LOGINWives are to be claimed, whores are for fucking. But me? I’m to be PLEASURED. ~~~ Chelsea Stone signed the contract expecting a cold and dead marriage. Instead she found herself collared by Dominic Hartwell – a man whose rules were written in silk restraints, leather belts, and the low growl of full command. He bound her wrists above her head and taught her that silence was no longer armor; it was foreplay. He spread her wide open on silk sheets and edged her for hours with fingers, tongue, and the thick head of his veiny cock until she was dripping, shaking, and sobbing “Please, big daddy… I’ll be good.” Only then did he drive into her deep and relentless, one hand tight around her throat, the other spanking her ass while he fucked her into shattering, screaming release. Chelsea was never meant to stay broken though, because in the darkness between punishments and praise, she began to crave more than surrender. She wanted to test him, to push and whisper filthy things against his ear while she rode his thigh, soaked and trembling: “I want to be your little cunt who shows big daddy who’s really boss.” Dominic’s eyes darkened with dangerous promise every time she dared. The more he punished her with a be*t across her, cock down her throat until tears ran down her cheeks, hands pinning her down while he claimed every inch of her. The more she burned to flip their power while he owned her body. Yet as old enemies sharpened their knives and forbidden pasts, pain and pleasure blurred until Chelsea no longer knew where submission ended and rebellion began. Would she kneel forever… OR would the quiet wife finally make her ruthless husband beg?
View MoreTEMPTED BY MY STEP-BROTHER, SCREWED BY THE BILLIONAIRE.
DISCLAIMER
Dearest gentle Lanee Reader,
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance or relation to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.
This book and all its content are highly protected. No part of this work may be reproduced, transmitted, electronically transferred or distributed in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorized use may result in legal action. I worked hard on every word in here, please respect that.
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TRIGGER WARNINGS
Let me be very clear with you before you turn to another page.
This book contains content that some readers may find distressing and uncomfortable. Please read carefully. I am writing it because I respect you enough to be honest about what lives inside these pages. This is not a soft romance. This is not a love story that plays it safe.
Please read the following carefully;
- Strong language
- Explicit sexual content
- BDSM and power dynamics
- Taboo relationships
- Emotional abuse
- Violence
- Manipulation and coercion
- Obsessive behavior
- Betrayal / Revenge
This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.
This book is strictly for readers 18 and above.
Please be strongly advised and read with caution.
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POINT OF VIEW
This story is written primarily in first person POV … dual POVs to be precise. You will spend most of your time inside Chelsea's head and a little bit in Ryan's love, because that is where the real story lives. Additional perspectives will shift organically when the emotional weight or action demands it. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you confused about that, pookies.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Thank you for choosing this story out of everything you could be reading right now dearest gentle reader. That means so much and everything to me.
Please don't forget to leave your thoughts in the comments. Every word being typed on here, every support shown, every review helps me grow as a writer and keeps me going on the days when I feel like giving up. I read everything and I appreciate every single one of you more than I know how to say.
Oh and one more thing my loves,
If your hormones rise while reading this, your cheeks flush, your thighs clench, or you find yourself re-reading a chapter at two in the morning with your door locked … do not blame me. I warned you at the beginning but you chose to stay.
Now deal with the consequences.
With much love,
Ivy Lanee
XOXO
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THE GAME HE PLAYSDOMINIC'S POV“You’re quick to anger, Chelsea.” My voice lowered, cracking slightly as I leaned closer and twirled her hair around my finger. Her eyes blinked rapidly, darting elsewhere. I pressed myself against her, feeling the heat of her body. “I only wanted to know why my wife is here instead of enjoying the luxury of the house.”She scoffed as though I’d said the stupidest thing known to mankind.“Luxury?” She glared hard at me, forcing herself to meet my gaze. “What kind of person abandons his newlywed wife to f*ck other women and allows that woman to disturb her every single day while her husband goes out drinking and comes home late?”My jaw clenched, killing all the words I wanted to say. Though the reason I was doing this was to get more information out of her, I had already realized she was harder and smarter than she looked.“She’s a past fling,” I whispered, holding her waist, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.She hissed sharply, her face twisting
THE FILE ON THE TABLEDOMINIC'S POVBzzz... Bzzz...Why the heck was he calling me, now?Richard rarely called twice. When he did, someone usually ended up regretting it.I stared at the flashing screen on my desk until it stopped ringing. Ten seconds later, it started ringing again.Marcus looked up from the chair opposite mine and smirked. "You gonna answer that, or should I?"I looked at him uninterested. "I'd rather jump out the window."He's shrugged. "Well, the fourth floor won't actually kill you.""Hahaha. Funny."He laughed, leaning back comfortably while I finally picked up the phone."Father.""Come to my office." His deep and arrogant voice irritated my eardrum. No greeting. No explanation. Not like I needed one or was expecting any, I was used to it. The line went dead.Marcus whistled. "I don't know what's colder, your office AC or your family.""I'll l
THE NAME ON THE PAPERCHELSEA'S POVI woke up alone in a bed that smelled like expensive cologne and betrayal. Great combo, honestly. Ten out of ten, would recommend to nobody.I stared at the fake stars on the ceiling for a solid two minutes before I remembered I still hadn't asked him about them. Wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction. He probably wanted me to gasp and clutch my chest like some Disney princess. Not today, Satan.My stomach growled loud enough to embarrass me in an empty room, which honestly takes talent. I sat up, dragged myself out of the ridiculous lingerie situation and threw on an oversized shirt instead. If breakfast wasn't coming to me I guess I had to go find it myself.A soft knock hit the door before I even got my hair sorted."Miss Chelsea? Breakfast." A woman's voice, warm, careful in a way I wasn't used to. I opened the door and found a tray balanced on the arm of a woman probably in her fifties, dark hair pulled back neat, eyes that actually looked at m
YES BIG DADDYDOMINIC'S POVShe answered the door still dressed. I looked her over once and felt something in my chest. Not only was she pretty… she was the kind of fine that made a man want to be completely unreasonable about it. I’d known that since the wedding but standing this close? God. I kept my face completely blank. She didn’t need to know any of that. At least, not now.“I can see you’re ready for the night my love.” I walked inside and looked her up and down. “Hm.”“What?” She answered in a rush.I didn’t respond. I walked past her. “I spent a lot of money on that lingerie.”“Nobody asked you to. Besides, you shouldn’t make it sound like you’re doing me a favour by getting undies for your own selfish sexual desires.”“You’re right .” I turned around and looked at her. Her hair was slightly messy and it made her look even more beautiful. God, she’s fine. “You okay?” I asked. She blinked multiple times. I held my chuckle because clearly, she wasn’t expecting that. “I’m fine
OH RYAN, FUCKCHELSEA'S POV“Help, HELP!!” I screamed as I ran for my sweet life. I sighted a building that had a dark corner and went towards that direction. “Bad choice shawty.” One of the guys said. “You're too fine to be roaming in the streets untouched. Don't worry, we'll make you feel good s
TEMPTED BY MY STEP-BROTHER, SCREWED BY THE BILLIONAIRE.DISCLAIMERDearest gentle Lanee Reader,This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance or relation to actual persons living or dead, event
THE SHOCKING NEWS CHELSEA’S POVWho knew getting fingered by my stepbrother beside my sleepy sick best friend would feel this good. The guilt was honestly there that it churned low in my stomach but the pleasure building between my thighs didn't give a damn about the guilt.I didn't feel bad about
Ryan's hands were soft against my waist but his lips– God, his lips were extremely warm on my neck dragging slowly like he was memorizing the taste of my skin. My brain had completely checked out and I was perfectly fine with that, if I'm being quite honest with myself.Six whole fucking years of k
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