke and business talk from my friends, but I wasn’t hearing shit.All I saw was Lila. Her walking away with Wesley fvcking Kane at the Harrington party. Her choosing him... after I’d fvcked her raw in that stall, after I marked her.My c0ck twitched at the memory, but rage drowned it out.“Yo, Damian,” Jake, my buddy with the buzz cut said, nudging me. “What's up with you, man? You're off, like you’re not even here.”Ryan smirked, leaning forward as he adjusted his Rolex. “Yeah. You've been a ghost lately, ever since you and that girl Lila split. Don’t tell me you’re sulking ‘cause Lila’s warming Wesley Kane’s bed now.”I cut him a look sharp enough to kill.“Watch your fvcking mouth,” I growled, my glass cracking under my grip. “Nobody said we’re over. Lila and I just had a… misunderstanding, that's all.”Jake h

Wesley drove in silence, his knuckles were turning white on the wheel, and his eyes were flicking to me every few seconds. I hugged the robe tighter, biting my lip harder now.“Are we gonna talk about it?” Wesley finally asked, his voice was rough. “What’s going on, Lila?”“We’ll talk,” I whispered, staring out the window. “Just… take me home first.”“Lila, come on,” he pressed, sharper now. “You’re acting strange. What happened back there?”“I’m fine,” I lied, my throat was tight. “Please, just get me home.”He muttered under his breath but kept driving. The city lights streaked by, my stomach was twisting, shame and fear was climbing higher with every mile.When we reached my building, I pushed the door open fast, wincing as I stepped out. Every movement sent a fresh ache between my legs.“Lila, are you sure you’re okay?” Wesley asked, catching up, his hand brushing my arm. “You look like you’re in pain.”“I’m fine,” I forced a smile, rushing toward the elevator.He stopped the doors

I finally got Damian to stop after begging him. My body was too sore to take more.By the time we stepped out of the stall, my legs felt like they might give out. My heart was racing. The hallway was almost empty except for distant laughter and moans. I tried to walk straight, praying no one noticed.“Why the hell are you sneaking around?” Damian’s hand clamped on my arm, his voice was sharp. "Having second thoughts already?”“I’m not,” I said quickly, but my eyes were down. “I just don’t want people staring.”His gaze darkened. He stepped closer and said with a low and dangerous tone. “You better not. You promised me, Lila. Don’t fvck with me.”“I won’t,” I whispered. “But you should go first. We’ll meet at my apartment later.”His jaw clenched. “No need. I’ll drive you back myself.”I froze.His stare turned deadly when I didn't move. “Why are you just standing there?”I swallowed, gripping the robe. “I need to end things with Wesley properly. He’s been good to me. I can’t just vanis

My whole body was trembling as I sat on Damian’s lap in the stall, his cock was still buried inside me. My breath was shaky and sweat was clinging to me. The place reeked of sex, and my pussy throbbed; it was raw and way too sore.Damian had fvcked me like he wanted to break me, like he needed me to remember I was his. And God, I let him. His arm was wrapped around my waist, while his other hand was lazily squeezing my breasts. His eyes wouldn't stop dragging over the fresh bruises and bite marks he had left me.I felt like I had been torn apart and stitched back together.“Pull out,” I whispered, too weak to meet his eyes. “We need to go.”He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. That cruel smirk was back. “Why so shy, Lila? Why can't you look at me? You’re the one who usually begs me to stay inside you after I’m done. Don't act like you didn't love it.”“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, but my voice was barely there. “I’m insane for letting you touch me again. I should be suing

Damian laughed. “What’s wrong, Lila? You look like you’re about to cry. Thought you didn’t give a shit.”“I don’t,” I snapped, but my voice broke, tears stinging my eyes. I shoved at him weakly. “Go marry whoever the fvck you want. Just leave me out of it.”“Leave?” His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. He stepped in closer, his hand clamping down on my hip. “You think you can just walk away from me? After you ran to Kane? After you let him touch you?”“I didn’t–” I started, but he cut me off, his grip was hard.“Don’t lie,” he snarled. “I saw you in his lap. Letting him grope you. You think that’s okay?”“It’s none of your fvcking business,” I shot back, even though my voice trembled. “We’re over, Damian. I can kiss whoever I want.”“Wrong.” His hand shoved back into my bikini bottom, two fingers sliding against my pvssy, and I gasped loud, my body betraying me all over again. “This is mine. You’re mine.”“Stop,” I begged, my voice was weak, my body shuddering. “Wesley’s waiting fo