นิยายเว็บแนว First-Person POV LGBTQ+ และเรื่องราว CEO ในฉาก Affair

Prologue After being married to the girl he thought was the love of his life, Maxwell yet couldn't seem to understand how things suddenly went wrong again. In a bit to overcome this sudden pain,he stumbled upon him, the one person who somehow was a stranger but yet was just to unique to him. In a fist to get over his wife,he had a one night stand and not with any other woman but with this strange guy... And this was were it all began... ** There is no possible way I am you, or I would become you sir," max shutter, but his voice sounded yet firm with a look of clarity. "Oh I see, why then do I see you fighting to resist me," Andrew replied staring deeply into his eyes, as his breath fanned his face... "Because if I was anything like you, then I would have known that a long time ago," he said refraining himself from pushing Andrew off his face, as a look of disgust plaster on his face making Andrew chuckled. "I'll love to see how long you can fight it, until them, I'll patiently wait for you to beg me to make love to you", he whispered into his ears, as his tongue licked the back of his ears causing him to shutter..

Elliot Sinclair has it all—money, power, a picture-perfect fiancée, and the eyes of the world watching his every move. But behind closed doors, his life is anything but perfect. Because Elliot is in love. With Jonah Hartfield. A man. Jonah is everything Elliot shouldn't want—fierce, reckless, possessive. Their affair is a powder keg of passion and danger, one kiss away from destruction. The world can't know. His family can't know. And Clara, the woman he’s supposed to marry for the cameras, definitely can’t know. But Jonah is done playing games. He doesn’t care about appearances. He doesn’t care about the cameras. He just wants Elliot. Completely. And he’s not interested in sharing. When jealousy boils over and secrets get harder to hide, Elliot is forced to choose: keep pretending for the world—or burn it all down for the man he can’t live without.

Eve walked into New Year’s Eve certain a ring was coming. She dressed for a proposal. What she got instead was a public rejection so cruel it left her shaking in a red dress, still tasting him, still wet from the “one last good time” he had decided to give her. That same night, someone else stepped in. Older 'n calmer. And far more dangerous. The father of the man who had just discarded her. What begins as one reckless, guilt-soaked encounter becomes something she cannot stop. He pulls her deeper—into his bed, into his world, into the family company where his three sons work. The same sons who, one by one, begin to notice her. Want her. Take her. Now she belongs to all of them in different ways: the possessive authority of the father, the bitter jealousy of the ex who threw her away, the quiet intensity of one brother, the cruel, teasing games of the other. In the office. At the family table. Behind locked doors. A dark reverse harem built on power, secrecy, and the kind of hunger that does not ask permission but consumes, and burns(her) like fire. She keeps telling herself it has to end. They keep proving she no longer gets to decide. One woman. One powerful family. No clean endings—only deeper corruption, sharper jealousy, and the kind of hunger that turns a single night of heartbreak into something permanent and unforgivable. This is not a love story. It is a takeover. READ IF YOU DARE 🔞🔒

"The cold-hearted CEO who scares everyone is afraid of losing me?" Grace uttered, her gaze lingering on Evelyn's lips. "Yes, I'm. You don't need to continue your job, you can join my company, Grace." Evelyn cupped her cheeks, slowly taking her lips into a sensual and passionate kiss, pouring all her feelings and love into that kiss. Grace shortly responded to her kiss. "Pearl... That's what they... call me," she moaned loudly when Evelyn unfastened the hook of her bra and caressed her breasts while showering hot kisses all over her shoulders and breasts. "You're my Grace, only mine," Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skillfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace. Maybe after one night with this pole dancer, she would be able to pull her off her mind. It was just a one-night stand for Evelyn but what will happen when she'll offer a job to Grace to become her private dancer?