Breath Caught

"Ash please it's a only way, you have to marry him" Ash took a long breath and look towards his mother. "Why"? He ask again. "Beacuse it's only a way".

I am about to be forced to marry the most ruthless old mafia boss in the city. However, one morning, I woke up naked in an unfamiliar bed and realized I had sex with a stranger. The worst thing is, now he is standing in front of me at my engagement dinner. “Mr. Guerrero,” someone says to my fiancé from behind me. “Your son has arrived.” Great. My one night stand is my fiance's son. When I ask him to pretend nothing ever happened. He chuckles. “And what if I don’t want that, future-Mrs.-Guerrero?” My breath catches when he leans in close, his breath hovering over my ear. “Or… should I call you mother?”

“You are the property of the Don. You belong to me, and I won’t hesitate to burn anyone who even thinks of laying a finger on you,” he murmured, his hot, husky breath brushing against my ear. My breath hitched as I feel his lips pressed against my neck. “Mine to devour,” he whispered, his voice trailing lower. “Mine alone.” •••• When Iris is sold by her grandmother, only to be auctioned and bought by the most dangerous man she’d ever laid eyes on—Damon Vyone —her world fractures. A man who kills without flinching. Now, she belongs to him. Nowhere to run. No escape. And he has no intention of letting her out of his sight.

She was afraid to fall in love. He never lowered the walls of his heart, afraid to face betrayal. Both were busy chasing away the demons of their sleepless nights not knowing when their lives entangled and they crashed into each other, seeking solace from the treacherous world. Valerie Ambrose bumped into Damon Lysander at a downtown club. Eyes met, sparks flew, heat rose, and they ended up having a one-night stand. _ "I don't have cash on me. I forgot my wallet." He slurred, his crystal blue eyes bloodshot red as he stared directly into my eyes, for a moment I thought he was sober, but then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. "Now are you still interested?" Although the music was blasting through the speakers, but I caught up on his hidden implication. I shook my head in exhaustion "You're drunk Damon. Come I will drop you home." "I don't want to go back there. It hurts Val." He mumbled dryly, but his moist eyes said it all, and I couldn't help but pity him. When I failed to respond he pressed his lips to the side of my neck and inhaled deeply. "Please don't leave me alone." He was barely audible and looked like a mess, a beautiful mess. "I can't bear this anymore." And with that said, he pressed his lips to mine.

This isn’t a book. It’s a violation. Of your rules. Of your morals. Of the last line between want and ruin. These aren’t stories. They’re commands. Each page is a filthy little dare to spread wider, moan louder, and let go of every ounce of control you thought you had. Because once you start reading? You don’t stop. You can’t stop. This is where innocence gets devoured by the mouths it was told to avoid. Where best friends’ daddies, strict professors, and stepbrothers with no self-control break all the rules in your head—and then break you. They’re not gentle. They’re not careful. They’re not here for love. They want your breath caught in your throat. Your thighs shaking from how much you need it. Your body betraying every thought that says “no.” They’ll pin you down with a stare. Fuck your mind until it spirals. Make you beg without even touching you. You’ll gag on the tension. Cry from the pressure. Climax from the ache of what you’re not supposed to want. So keep your fingers ready. Keep the lights low. And baby? Be warned: You’re gonna need a towel by the end. Because this book doesn’t just seduce you. It owns you. Read it loud. Feel it deeper. And don’t you dare pretend you didn’t love every depraved second of it.

"Does this feel wrong?" He asked, running his fingers up the slender curves of her spine, instinctively Abigail purred softly shaking her head. Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth roughly. Losing herself in his dangerous hues."Do you want this?" He grinned running this thumb over the bottom lip she had just been chewing, mischief swimming in his deep green eyes. Her breath caught in her throat watching him edge closer, consuming all of her senses. Nodding slowly, words escaping her. Lord help her she wanted him! "Use your words." He commanded, running his tongue over her swollen bottom lip. He tasted- exquisite. "Yes," She whimpered… Closing her eyes consumed by guilt. "But I want HIM too!" When Abigail moved to Blue Moon Creek seeking answers from her Father as to who and what she was, she quickly realised she had bitten off more than she could chew. Ending up smack bang in the middle of a century old rivalry, torn between two Alphas and her destiny! Soon releasing that even angels have to answer to fate. Her actions have consequences as do the answers to the questions she so desperately seeks.Will she follow her head and do what's expected of her, or will she follow her heart and fight fate?

I begged Dylan Leveson three hundred and four times to take my dying dad on one last trip out to sea. Guess what? He bailed. I stood on the shore, watching the warmth fade from my dad's body, breath by breath—alone—while Dylan played Romeo in the highlands. Millie Stone—his forever flame—posted a cozy little selfie: [Far from the world, as long as I have you.] I accidentally hit like. Dylan popped up instantly. [How many times have I told you to leave Millie alone? Can't control yourself? We're getting a divorce!] Oh, the classic divorce threat. I'd lost count. [Cool. Divorce it is.]

"Everyone that hurt me and my pack, I will pay back in ten thousand folds." ___Eva Grey "Until my final cursed breath, I will wage your battles with triumph, my mate." –Alpha Ashton McLean.

“Do you know why he married you?” Her smile was cruel, her blind eyes staring straight through me. “Because you’re wearing my eyes and he promised to protect them.” My breath caught, but she wasn’t done. She leaned closer, as she whispered in my ears “Face it, Olivia. You’re nothing but my replacement.” Leonard always seemed like the perfect husband, until she woke from her five-year coma and shattered my world with the truth. He married me for my eyes. Eyes that once belonged to her. I should have known his overprotectiveness wasn’t love, it was guilt. And now, with a life growing inside me, I realized I wasn’t just a substitute wife. I was a placeholder in a story that was never mine to begin with. Shattered and pregnant, I disappeared, leaving behind the man who never truly saw me and a secret he never knew existed. Years later, I return. No longer his fragile, obedient wife, but a woman with a new name, a hidden son, and a plan to ruin the billionaire who broke me. But in a game where love and vengeance collide, the most dangerous twist isn’t my fury it’s the fire that never died between us. He made me a substitute. Now, I’ll make him suffer.

Sylvester Norman, the cold unfeeling heir of Norman Holdings proposes a contract marriage to save a business partner, due to family pressures for him to get married before receiving his inheritance. Monica falls prey in the bid to save her brother's business.However, when Monica returns after separating from Sylvester for five years, she meets a totally different person. Sneak peak: Sylvester ambled close to her. His face was a few inches from hers. Monica's heart panged in her chest. His lips were close to hers, she felt she was finally going to have the kiss she craved. She closed her eyes at the feel of his hot breath on her neck. Whichever way, when Sly spoke, she felt her breath cease. "Then sign the divorce papers."