Bare Su

Sofía Sánchez amó a Vicente Ramírez durante seis años. Él se fue al extranjero a estudiar, y ella lo esperó con paciencia. Sin embargo, lo que la esperó al final fue a Vicente, que volvía tomado de la mano de otra mujer: Paloma Torres. La noche que estuvo en peligro, ella llamó a su novio Vicente para pedir ayuda. Pero él solo dijo: —Paloma le tiene miedo a la oscuridad. Sé razonable y no armes problemas. Una sola frase la empujó al abismo de la desesperación. Con el corazón hecho añicos, Sofía volvió la cabeza hacia el tío de su novio, Daniel Ramírez. Conteniendo las lágrimas a duras penas, le dijo: —Daniel, llévame de aquí. *** Tiempo después, Vicente se arrodilló suplicándole entre lágrimas, pero Sofía ni siquiera lo miró. En su lugar, tomó de la mano a Daniel y declaró: —Ahora soy tu tía. El hombre a su lado bajó la mirada y, con una sonrisa cómplice, confirmó: —Sí. Ahora debes llamarla "tía".

Durante mis cinco años de matrimonio con Dante Moretti, el Don de la mafia de Gold Ville, todo el mundo sabía que me amaba más que a su vida. Él tenía tatuado un violín (por mí) junto al escudo de su familia, un símbolo de lealtad que nunca podría ser borrado. Hasta que recibí la foto de su amante. Una camarera de cócteles, tumbada desnuda en sus brazos, con la piel marcada por los moretones oscuros del sexo violento. Ella había garabateado su propio nombre justo al lado del violín que él llevaba por mí. Y mi esposo se lo había permitido. «Dante dice que solo estando dentro de mí se siente como un hombre. Tú ya ni siquiera puedes excitarlo, ¿verdad, querida Alessia? Quizás sea hora de que te hagas a un lado». No respondí. Solo hice una llamada. —Necesito una nueva identidad. Y un billete de avión.

Hace cinco años, Lucía Santos sufrió una ruptura uterina al lanzarse para salvar a Julián Lago, quien estuvo a punto de ser atropellado por un coche. Desde entonces, le dijeron que sería muy difícil que pudiera quedar embarazada. Pero Julián no la rechazó. Al contrario, insistió en casarse con ella. Después del matrimonio, Julián prácticamente le entregó todo su amor. No fue sino hasta que sus rivales en los negocios hicieron público un escándalo en redes sociales que Lucía descubrió la verdad: Julián tenía otra mujer afuera, y esa mujer ya llevaba más de tres meses de embarazo. Esa noche, Julián se arrodilló frente a Lucía, suplicándole perdón. —Lucy, créeme. Voy a encargarme de todo. No dejaré que tenga ese bebé... Lucía lo perdonó. El día de su quinto aniversario de bodas, fue al hotel que Julián había reservado. Pero lo que vio allí la dejó sin aliento. En el salón de al lado, Julián, junto con su familia y amigos, estaba celebrando el cumpleaños de su amante embarazada. Todos estaban sentados a su alrededor, sonriendo, compartiendo una felicidad que Lucía jamás había visto. En ese instante, supo que era hora de marcharse.

La familia mafiosa Rossi seguía una regla ancestral. Antes del matrimonio, el heredero tenía una oportunidad cada año de sacar un sorteo. Si obtenía uno favorable, podía elegir a su propia esposa y evitar un matrimonio arreglado. Dante Rossi obtuvo un sorteo desfavorable durante cinco años consecutivos. Y yo, que llevaba siete años saliendo con él, nunca logré casarme a su lado. Este año marcaba el sexto. Escuché por casualidad su conversación con Marco Valentino, el subjefe. —Señor Rossi, le volvió a tocar un sorteo favorable. La voz de Dante tenía una frialdad inusual. —Como siempre, cámbialo por uno desfavorable. Marco dudó un momento antes de intentar persuadirlo. —Señor Rossi, ya lo ha cambiado durante cinco años seguidos. ¿No le preocupa que Celia se vaya? Es la mujer más hermosa de Nopales. La mitad de los hombres de la ciudad la persiguen. Dante respondió con total seguridad: —No lo hará. Celia me ama demasiado. No se casará con nadie más. —Hace años, el padre de Livia murió salvándome. Su último deseo fue que me quedara a su lado durante cinco años. Cuando este año termine, le daré a Celia una gran boda como compensación. Mi último rastro de esperanza murió al escuchar esas palabras. Dante probablemente no sabía que la familia Rossi tenía una última regla ancestral. Si el heredero no lograba obtener un sorteo favorable seis veces, perdería el derecho a elegir su propio matrimonio. Además, yo pronto me casaría con alguien más.

Después de dos años de matrimonio, Camila Rivas descubrió al intentar obtener nuevamente su certificado de matrimonio que el preciado papel que había guardado con tanto cariño era falso... Quiso confrontar a su esposo Alejandro Jiménez, pero escuchó algo que la dejó sin palabras: el hombre que la había cuidado con tanto amor durante seis años, ya estaba casado desde hacía cinco años con su profesora, que era seis años mayor que él. No solo había sido su escudo humano, sino que además, él le había asignado la culpa de no poder tener hijos, mientras adoptaba a sus hijos. Con el estómago revuelto, Camila llamó a su abogado encargado de heredar la fortuna. —Soltera, sin hijos, toda la herencia es mía. Camila decidió alejarse de la familia Jiménez, y Alejandro, confiado en que ella no tenía a dónde ir, esperaba tranquilo que regresara a rogarle. Sin embargo, un día, Camila apareció en los titulares de todos los medios del país, en una noticia sobre un matrimonio arreglado. Ahora, ella estaba acompañada de un hombre en la cima del poder, compartiendo el escenario bajo los reflectores, recibiendo la admiración y los mejores deseos de todo el mundo...

“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.

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.

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.

“These sharp lips," he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, "they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name...." his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder as it finds its way to my bare throbbing core. "and learn exactly who they belong to." ******* One brother owns her future. The other is addicted to her ruin. Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the golden billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything. One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her. Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, reckless and dangerous. And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother. Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go. Now every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her. Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away. Because Slade doesn't do mercy. He does destruction, he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his. *********** TRIGGER WARNING!!🔞🔞 This book contains explicit sexual scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desires, raw emotions, family dramas, dark romance themes, and psychological tension. Stay off or get burned. Just kidding! Dive dive in and enjoy the fire.😉😉

"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+.