Novels by Author Rex

They say don't make deals with the devil. But what if it's the devil you know? Caution! This might make you lose your morals, question if you've ever been horny, take away your innocence, until you lose yourself with each nut. Warning, this may get really slippery. I'd advise you to grab some tissues. I didn't need tissues. Andrade's tongue licked the wine as it flowed down my hole. In a swift motion that made me lose my mind. His firm hands pulled me closer, spreading me as he fucked me with his tongue. “Fucking virgin..” he muttered. Don't talk with your mouth full. Hell, I didn't know I was gay until I met Andrade. And now, all I wanted was his big cock inside of me. How did I go from marrying his sister to being his little plaything? Well, I've made a deal with the devil, and I signed it with my body.

Where desire burns and nothing is off-limits. Forbidden lust, stolen kisses, and passion so intense it can’t be tamed. Whether it’s a dominant lover who knows just how to break you or the sweet surrender of a love so intense, these are the stories of lovers who crave, fight, and fuck until lust becomes obsession, control becomes surrender, and desire remakes them both—forever. From sizzling encounters in the dark to the sweet torment of knowing they’re everything you shouldn’t want—each story leaves you breathless, craving more. These are the lovers who burn with a hunger so deep, it consumes them. The kind of love that’ll make you surrender to every whispered command, every touch that has you begging for more. Can you handle the heat, or will you fall into a love that’s too hot to handle? In this steamy collection, desire takes no prisoners.

A blood sucking monster at full moon and a ruthless werewolf at day, she became an outlaw as her thirst for vengeance made her the most hated and wanted werewolf in Wrodromor. Enemy of the full moon, dreaded and feared, spreading doom. Can her beast be tamed with the love of a man?

Rosen sind rot. Seine Liebe fürchte ich. Er besitzt mich. Und meinen Körper ebenfalls. Daddys kleine Prinzessin, Mummys Liebling, aber das Spielzeug des Mafia-Lords. Er hat mich gekauft, mich beansprucht, mich zu seinem gemacht; Körper und Seele. Er hat mich befleckt. Ich bin jetzt auch seine Obsession. Ich gehöre ihm. Und er lässt mich das nie vergessen. Ich bin seine Gefangene, seine Medizin und sein Schmerz. Der Durst zu entkommen durchströmt mich wie ein Lauffeuer. Doch die Toxizität seiner Stimme, die sich in meinen Verstand eintätowiert hat, und seine Berührung, die sich in meine Seele eingeprägt hat, halten mich am Boden. Ich bin süchtig. Aber mit ihm war es etwas Dunkles und Verrücktes.

Sie sagen, man soll keine Geschäfte mit dem Teufel machen. Aber was, wenn es der Teufel ist, den man kennt? Vorsicht! Das könnte dich deine Moral verlieren lassen, dich fragen, ob du jemals wirklich geil warst, dir deine Unschuld rauben – bis du dich bei jedem Abspritzen selbst verlierst. Warnung: Es könnte richtig rutschig werden. Ich würde dir raten, ein paar Taschentücher bereitzulegen. Ich brauchte keine Taschentücher. Andrades Zunge leckte den Wein auf, während er an meinem Loch herunterlief. In einer schnellen Bewegung, die mich den Verstand verlieren ließ. Seine festen Hände zogen mich näher, spreizten mich, während er mich mit seiner Zunge fickte. „Verdammter Jungfrau…“, murmelte er. Rede nicht mit vollem Mund. Verdammt, ich wusste nicht, dass ich schwul bin, bis ich Andrade traf. Und jetzt wollte ich nur noch seinen großen Schwanz in mir. Wie bin ich von der Heirat mit seiner Schwester dazu gekommen, sein kleines Spielzeug zu sein? Nun, ich habe einen Deal mit dem Teufel gemacht – und ihn mit meinem Körper unterschrieben.

“What do you want?" A smile played on his lips. “I'll tell you five things.” He slowly walked around me. I tried not look at him as I waited for whatever he wanted to say. “One, I will make love to you and you will enjoy it.” He smirked when he saw the look on my face. “You're insane if you think..” “Second, I will make love to you over and over again, any day, anytime I want.” He grinned when I got uncomfortable. “Mr. Grey ..” “Third, you will not tell anyone, not even Vera. You will not tell her you've been fucking her husband.” He smiled. “I want to see you try.” I snapped. “I will not let you get away with this.” “Four, I will divorce Vera because it's you that I want.” My heart skipped a beat. Why is he doing this? “You will not hurt Vera like that. I will not let you.” I said, moving closer to him. “Fifth, we will get married and live happily ever after and you'll give me babies and you will not feel bad for your sister.” He concluded.

Roses are red. His love I dread. He owns me. And my body too. Daddy's little princess, mummy's favorite but the mafia lord's little toy. He bought me, claimed me, made me his; body and soul. He tainted me. I'm now his obsession too. I belong to him. And he never let me forget. I'm his prisoner, his medicine and pain. The thirst to escape runs through me like a wild fire. But the toxicity of his voice tattooed in my mind and his touch imprinted on my soul kept me grounded. I'm addicted. But with him, it was something dark and crazy.

I died in my husband's arms. Not because he loved me. He hated me for being fat and ugly. He only needed my power. Two years into my contract marriage to Matteo Moretti, I caught my husband with another woman. My best friend. The confrontation ended with her dead at my feet and me begging the man I once loved to spare my life. He didn't. Matteo killed me. He stabbed me over and over again, killing our innocent baby before it even came into this world and then strangled the life out of me. I remember the coldness of the floor beneath me. The blood. His eyes as he watched the life leave my body. I remember every second. Then I opened my eyes... Two years earlier. Before the betrayal. Before the humiliation. Before I became the pathetic fat wife everyone in the Moretti family thought they could control. This time, I know exactly what is coming. And I refuse to make the same mistakes. The Morettis think they are buying a desperate American heiress. They have no idea what they've actually brought into their family. Because this time, I'm not marrying Matteo for love. I'm marrying him for revenge. But there's one problem I never accounted for. Raffaele Moretti. Matteo's older brother. The man I chose to work beside. The man who sees through every lie I tell. The man who slowly becomes the only person I trust. But I came back to destroy the Moretti family. This isn't a second chance at love. It's a second chance at revenge. And this time... I'm going to make them all pay.

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who the fuck does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. Crazy ass bitch. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole fucking court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

Willow got bitten by a wolf and was rescued by an arrogant wolf who trained her and she fell in love with him not knowing he was her mate. But the secret kept from her turned out to be the reason an evil alpha werewolf desperately seeks her.

"I will not spread my legs for you and your brothers. I am not a whore." "Do you prefer something else then?” he asked me, his voice low, almost mocking. “Royal prostitute? Alpha's whore? Or maybe the moon slut?” "Fuck you." “Now be a good girl, and spread those thighs for your Alpha. Or I'll tie you up for days, spread out for me. And let my brothers take turns." They say the world ended the night the wolves rose. They’re wrong. The world didn’t end. It just stopped belonging to us. Humans weren’t wiped out. That would have been mercy. Instead, we were broken… turned into slaves beneath a new order ruled by power, blood, and fear. And in that world, I learned how to survive. A human slave. I learned how to hate. I followed the rules. I did everything right. Until they bought me. Five men. Five Alphas. Quintuplets. Five monsters I should fear… Each one more dangerous than the last. They fight for power. For the throne. For me. This curse screaming in my veins, that howl desperately begging to be released drags me back every time I try to run. I tell myself it’s the bond. That I want them but it's something I must refuse. Because this thing between us… it doesn’t ask for permission. No matter how hard I fight it… I’m already losing. But this was never a love story. It is war. And I’m the weapon they never saw coming.