Mag-log inCharisseI drew his jaw closer to do just that. His mouth opened to devour mine, then he started grazing and nibbling his favourite cushion—my upper lip—which was plumper and more reactive. Then, he cupped my butt and my face was pushed closer. A tiny tug of my jawline and my lips parted completely for his tongue to sweep in and envelope mine. Entwining my fingers with his hair at the back of his head, I pulled my body in and grinded my curves against his hard planes, my flesh rubbing and grazing his the same way my lips sucked and loved his. My moans grew louder with my breathing, and his strokes grew more passionate… more enticing. His hands. Those huge, rough palms gliding up and down my back were melting me further into his warmth. “Dorian,” I let him capture my mouth again and kissed him back before lifting my chin to direct his lips to my throat, and sighed, “shall we start the wedding preparations?” He was nibbling down my throat when he replied, “Mmm… whatever you say, a
DorianThe blade was still in his flesh when my other hand joined in to grip its handle and I turned it like a doorknob. “AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!” Fresh blood sputtered with the roar of ultimate pain. But the rage pounding in my chest did not reduce the slightest bit. I couldn’t stop the images from replaying over and over. How he cornered Charisse to the couch, got on top of her and ripped off her clothes, his hands all over her—. Still grabbing the handle, I twisted it the other way. And more blood exploded from the piece of shit. “I’m sorry, Alpha…,” he gurgled, gasping for forgiveness. “Please… stop… .” But I yanked the blade out from his chest—feeling his flesh ripping like a zipper along the sharp edge—and the sputtering mess choked and coughed more pain and blood. “Stop?” I chuckled. “Did you stop when she told you to?” “Nothing ha–happened, I swear!” He croaked. And the fellow playboy alpha crossed his arms and shook his head. “Idiot.” Sure enough, I plunged the b
Charisse“Luna, in those three days that you two didn’t talk,” my Beta advised, “the Alpha has gone from bad to worse. He barely ate and slept, constantly pouring himself over work just to punish himself, and everyone is pulling shifts to keep up—.” I swivelled back, heaving in anguish. “That’s the part I don’t get, Betty!” I was about to cry again. “I’m not some marshmallow or candy floss! I won’t break easily! He said he wanted to treat me right—what does that even mean?!” “Luna—.” I showed my helpless hands. “Doesn’t treating someone right mean doing by that person’s request?! I already told him that I want him to be rough. I WANT HIM TO —!” “Luna!” Betty sideglanced to her right, hinting that the driver was listening. So I slumped back, crossed my arms and sulked harder. Then, Betty leaned closer, her voice lowered, “Maybe when this deal comes through I’ll book an appointment with the Alpha so you can break the good news to him?” “Pfft!” I glared at the headrest of the pas
Charisse “Seven fucking days,” the Alpha grunted, “brace yourself, my love. We’re gonna fuck—.” He fisted my hair to hold me in position then rammed his huge, throbbing shaft into my eager, wet pussy. “Seven days’ worth.”Over and over, his powerful phallus jabbed that exact spot, and my insides crashed wildly, pleasure ringing incessantly through my flesh. “Haah! Aah! Oh God!” Tears were gushing down, trickling off my swaying nipples. “God, it feels so—fucking—good!”“Good?” He thrust faster, stronger—his grunting deeper, hoarser, fiercer. “Then, come harder for me, my love.”SMACK, SMACK! And my butt cheeks bounced like ants on fire, a sharp jolt of sweet pain shot to my gasping throat. “Aah!” I shuddered hard, clenching even harder to keep the climax from coming. Not yet. I don't want this to end. But he wanted me to come, squeezing the round flesh of my butt like a handle and slamming my pussy brutally on his cock, so he drove deeper and harder—. I orgasmed in no time, clamp
CharisseHe was more dangerous than Val. I blinked and he was right in front of me. “Five,” he snarled. And his thick digits pushed in with my fingers. A sharp, thrilling pleasure sliced up my back, throwing my eyes wider, nearly yanking my eyeballs from their sockets, “Dorian!” My voice was so high, it could barely be heard in the human range. “Hah!” His fierce blue eyes were gripping me as tightly as his hand. “This is my size, remember?” He drew our fingers out and rammed them in, and another burst of pleasure exploded from my quivering lips. “No!” I squealed, the pleasure shaking in my flesh. “It’s much bigger!” And he grinned in satisfaction. “You fucking know how to please a man, don’t you?” He shoved our fingers in. “Dorian!” A wild rapture flung my head back, stretching my throat and chest up to his face, offering like a sacrifice. “Or are you saying that you only know how to please me?” That deep voice seemed to come from the dark and angry pheromones engulfing us,
Charisse He was strapped to the chair very tightly. Four belts, ten ties. By the time I tightened the last knot around his arm, he was well erected. That angry column of muscles and raw strength. “Dorian,” I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away. “Are you alright? What should I do?”What a thing to ask. I'm the one who started this, and he's the one being tortured. “Whatever you like, angel,” he grunted, his voice now low and raspy. “WHATEVER THE FUCK COMES TO YOUR PRETTY LITTLE MIND.”I stiffened. This wasn't him talking. That vicious tone, it wasn't Dorian. But his deep blue eyes were fixed on me. His mouth was moving to make those words. Then, I smelled it. Thick, dark and vicious—his pheromones. Or the dominant side of him. “Fuck, angel, move back,” he snarled. And I shuffled backwards until my waist bumped into the counter. Was I scared? A little. Was I excited?Yes. Very, very much. My sick, twisted desires. “Why are you like this?” I asked, knowing exactly why.
CharisseThe limousine continued moving. Inside, the air was thinning, its temperature dropping. And I was knee-strapped to the rich leather backseat and stretched wide open before this beautiful, sexy, ferocious beast like his private feast. And that penetrating blue gaze had been feasting in
CharisseMy breath got stuck in my throat. Indeed, the Alpha of Crimson Crest is a man of his word. I knew I lied. And I remembered our talk about it so I knew he’d be mad. But somehow, I also knew that Dorian isn’t Val, and even if he was mad at me, he wouldn’t hurt me. I guess that’s why I did
Dorian“You're hard again, Dorian,” her sweet voice bounced around the bathroom. God, this woman. No inhibitions, huh?“Then stop moving your butt,” I sighed. She chuckled, a hint of mischief touched her tone when she asked, “You like my butt the most?”We were in the tub full of warm, gentle bu
CharisseThe hairdryer blew gently and silently. “What’s on your mind, angel?” Asked the deep voice behind me. I chuckled. I wasn’t thinking about anything. I was just immersed in the tender glide of his fingers through my curls and the adorable knit of seriousness in his brows. He looked like h







