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"Give in to me Sydney." Any inhibition was slowly but steadily ebbing away as he moved faster and more violently. As he hammered into me, my hands shifted on their own, aimlessly groping over his muscles. Over his back, my nails left imprints of tiny white crescents in groups of four. I couldn't think of anything more to say. The quiet and lovely mewls, the irrepressible sighs, and the quivering breaths were all there. Words were eluding me, and I was entangled in a web of rebellious pleasure. I couldn't connect two thoughts any longer. He was suckling on my throat at the same time as kneading my sensitive breasts with calloused kneading and a maddeningly tight friction on my womanhood. As I

It looked like the Trap Dragon Thorn. When Darryl first founded the Elysium Gate Sect, he collected a lot of ancient books and documents. He read in one of those books that in order to capture the dragons, the cultivators in ancient times invented a secret weapon called the Trap Dragon Thorn. A dragon that was hit by the Trap Dragon Thorn would lose its mobility. Thereafter, when the dragons disappeared from The Nine Continents, the Trap Dragon Thorne was also lost. Darryl never expected he would encounter the Trap Dragon Thorn in another world.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy. Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass.

"Don't make me punch you. Again." He walked away. Which was good, because had he stayed any longer, he'd have seen the sweat pooling around my temples, the tremors that wracked my body, and the twitching hand. With a curse, I stomped back into the pantry, grabbed an entire bag of marshmallows, and dug in. END OF BOOK ONE: CAPTURE

“Wait, please! I need to know—I need—” But she was gone. And I was alone again. I looked at the tray she’d left. The water called to me. My throat was so dry it hurt to swallow. But could I trust it? What if it was drugged too? My hand hovered over the cup, trembling. In the end, thirst won out over caution. I grabbed the cup and drank deeply, the water soothing my raw throat even as I waited for the telltale fog of drugs to creep back in.

He could always read her like an open book. “L… let go…” she let out a broken whisper, her voice barely audible escaping her trembling lips while she kept wriggling in his hold, if he was not watching her closely he wouldn't have read the trembling of her lips. “Let…go…” she repeated, her voice cracking with choked emotions, but he was frozen.

I close the distance with just a few steps. It happens so quickly. As I bend down to look through the grate, Graydon puts out his hand trying to stop me, he says something and I turn. It's too late. The trap must have been set to trigger the moment I went near the grate. The net snaps shut. The oldest trap in the book and I got caught by it. Me and Graydon twist and squirm trying to move into a position that might help us stop spinning around. But the net is sticky as a spider's web so I put one hand on a cord and it gets stuck so I have to use the other one to pull it away and the jerk flings me backwards so now my back is stuck. Graydon is having similar troubles and his boot gets lodged p

"A traitor's daughter, how could she ever be truly loyal to you? She's probably just after your Alpha status and your family's power, waiting to completely bewitch you, then team up with her good-for-nothing mother to overthrow you!" "What good could come from a lowly beta? Those little handmade trinkets she gives you? That's just her trying to get a lot for a little, trading cheap submissiveness for your Alpha protection! She doesn't just want you, she and her bitch mother are after the entire pack's power!" "Connor, you have to be careful! Don't let her pitiful act fool you! All those 'accidental' injuries, being 'bullied' by pack members – I bet it's all an act, a sob story to get your sy

The warehouse creaked in the silence of dawn, its old beams groaning like tired bones. Rico sat in the farthest corner, his knees drawn tightly against his chest, his head tilted forward in exhaustion. His lips were dry and cracked; the thirst was worse than the hunger now. Hunger gnawed at him like a dull blade, but thirst scorched him raw from the inside out. He had tried licking the condensation off rusted pipes, even pressed his tongue to a broken bottle hoping for a drop, but nothing came. The city outside lived, breathed, roared, but for Rico the walls kept him in a prison of his own choosing.