Novels by zoeyjenny8

Ariel This was the point of no return. The room was a blur of dark skin, heavy breathing, and the sharp, metallic scent of the belt still buckled around my neck. Mark was a ghost. My old life was dead. There was only this; this beautiful, forbidden ruin.Dante didn’t give me a second to breathe. He hauled me up, his massive hands locking under my thighs as he sat me squarely onto his dick. I gasped, my head lolling back as I sank all the way down. He didn't just let me sit; he started bucking his hips upward, thrusting into me with a raw power that made my breasts shake violently with every impact."F-fuck... Ariel!" Dante groaned, his voice a broken, melodic mess. "Hnngh... no wonder... no wonder Kael wanted you all to himself. You’re like a vice... so tight... ah!"Kael hadn’t reached his peak yet. He scrambled across the mattress, his olive skin glistening with sweat and lube, and planted himself right in front of my face. My hands were shaking, but I reached out, my fingers wrapp

Ariel The air in the room didn’t just feel hot anymore; it felt heavy, thick with the scent of lube, sweat, and a sudden, terrifying surge of testosterone. I froze in that humiliating, beautiful position, strapped in a belt, dripping for Kael as my other two stepbrothers stepped fully into the light.They were all massive, but seeing them together made the air leave my lungs.Dante, the oldest, was the tallest. A broad-shouldered mountain with eyes so cold they could freeze blood. He was the "responsible" one, the one I feared the most. Jax was leaner, more athletic, with a jagged scar on his jaw and a smirk that promised trouble. "Dante... Jax..." Kael’s voice was a rough, defensive growl. He didn't pull away from me. If anything, he pressed his fingers on my clit, staking his claim even in front of them.Jax stepped into the light first, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his neck stood out like corded rope. He didn't look angry…he looked starved. His eyes raked over my gl

Ariel I held my breath as I turned away from the pole, making a slow walk toward the bed. I made sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I felt his predatory gaze locked onto the emerald lace of my thong. I wanted to drive him to the edge.I didn't even make it halfway.One moment I was wiggling my way across the rug, and the next, his massive, calloused hand clamped around the back of my neck. Kael yanked me backward with a force that sent my body slamming into his. The impact was electric. He was a wall of solid, hot muscle, and I could instantly feel his erection, heavy and rock-hard pressing into the small of my back, threatening to puncture right through my skin.I let out a sharp gasp as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. He tugged at the skin on my neck and then ran his tongue across where he had bitten, giving me a bitter-sweet pleasure. My head fell back onto his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut a

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who?That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone."I think we should have an open relationship, Ari," he’d said, his voice flat. Mark, the man who treated sex like a scheduled chore and peaked at the eight-second mark wanted variety?Interesting"Fine," I hissed, my skin already beginning to prickle with an unnatural, heavy heat. "Go find your variety. I'm going to find mine."I slammed the phone down, my breath coming in ragged hitches. The house was quiet, but it wasn't empty. Down the hall were the three reasons I never felt truly