Bare Minimum

With exactly three days until our house is seized and everything we have is taken away. My father sits in his chair slumped over and defeated "Rose" he calls to me and I go to him. On bended knees, I answer him, "yes father my voice echos as it bounces off our now bare walls". Dear, I'm afraid I've failed you and we have lost everything, sighing he peers at me and continues. A man stopped by this morning offering to help me figure it out but I'm afraid the cost was too high. What was the cost father please tell me. Looking at him with pleading eyes, he sighs as he began to explain. He offered to pay off my debt and restore my business if I was to give up that most precious to me. My eyes widen and my throat goes dry just as my eyes fill with tears. Someone wants me I whisper and see his eyes dim just a little. Yes, my dear, and I can’t do it. Grabbing his hand, I lean in close so he can hear me. I’ll do it, "his eyes grow wide as he begins to shake his head no fast”. I smile and continue for you I will do it. He wants to be wed this evening my dear and we know nothing about him. “If he can stick to his end of the bargain the rest does not matter I will serve him if it means you won't have to worry”. My tears tickle my face the ones I didn't even know escaped. Standing to my feet I look at him and sigh, if there is to be a wedding today we should get ready with that I take my leave locking myself in my room.

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

She was breaking out. She was struggling to breathe, she tried to pull away from him but no, he was gaining in on her. He had her sprawled on the couch unfastening the rope of her robe and clutching her bare skin. Her mouth fell open and her face threw to the back with her hair spread all over the couch as his lips came to her neck, and he was grunting into her ears with raw need. “I need you Bambino Mio (my baby)” he whispered as his tongue touched her naked breast. Her hands were useless against him. Her toes curled up as a ticklish feeling transferred from her body and straight to her brain. Her mouth let out a sweet moan. She has never felt this good before. “I will make you feel beautiful.” He said as he kissed her face sticking his hand into her panties. “I will make your pain go away for a while, bambino.” She screamed when she felt his hand inside of her, their eyes locked into each other before their lips met again. “Do you feel better now?” He grunted out and she tried to nod her head. “No Bambino, you have to be grateful by replying me with words.” He said driving deeper into her. Amora’s life turned topsy turvy down when the powerful and brutal cold billionaire of Venice walks into it. A man filled with a raw taste of need and affection and he offered her what she wanted most in her life. AFFECTION but it came with a price which will cost her a lot more than she would gain. Will she survive being in the billionaire’s world or will she be consumed? This book is RATED 18+

This book contains explicit adult material, taboo step-relationship themes, and graphic sexual content. If you enjoy some time alone with sizzling dark romance, an age gap and secret love book, look no more, this is the book you seek. Reader discretion is strongly advised.Strictly 18+ ++++ “Are you saying no one’s tasted that sweet, bare pussy you put on display this morning?” he asks. I shake my head. “You didn’t act pure as the driven snow when you spread those thighs to tease me.” “I wasn’t teasing. I would have let you do anything you wanted… Daddy.” The last word is whispered, but it gets the desired reaction. Whatever tether was holding him back snaps. With quick, efficient movements, he grabs the hem of my shirt, then flicks his wrists, pulling it up and off. “You’re going to be a good girl and do exactly as Daddy says, aren’t you?” “Yes, Daddy.” His mouth descends on mine, owning me with his lips and tongue. His hands cup both my breasts, lifting them, testing their weight, kneading them. He spreads his fingers until my nipples pop through his index and middle finger. Then he presses all his fingers together, pinching my nipples. “These tits,” he groans. “These tits have haunted my dreams. They’ve snuck into my fantasies over and over. ++++ Dierdre thought the hardest part of summer would be figuring out how to pay for college. But when her stepdad, Matt, the man who has always been just out of reach, starts to look at her differently, everything changes. Tension simmers into desire, and soon Dierdre is caught in a forbidden game where temptation and danger walk hand in hand. Her Daddy’s Obsession is a scorching, boundary-pushing romance that dares to explore the unspoken.

WARNING: RATED 18+| NO RAPE!!! Excerpt; "Was I a good girl?" she hiccupped, her bare skin flushed and glowed as she rolled across the sheets like she owned the bed—and him. Six weeks without his touch had scraped her raw. She was slowly losing touch of her sanity. "You did good, Penguin," Alanis said, his voice low and rough as he reached for his tie. And just like that, the spell cracked. He was leaving...again. It wasn't fair, she had to remain in the shadows, while her perfect half-sister was rubbing his chest in public. Poppy slammed the door shut, while she arranged her robe, her eyes wet and wild. "Can you… stay… just one more night?" He hesitated. And she saw it, the guilt and pull. "You know how this—" Something made him stop mid-sentence. His gaze dropped. One sharp breath, and he was staring at her peaked nipple like it was a commandment. "Please?" she breathed, arching toward him. With a low growl, he tossed her back on the bed because he had been starved, and he was ready to devour his Penguin. ... Poppy never had a chance to be the golden girl. Not with a cruel stepmother, and a father who forgot she even existed. Penelope was given everything that belonged to Poppy. Now Penny's prize? A diamond ring—a wedding to Alanis Caelum, Velmora's most powerful billionaire. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly magnetic. To everyone but Poppy. Because before he became Penny’s perfect fiancé, he belonged to Poppy—in the dark, in secret, in sin. He knows her body like a weapon. He calls her Penguin with a growl that makes her knees buckle. And when he’s inside her, he forgets who he's supposed to love. She had him wrapped so tight, he forgot the world.

"Hatred barely scratches the surface of the disgust I feel for you, human. Why did the Moon Goddess mate you to me?" He gripped my jaw tightly, forcing me to meet his terrifying red-eye gaze as his hands explored my bare boobs, sending shivers down my spine. "I... I will gladly accept your rejection, Master. Please recite it once again," I stammered, struggling to hold back my tears. He scoffed, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered in a surprisingly soothing voice, "Over my dead body will I free you from my bondage, little fairy." From the moment Olena was born, she faced hatred from her family, the only human among the Crescent Pack. Her father hid her away, treating her as a slave, while her silver hair marked her as a mystery. With a cruel stepmother and a spiteful stepsister who wants everything she has, her childhood crush rejected and betrayed her by marking her stepsister. What could be worse than being sold as a commodity to the most brutal, ruthless, and cursed Lycan King ever to exist? Abraham, The Two-Times Cursed Lycan despises the concept of "fated mates" and loathes weakness in any form. Yet, there is something about Olena that he cannot ignore. Despite his hatred and the dark secrets he harbors, Abraham finds himself drawn to her in ways he doesn’t understand. But when a shocking truth is revealed, Abraham discovers that Olena isn’t human, she possess strong abilities and this changes everything. Will Abraham overcome the forces that threaten to tear them apart? Or will the reappearance of Olena’s childhood crush, who now wants her back, shatter everything? CONTENT warning!!! This book contains graphic sexual scenes, explicit language, violence, and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. Strictly 18+.

“I need this job, Ralph, and I’m willing to do anything to get the job, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his. “Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit! Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table, heading for the exit. “And Victoria, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind. “Be very careful around me, I can be very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table and screwing my brains out.

Belle Gray, a 17-year-old with a future as bright as her smile, is the epitome of innocence. She was as pure as any girl can ever be. Her overprotective older brother has ensured she barely had any interaction with boys. But when Noah Alabaster, her brother's best friend, entered her life, Belle's world turned upside down. She realized that she was in love with him who turns out to be his professor as well. She was well aware Noah was strictly off limits, yet she couldn’t help falling for him. Noah Alabaster, a 26-year-old professor, a man of intense passion, irresistible charm and intelligence. He always maintained distance from girls, yet the moment he lays his eyes on Belle, he knows he can't resist her who happens to be his best friend’s sister. Although he did hide his feelings, he soon found himself losing control over his heart. He's obsessive, determined and willing to do anything for the woman he loves, even if it means breaking every rule. The magnetic pull between Belle and Noah is undeniable. Belle's innocent mind filled with forbidden fantasies about him, imagining how would his touch feel on her bare skin, to hear him whisper her name in the darkness. What will Belle do when Noah comes to live with her family for a while? Can Belle resist the temptation that threatens to consume her? Or she will surrender to her desires and risk everything for the taste of the forbidden? As their forbidden love blossoms, they faced complexities to hide their love from the world. But secrets have a way of unraveling. Will their love be strong enough to survive the storm or the intensity of their passion ultimately be their downfall? Dive into the world of love, lust and forbidden desire.