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The billionaire Dirty secret

:“Claire.” His voice cut the silence of the large office. It was low and commanded attention.Claire froze, her fingers lightly touching the cool steel of the handcuffs she had found inside the open desk drawer. She had been caught. A fast, heavy pulse hammered inside her chest.“Yes, Mr. Brown?” she managed to say. Her voice was thin. She turned slowly. A flush of embarrassment warmed her cheeks. Why did he have to stand there looking so sharp, so powerful? She forced her eyes up, past the expensive, perfectly fitted suit that draped over his broad shoulders, until she met his sharp, deep-green eyes.“Tell me, what exactly are you doing in my office?” He did not move. His presence dominated the room, making the air feel heavy. Claire felt his steady gaze on her, dismantling her composure piece by piece.“I—I was just,” she stammered, frantically searching for a believable excuse. “I thought you had already left for the night. I was finishing my reports, and I thought I heard a noise

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The Billionaire's Dirty Secret 2

Claire felt the heavy beat of her heart inside her chest as Nuel’s fingers moved down her arm, sending strong shivers across her skin. His piercing green eyes held hers captive. For a moment, she could not even draw a breath. This was truly happening now.“Are you certain?” he asked. His voice was low and smooth, like expensive fabric. Control was present in every word he spoke, in every slight movement he made. “The safe word is ‘boardroom.’ If you genuinely want to stop this, you must say the word. Do you understand this instruction?”She nodded, her throat tight and dry. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her voice was trembling a little. Why am I not running away? she asked herself, but the answer was instantly clear. There was a powerful quality about him—his dominant bearing, his absolute confidence—that made her want to stay. It made her want to yield control.“Good,” he said. The smirk returned to his lips. He took a single step back, never letting his eyes leave hers, and issued the

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The billionaire Dirty secret 3

“Nuel,” she breathed out. Her hands clenched into fists behind her back as powerful pleasure shot through her core. He did not stop. His tongue flicked against her skin repeatedly until she was shaking all over, her knees feeling ready to collapse onto the floor.“Look at you,” he murmured. His voice was low and deeply teasing. “You are so very wet.” His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into her warmth, and she gasped loudly, her body violently arching toward him. He began to thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her clitoris. She felt herself instantly nearing a climax, her breath coming in short, desperate, ragged gasps.“Please,” she whispered, her voice frantic and shaking. “Put it inside me, please, I am so close to—”He pulled back his fingers, holding them still inside her. She nearly cried out loud in sudden frustration. “Not yet,” he said. His voice was calm but completely firm. “You will come when I allow you to.”She whimpered, her whole body shaking violent

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the billionaire Dirty secret 4

her entire body desperate for the final release.“Please,” she begged again, her voice weak and shaking.He leaned forward over her back, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. “Come for me now, Claire.”His words were all the permission and command she needed to send her over the edge. She climaxed violently, her body shuddering forcefully as he continued to thrust powerfully into her. He did not stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was only able to let out low whimpers, her body deeply sensitive but still craving the intense, rough movements.“That is a very good girl,” he murmured. His voice was low and filled with immense satisfaction. He pulled out of her, and she whimpered instinctively at the abrupt loss of contact and fullness. His eyes locked onto hers from behind, and she felt a fresh, confused surge of heat spread between her legs.He waited for a moment, resting his weight against her back, his breathing ragged and uneven. He gently released the silk tie binding her

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I signed a contract with the devil

"Back story"Isla Vance had always been the stronger sister. Her younger sister, Elara, was a beautiful, bright, but delicate soul, struggling since childhood with a rare, degenerative blood disease. Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy into Elara's care, fighting against hospital bills and worsening diagnoses.The doctors had finally delivered the crushing news: Elara needed a specific, incredibly rare bone marrow transplant within ten days, or she would die. The cost was astronomical, far beyond anything Isla could ever earn or borrow. Desperation had become a cold, heavy knot in her chest, driving away sleep and hope.Two days remained before the deadline when a strange, ornate card appeared on her doorstep, carrying no postage stamp. It simply read: A Solution for the Incurable. Midnight, 15th Street Bridge.Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she ha

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I signed a contract with a devil-02

Lucien’s hands slid lower down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper easily, smoothly sliding the denim down her legs and along with her panties. Isla stood there, completely naked and completely exposed, her body trembling with urgent anticipation.“Look at you standing there,” he murmured, his gaze traveling slowly and intensely over her body. “So perfectly flawless. I am going to utterly ruin you, Isla. I am going to use you until you cannot physically walk away.”He stepped back and pulled off his own clothes. The movement was full of a predatory, graceful confidence that made her mouth suddenly dry. His erection was just as intimidating as the rest of him, thick and rock-hard, the tip already wet with fluid. He grabbed her firmly by the hips, lifting her in one strong motion and pinning her against the cold wall. Isla wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as he positioned himself exactly at her ent

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My stepbrother

The cardboard boxes stacked in the corner of the guest room felt like a temporary wall between Cathy and the rest of the house. She sat on the edge of the mattress, her hands resting on her knees, listening to the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking silverware coming from downstairs. Her mother had married David three weeks ago, but today was the first day Cathy was officially living under this roof. She smoothed the fabric of her jeans, took a deep breath, and stood up. The hallway was wide, floorboards polished to a mirror shine, leading toward a staircase that felt too grand for her. As she descended, the smell of roasted garlic and expensive wine grew stronger. In the kitchen, her mother was leaning against the marble island, a glass of red wine in her hand. David stood beside her, his arm draped comfortably around her waist. They looked like a photograph from a luxury real estate magazine. "Cathy, there you are," David said, offering a warm, practiced smile. "We were just

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My stepbrother, His girlfriend and I

It’s a shield, it's covering something inside which I would love to explore but" he murmured. "You’re trying to disappear." "I'm just living my life," Cathy whispered. "I’m not a project for you or Iris." Michael let go of the fabric. His hand dropped, but he didn't move back. He was close enough that she could see the flecks of gold in his dark irises. The silence between them wasn't empty; it was thick, charged with a strange, frantic energy that Cathy didn't know how to name. "I didn't say you were any projects," Michael said softly. "I just said what I observed. And what I see is someone who’s terrified of being seen." "I'm not terrified of you," Cathy said, her voice firmer than she felt. Michael laughed, a short, dry sound. "You should be. Not because of me, but because of what happens when you stop resisting that urge." He turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word. Cathy stood by the sink, her heart hammering against her ribs. She took a sip of the water

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My step Brother

The following weeks were a blur of observation and growing tension. Every dinner felt like a performance, and every shared silence in the hallway felt like a challenge. Cathy found herself tracking Michael’s movements through the house, her ears tuned to the sound of his heavy footsteps or the low vibration of his voice when he was on the phone.The summer heat had become oppressive, settling over the house like a thick blanket. Michael and Iris were often by the pool, their laughter drifting up to Cathy’s window. Sometimes she would watch them from behind the safety of her curtains. Michael would be lounging, his bronzed skin glistening with water, while Iris draped herself over him like a colorful silk scarf. Cathy felt a persistent, gnawing ache in her chest—a mix of displacement and a hunger she refused to name.One Friday afternoon, the house was unusually quiet. Her mother and David had gone away for a long weekend trip to the coast, leaving the three of them alone. Cathy had sp

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Threesome with my stepbrother and his girlfriend

The heavy lounge door creaked as Michael’s hand clamped around Cathy’s wrist, his fingers a warm, bruising band against her pale skin. He didn’t wait for an answer; he simply stepped back, drawing her into the room. The air inside was thick, smelling of sweat and the salt of skin. Cathy’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, her breath hitching as her gaze locked with Iris’.Iris didn't look startled. She looked hungry. Her blonde hair was a tangled halo against the leather sofa, her lips swollen and damp."Iris," Cathy breathed, the name barely a whisper. She reached out, her palm cupping Iris’ flushed cheek. Iris leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a heartbeat before she tilted her head, capturing Cathy’s lips in a deep, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled, a messy collision of taste and heat.Behind them, Michael shifted. His large hands moved to Cathy’s chest, his palms rough as he kneaded her through the thin fabric of her clothes. "Fuck, your tits

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