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“Fuck me harder, baby—drill my tight little hole!” she gasped, nails clawing down his shoulders. Kai growled low, hips snapping brutally, his thick cock stretching her wide with every punishing thrust. “Take it all, you dirty girl—feel me pounding your wet cunt till you scream,” he rasped, his hand gripping her throat just enough to make her eyes roll back. #SteamyRomance, #Erotica, #ForbiddenLove, #HateToLove, #OfficeRomance, #Spicy, #Adult, #DirtySeries, #Billionaire, #ExesReunion, #OneNightStand, #EnemiesToLovers

Jessica a young workaholic marketing executive feels that she has just met the love of her life, Roger, he is extremely attractive and ticks all of her personality boxes. After a night of passion, she wakes one morning to find Roger covered in blood. she screams hysterically thinking he is dead but he grabs her arms, looks deep into her eyes, and tells her calmly, "Jessica, the blood is not mine."

“Didn't you say that a deal with the devil is not a deal but a death sentence?” “Yes, but that doesn't matter if you're both devils.” “I'm not like you,” Liana retorted. “You're about to become worse,” he chuckled, shaking his head. "I have never betrayed a friend.” *** Gina and her best friend Liana are the only people who know her darkest secret, or so she thinks. When Liana disappears, she begins to realize things aren't as they seem. The blackmail following the disappearance leaves Gina with some startling questions about whoever knows her secret obsession. She slowly finds herself drawn into a web of robbery, kidnap and murder. Can Gina discover who the person behind everything is before it's too late or will the cagophilia she battles lead to her demise?

Born with the blood of a demon, his body became worse and worse. Until one day, when he discovered that he was the heir of the examiner, Adam felt very bewildered. Finally, when he was locked in a dark room, surrounded by four walls, no one was around. At this time, little Elisa appeared, like salvation in his soul. However, it was he who turned her into a threat, sought by hunters, became their trophy, for the supreme being they worshiped..

Katie Clyde always saves the day, but this time already, she got herself entangled by bringing a man she doesn't know home. Having a headache of introducing Pascal to modern society, a man she picked on her way home, she was introduced to a dimension of life, where her life will constantly be at risk. The return of Pascal awaken the long gone vampires, and werewolves, Katie didn't only get herself a boyfriend, she got herself into trouble too.

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

When Saraphina, a powerful vampire, escapes her clan, she finds herself in the hands of Ethan, a fierce werewolf alpha who happens to be her mate. He is ruthless to her at first, but soon begins to fall in love with her. When deceit and betrayal strike, Saraphina must choose between her loyalty to her sister and her love for Ethan. Will their bond be strong enough to overcome the shadows of their past? Or will their love be weakened by the very darkness that surrounds them.

My blood-bonded mate, Prince Dorian, despised me. I was just a mortal to him. A girl with filthy blood. His eternity was already promised to a pureblood—Cordelia. When she died in an accident, he blamed me. Hated me for ten years. But when rival vampires attacked our castle, he saved me. Bleeding out in my arms, he used his last breath to push my shaking hands away. "Odette... if only the Bond had never tied us together." At his wake, they kicked me out. So I climbed to the top of their family’s skyscraper—a place they arrogantly called "Heaven's Needle"—and jumped. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night the ancient Blood Bond chose me as his mate. This time, I'm setting him free. And myself along with him.

Parole is Shaw Carter’s final shot at freedom, and he doesn’t want to lose it. After a felony conviction nearly cost him everything, the path forward is narrow—keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and survive long enough to earn his life back. It would be an easy task if he wasn’t placed in the mayor’s custody, and is forced to share the same apartment with his son. Lucas Hale is everything Shaw should avoid. He’s sharp-tongued, infuriatingly composed, and far too comfortable pushing Shaw to his limits. From the very first night, it’s clear Lucas doesn’t want Shaw there. Every word that came out of Lucas' mouth was a provocation. Shaw tells himself it doesn’t matter. He can endure anything for a few months. But tension has a way of twisting. What starts as hostility quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Their fights grow closer and sharper, charged with something neither of them wants to name. Their moral lines blur. Control slips. And suddenly, the one thing Shaw can’t afford becomes the one thing he can’t stay away from. Because Lucas isn’t just getting under his skin, he’s unraveling him. But beneath the tension and the touching and everything neither of them will say out loud, Lucas is carrying a secret, one that doesn’t just connect him to Shaw’s past. It is Shaw’s past. And when the truth finally surfaces, Shaw will have to decide if the man he’s falling for is his salvation or the reason he never should have been free at all.

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.