Bra Busui

She was his first light. He became her greatest shadow. She babysat him. And he fell in love. Years ago, 19 years old Olivia Wilde left behind a child, who loved her in silence, now she works for the man he's become. Fabian Stone is young, ruthless, unreadable and far too powerful. But buried beneath the cold exterior, is the same soul that once sketched her heart on torn paper and whispered promises he never got to keep. She shouldn't want him. He shouldn't still burn for her. But the past doesn't forget, and neither does he. ~~~ "Strip Olivia" he said, his voice dripping of command. I immediately obeyed, like I was programmed to follow all his instructions. My hand reached for my top and I slowly took it off staring him in the eyes. Next was my pants, then my bra, my breasts spilling from their confinement and I rubbed them, playing with my already hard nipples. His eyes were clouded with lust and something else I couldn't read. My hand reach for my panties, slowly taking it off, then tossing it where my other pile of clothing laid. I sat on the desk, legs spread, giving him a show of my already wet cunt. I heard him groan, a hot and sexy groan and I smirked, already proud of myself. I fingered myself, imagining it to be his long, thick hands, I close my eyes, reeling in the moment when his voice dripping command boomed, "Don't cum without me telling you to"

No dia do casamento, Afonso entrou tarde no salão, de braço dado com sua primeira paixão, vestindo o traje de padrinho. O terno do noivo? Jogado de qualquer jeito no sofá, num claro sinal de desordem. — Afonso, hoje não é o nosso casamento... — Júlia. — Ele interrompeu, com uma voz fria, cheia de aviso enquanto olhava para mim firme. — Você sabe muito bem o que pode e o que não pode dizer. Seja madura, não me faça te odiar. Só pude soltar um sorriso amargo. Tudo isso aconteceu porque a primeira paixão de Afonso perdeu a memória. Desde então, todos ao redor entraram nesse teatro coletivo para ajudá-la a recuperar as lembranças. Ninguém podia permitir que ela se sentisse perturbada. Para manter a paz, Afonso até tentou me consolar, aproximando-se para um abraço e murmurando ao meu ouvido: — Juju, você entende meu lado, certo? Acenei em silêncio, e fui capaz de me desprender de tudo ao segurar a mão do verdadeiro padrinho e seguir de cabeça erguida rumo ao altar. No entanto, mais tarde, enquanto eu, grávida, fazia compras no shopping, Afonso apareceu diante de mim, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas. — Juju, não estávamos apenas atuando todo esse tempo? Como você pôde engravidar?

Susana Costa amou Nathan Ribeiro em silêncio por cinco longos anos. Por ele, escolheu permanecer em uma cidade que ficava a milhares de quilômetros de sua terra natal, longe de tudo o que conhecia. Quando a noiva de Nathan fugiu, abandonando-o no cerimônia do noivado, foi Susana quem, sem hesitar, deu um passo à frente e aceitou o anel, consciente de que aquele gesto selava um destino doloroso, o de que Nathan jamais a amaria. No dia do casamento, bastou Bianca Santos sussurrar que estava com "dores no coração" para que Nathan abandonasse sua esposa recém-casada, virando as costas e correndo desesperado para os braços de outra mulher. Todos riam de Susana. Riam e diziam que ela era como uma trepadeira parasita, incapaz de sobreviver sem a árvore robusta que era Nathan; zombavam de sua humildade excessiva e de sua insistência cega. Até mesmo Susana, por muito tempo, acreditou nessa mentira. No entanto, qualquer amor, por mais profundo que seja, tem um limite. Ser ignorada, negligenciada e colocada repetidamente em segundo plano drena a alma, gota a gota, até secar. E quando Nathan finalmente decidiu olhar para trás, a garota que um dia usou todo o seu amor para permanecer ao seu lado já havia partido, dissolvendo-se no vento, para nunca mais voltar.

Por muito tempo, Augusto Carvalho foi a única luz na vida de Margarida Cardoso. Até o dia em que ele declarou: — Meu casamento com Leonor não vai ser cancelado. Se quiser, pode continuar sendo minha amante. Foi naquele instante que Margarida despertou para a realidade. O brilho que um dia a iluminava se transformava, de repente, na sombra pesada que agora pairava sobre ela. Naquela mesma noite, Margarida deixou a casa sem olhar para trás. Todo mundo diziam que ela, uma órfã, sem a ajuda da família Carvalho, teria que se curvar a uma realidade de humilhação e súplicas em poucos dias. Porém, para o choque geral, no dia da cerimônia que uniria as famílias Almeida e Carvalho, Margarida reapareceu com uma aura de inusitada elegância. Vestida com um deslumbrante vestido vermelho, de braços dados com o líder da família Almeida. A mulher que todos davam como derrotada agora brilhava como a cunhada do noivo. Todos os presentes ficaram boquiabertos. Augusto acreditou que Margarida ainda se curvava a ele, e com os dentes cerrados, deu um passo à frente para agarrá-la. Foi quando uma voz cortante e gelada parou todos no salão: — Dá mais um passo e vamos ver o que acontece.

No meu vigésimo aniversário, meus pais trouxeram fotos de herdeiros de todo o país e as colocaram diante de mim, pedindo que eu escolhesse alguém para um casamento arranjado. Eu disse ao meu pai que queria decidir por sorteio. Só porque, na vida passada, escolhi sem hesitar o cobiçado herdeiro de Cidade Lima, o ilustre Carlos Uchoa, de quem eu já gostava há tempos. Mas só descobri depois do casamento que a primeira paixão dele ficou tão arrasada com isso que saiu para um bar, afogou as mágoas e acabou sendo abusada por uns marginais. Ela tentou se suicidar três vezes, e Carlos colocou toda a culpa em mim. Ele deu toda a fortuna da minha família para a primeira paixão dele, esvaziando completamente o patrimônio dos Lemos. Por fim, ele ainda permitiu que ela cortasse o freio do carro, causando o acidente em que meus pais e eu morremos de forma trágica. Ao renascer, desta vez acabei sorteando o herdeiro mais respeitado, distante e celibatário de Cidade Real, Francisco Costa. Mas, na festa de noivado, quando eu, Estela Lemos, entrei de braço dado com Francisco, chamando toda a atenção, Carlos simplesmente perdeu o juízo.

"Dear cousins… I belong to you all, whether you want me or not." She said icily, stripping out of her clothes, a black lacy bra and matching bikini thong panties. Looking at the triplets, her mind reeled and part of her told her to get out of the room, but her dark sexual desires had taken control of her body and she felt her arousal becoming almost complete. Zenon leaned over, unable to control his rising member and the uncontrollable pheromones coming from her. He kissed her lightly on the mouth at first. Then finding no resistance on her part, pressed his mouth hard to hers, smothering her mouth with a kiss that took her breath away. As they continued to exchange tongues, she moaned slightly as Kade's hand slid under her mould in her parted thighs. Her arousal was complete and her moans were becoming more pronounced, driving Knox insane as he battled to control his wolf threatening to take over his body to mark her as his. *** Nineteen-year-old Olivia is an omega—wolfless, unshifted, and unloved. Taken in by her late mother’s pack, she’s nothing more than a shadow in the beta’s household, serving the cruel Beta’s daughter, Sheryl, and enduring the scorn of her own blood relatives. Her only plan? Disappear the night of her nineteenth birthday… right after Sheryl turns eighteen. As she slips away from the party, ready to vanish for good, something impossible happens. Three dominant, powerful Alpha heirs appear before her. And when the mate marks burn across their skin, the pack is thrown into chaos. She is the destined mate of All three of them! But there’s just one problem—they’re her cousins. And the Luna, their mother and her aunt, will do anything to sever the bond…..

Pulling me even closer to him, “you’re so fucking sexy.” He moaned into my mouth and I felt my pussy throb at once, it couldn’t wait for Ivan’s cock to fill it up. With his lips not leaving mine, Ivan pulled off my top and without much problem unhooked my bra too. I also helped him pull his shirt off and now my boobs were pressing really hard on his muscular chest. He pulled my skirt up and my pussy could feel the kicking bulge in his pants. My breathing paced as his fingers explored the entirety of my being. “You’re not gonna cum until I allow you to.” —————— Being as cold and heartless as he is, all Ivanović Volkov cared about was his work and getting revenge on the one who’d broken him without words years ago. He intends to watch her crumble just like he also did when she left. Fate brings her back into his life after many years and he gets the shock of his life when she doesn’t even recognize him. After trying all she can to get away from the grip of her cold stepfather but failing. Lexi Finn eventually found herself signing a contract marriage with a man her stepfather had sold her to. Just about anything to get her away from her stepfather. Imagine her shock when she realized it was the cold billionaire she met at a club and had a one night stand with. What happens when Lexi finds out about who Ivan really is? What would Ivan do when his quest for revenge turns into a love quest? WARNING: This book contains explicit content and the use of strong words.

He starts nibbling on my chest and starts pulling off my bra away from my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore, I push him away hard and scream loudly and fall off the couch and try to find my way towards the door. He laughs in a childlike manner and jumps on top of me and bites down on my shoulder blade. “Ahhh!! What are you doing! Get off me!!” I scream clawing on the wooden floor trying to get away from him.He sinks his teeth in me deeper and presses me down on the floor with all his body weight. Tears stream down my face while I groan in the excruciating pain that he is giving me. “Please I beg you, please stop.” I whisper closing my eyes slowly, stopping my struggle against him.He slowly lets me go and gets off me and sits in front of me. I close my eyes and feel his fingers dancing on my spine; he keeps running them back and forth humming a soft tune with his mouth. “What is your name pretty girl?” He slowly bounces his fingers on the soft skin of my thigh. “Isabelle.” I whisper softly.“I’m Daniel; I just wanted to play with you. Why would you hurt me, Isabelle?” He whispers my name coming closer to my ear.I could feel his hot breathe against my neck. A shiver runs down my spine when I feel him kiss my cheek and start to go down to my jaw while leaving small trails of wet kisses. “Please stop it; this is not playing, please.” I hold in my cries and try to push myself away from him.

A gripping tale of love, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bonds of family. It is a thrilling and emotionally charged saga that explores the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love in the face of adversity. ----- “What do you think?” Her words carried a seductive edge as her hips pressed against mine, setting off a wildfire of need. My eyes flashed, and I growled loudly. With a growl, I tore her silk nightie, exposing the see-through black lace bra and panties that adorned her figure. The soft glow of light accentuated a damp spot on her panties, evidence of her arousal. “And...” she whispered, her warm breath fanning over my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And?” I repeated my voice husky. “Don’t you dare hold back, Alpha!” she whispered, kissing my neck. “I know what you feel. I want it too. I want you all.” ----- Aarya, a determined Indian student studying in the USA, encounters Xander, her best friend’s cousin. Little does she know Xander harbors a life-changing secret. While they grow closer, Xander, who has resigned himself to never finding his true mate, grapples with guiding Aarya towards accepting their emotions. Assisted by his two trusted friends, they strive to unite two souls meant for each other. Can Aarya come to terms with their undeniable connection, or will fate conspire to keep them apart? Aarya has her own for coming towards Xander and everyone is affected by that. Amidst the escalating supernatural unrest, can their love survive, or will it shatter under the impending storm? Join the action pact ride of a human-werewolf tale. Where every belief is challenged. ------ Book 1 of the Alpha series. Warning: Mature content, blood, and fight.

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her