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“Stop Jeremy, you should go slower , I’m out of breath” I whispered and moaned truly out of breath . My thighs had been spread and shaking , Jeremy’s cock slipping smoothly in and out of my pussy,surrounded by cum from both of us , I suppose. He had hit my G-spot accurately with every insert and I could feel every inch deep inside me coupled with the speed I wanted. But I needed to pretend I had had enough of it.He passed his fingers through my red hair, “you know how long we’ve longed for this moment”, “ this is just the beginning”, he whispered, biting my lips and slowing down a bit and then returning sharply to his previous pace. This should’ve been me right?

At her own wedding, Isabella Stromfang's life comes crashing down when her beloved, Logan Ravensong accuses her for an act she didn't commit and reveals that their marriage was only for the benefits of both clans. Heartbroken and disgraced, Isabella flees and ends up in the hands of the most powerful Lycan, Ethan. With his help, she seeks revenge against Logan and lover Elena.

When a relationship begins with an arranged marriage, it’s often expected to end in disappointment. However, Aliya’s situation was different; the man she was forced to marry showed her care more than she could have imagined, and that alone captured her heart. Aliya and Richard got married under forced agreement because of their families to build a business relationship. Both of them stay in the marriage for three years, and Richard has always been there for Aliya; he makes sure she doesn’t feel lonely, he is ready to make her comfortable, and he shows too much care that makes Aliya feel their marriage was never a mistake but the right one. She fell in love and had the hope their fake relationship would come to an end, but her hope was shattered when Richard returned one night with a divorce agreement. Then, it came to her that he had never loved her, but he kept his first love in his heart all through the years. And now, she has to give space to his first love and leave his life. Packing all her things, she left his house feeling miserable. Feeling ashamed, she couldn’t return to her family, so she walked up to a bar and got herself drunk, and she had a nightstand with a stranger. Five years later, Aliya had become successful on her own, and she had to take care of her son alone as a result of the nightstand of five years ago. She did not know the man she had the son for.

Seraphina, a cursed she-wolf seer, works at The Velvet Fang, a high-end exclusive club for supernatural and humans alike. After a few years of living under the radar, her peace shatters when a desperate alpha whose mate she once failed to save seeks her expertise again, not knowing she was the same she-wolf he encountered in the past. Struggling with guilt and fear, she tries to flee the encounter, but collides with a mysterious stranger whose touch both unnerves and enchants her. His touch awakens something dark and dangerously addictive within her, leaving her shaken and confused. In one night, the past she's been running away from and something new and dangerous both find her at the same time... and neither seems willing to let her go.

Betrayed by his first love. Hunted by his own pack. Marked as nothing more than a plaything for stronger men. Zane has always been an outcast... bullied for being weak, mixed-blood, and unwanted. And just when he thought he finally found love in Ash, his world shattered with one cruel betrayal. But the Moon Goddess isn’t finished with him yet. Dragged into the elite Magic Academy, Zane thought he’d finally be free. Instead, he’s trapped between dangerous alphas, deadly rivals, and desires that could tear his soul apart. One wants to possess him. One wants to break him. And one might be his salvation… or his greatest sin. With every stolen glance, every forbidden touch, the lines between hate and obsession blur. Power isn’t the only thing awakening in Zane, so is a hunger that could ruin them all. Will Zane submit… or will he make them all kneel?

It's my first time visiting my girlfriend, Jennifer Hayes' family for the holidays. At the dining table, her childhood friend, Duncan Foley, suddenly slams his cutlery down. "How could you bring a prostitute client home for dinner, Jenny?" The atmosphere becomes awkward immediately. Everyone initially thinks that Duncan is running his mouth because he's had too much to drink, but he continues to ramble in a matter-of-fact tone. "My buddy is a part of the anti-prostitution task force! As if I can get the person he's personally arrested wrong!" As he speaks, he tosses a copy of the public security administrative penalty notice onto the table. My name is displayed on it. The sight leaves me stunned. It's true that the anti-prostitution task force arrested dozens of offenders in the city last month. But I'm the one who gave the signature of approval as the newly promoted chief commissioner…

When I visit my girlfriend's house during the Christmas holidays, her cousin, Antonio Esposito, humiliates me in front of everyone because of a scar on the back of my hand. "This scar looks like a remnant of the crossfire with the mafia! Bianca, why did you think that bringing an ex-convict home was a good idea?" The entire Romano family stares at me in a mixture of horror and shock. My girlfriend, Bianco Romano, even shakes my hand off while staring at me in disgust. Not only does Antonio flip the table, but he also calls over a few hooligans in an attempt to take me to the local police station. "We must teach scumbags like him a lesson!" he declares. After that, Antonio and the hooligans strip off my jacket and strap me to the tree in the courtyard. They then attempt to force me to admit that I'm working for the mafia. I can only gnash my teeth together stubbornly, refusing to yield no matter what. What they don't know is that the scar is a medal from my time in a peacekeeping war as a soldier!

Ava Hart was nothing but a disposable wife divorced the moment her billionaire husband’s first love returned. But after the divorce, Ava blooms into the woman every man wants. Now the man who discarded her is watching another claim what he lost. And this time… she won’t come back easily.

On my way to work, I came across a livestream from an influencer who posted about her relationship, tagged at my company’s location. She was talking about her office romance with the CEO of a major corporation. But wasn’t the CEO of her company my husband? I clicked on her profile and saw that it was full of wedding-prep posts. The man never showed his face, but his build looked almost exactly like my husband’s. So I left a comment in the livestream: “I heard the CEO of Gibson Corporation has been married for a long time. So what does that make you...?” The streamer muted me, then instantly burst into tears. “The internet isn’t lawless. If you keep spreading rumors and calling me a mistress, I’m calling the police.” Her fans immediately swarmed me. “You’re probably the other woman yourself. That’s why your mind went there.” “I checked her profile. She’s some woman in her thirties. She’s obviously jealous because the streamer is young, pretty, and has a rich, powerful boyfriend who dotes on her.” “The account’s brand new. She’s obviously just a troll.” I tried to say more, only to realize I had already been kicked out of the livestream, and my account had been reported until I couldn’t even log back in. I stared at the proof of our marriage in the drawer for a long moment. Then I raised my hand and smacked my sleeping husband awake. “Exactly how many wives are you planning to have?”

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.