Novels by Sun Ld

Sarah’s limbs felt stiff as she was led to a soft, red velvet armchair and sat down. The square table in front of her was also draped in understated, luxurious red velvet, creating a striking visual contrast with the table’s jade-like luster—a sight of breathtaking beauty. Exquisitely prepared dishes, arranged on silver platters, lay on the table, looking so tempting they made one’s mouth water. Moreover, the most eye-catching sight was a bottle of Lafite held by Adrian. He opened it and poured the deep red wine into a stemmed glass set before her. Sarah reached out to stop him. “Mr. Adrian, I don’t drink…” But Adrian brushed her hand aside, and the stemmed glass filled with the deep red wine was placed in front of her without further ado. Sarah found herself in a bind—she was still wary of the scandalous events from the night before, yet she didn’t want to lose face in front of Adrian. Adrian’s almond-shaped eyes fixed on her, his intense gaze sending constant flirtatio

Adrian’s simple yet formal statement contained so much information that it set off a fireworks display in Sarah’s mind. He fired his assistant? Then… does that mean he didn’t order the drug to be put in that glass of wine? And the drug in the drink wasn’t his idea either? As if to confirm her own thoughts, Sarah’s voice trembled slightly. “You… already know?” Adrian paused for a moment before replying, “Yes.” That single, simple word wasn’t clear enough, so he added, “That night… were you okay?” Sarah was at a loss for words; Adrian had asked exactly what she found hardest to bring up. So she beat around the bush and brushed it off. Adrian’s expression shifted instantly; the corners of his mouth curved into a smile that looked every bit like a fox’s—and exuded danger in every way. “Is that so?” The two words seemed to be ground out between his teeth, and he said nothing more. The car rode unusually smoothly, yet the scenery passing by didn’t look familiar. The ro

Listening to the young woman on the other end of the line trying every trick in the book to make excuses for herself, Adrian felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure. Alternating between his index and middle fingers, he tapped rhythmically on the smooth obsidian tabletop, looking as though he already had the upper hand. His eyes narrowed dangerously, resembling those of a fox stalking a rabbit. Yet his tone remained light and playful. “Miss Sarah, would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight?” He paused abruptly, then added meaningfully, “Of course, bring the contract along too.” Sarah didn’t respond right away. She knew all too well that a man who appeared so carefree on the surface was, in reality, exceptionally dangerous. And tonight was undoubtedly another den of lions and tigers set specifically for her. She had no choice; she had to go. So she released her lower lip, which she’d been biting so hard that her luscious lips were almost bleeding. Of c

The next morning, soft, gentle sunlight streamed into the luxurious suite, bathing the large bed in a golden glow. Sarah felt a slight itch on her eyelids; she blinked a few times before finally opening her eyes. It was as if her senses had suddenly come back to life. The aching all over her body—and in her most intimate areas, that indescribable ache and tingling sensation—all served as reminders of last night’s wild encounter. She looked down to see her body covered in bruises; even her shapely breasts bore finger marks of varying depths. Oh my God, what had she done? Fragmented memories flooded back all at once, and the man lying beside her—with his handsome, refined features and bare chest—seemed to be reminding her of last night’s passion and intensity. No, she had to leave—before this man woke up! Sarah’s mind raced faster than her actions, frantically trying to figure out how to sweep this whole thing under the rug. This man looked either rich or powerful—clearl

A spine-tingling wave of pleasure swept through her body from her pussy. Her slender waist had gone completely limp from the kneeling-crawling position, and her fair, round, snow-white buttocks were thrust high in the air, allowing the man’s massive cock to penetrate even deeper, reaching straight to the core of her pussy. Her dazed head was buried in the soft pillow, her pretty little face flushed with a deep blush. As the man thrust into her, she could only let out a series of soft moans, her whole body trembling. Victor’s large hands gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly as he thrust relentlessly, each stroke harder and more forceful than the last. Her flowered passage grew even tighter with each thrust; far from loosening, it clenched tighter and tighter. The smooth, tender flesh of her passage tightly enveloped his massive cock, sucking and caressing it, leaving not the slightest gap between their skin. He thrust faster and faster in sheer ecstasy, causing the young w

“I… I can’t take it anymore… Ah…” Her whole body trembled, her pussy contracting violently as if she’d reached some kind of peak, and the man felt this excitement even more intensely; his cock was squeezed so hard it hurt, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Victor knew the petite woman beneath him was about to climax, so he put even more effort into it, thrusting faster and faster, pounding fiercely and torturously against the very center of her core—that most sensitive spot—as he continued to thrust in and out. He felt Sarah’s moans growing more urgent and more desperate, and he was the same—his breathing grew heavier as his cock, trapped within her incredibly tight, pulsing passage, was squeezed with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. “Ah… it’s… it’s too fast…” She felt her sensitive G-spot deep inside her being relentlessly pounded. The man’s massive, burning cock targeted that exact spot, thrusting faster and faster, causing her to moan and cry out uncontrolla