Caught Me Off Guard Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

Just because of a fight for a man, Nelly wants to kill Celine just to get Ron, Celine's boyfriend. After killing Celine, Nelly happily returned to meet Ron. She accidentally created a meeting for Celine and Saint, the most dangerous man in the world. Saint accidentally saves Celine's life and brings her home. Saint thinks Celine is a poor and stupid woman, so he wants to take Celine's heart as a replacement for his heart-diseased sister. After Celine woke up, she knew the Saint's true purpose and escaped. After she escaped, she discovered Nelly was married to Ron. Celine's anger invaded her brain, she looked at Saint and said. “Saint, I will give my heart to your sister. However, you must agree to one of my requests, you must protect me absolutely, because I want revenge."

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

First of all if you don't like women be controlled by the men or can't tolerate abusive content then I would prefer you to skip this story. Remember this story is not for below 18. This story is strictly only for 18+ adults. I was about to say something but then I froze in my place when I felt a gun on the back of my waist. My voice just stuck in my throat. He pressed the gun more to my waist making me let out a small gasp. "I am not only a billionaire kitten. I am also a mafia leader. And this crazy mafia wants you at any cost. And it will be better if you just submit to me or I have my own ways to make you do it." I flinched when I felt his cold lips on my warm neck. I tried to move away but he wrapped his one hand on my waist and other was still pressing the gun. And the--- What will happen when two mad and crazy billionaires wanted only one girl who want nothing from them. One who broke her dignity and other who kept on her soul. Will she be able free herself from this nightmare. OR Will remain bound to four walls of darkness. A dark romance story. I hope you guys like it. WARNING; THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE TRIGGERING CONTENT. RAPE AND ABUSIVE SCENES. READ IT OWN YOUR OWN RISK. Copyright 2020 Marwians

He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body as his fingers teased me, leaving me breathless and aching for more. "You want this?" he murmured, his voice rough with need. I could barely think, barely speak—all I knew was that I needed him. "Yes..." I gasped, arching against him as his touch grew bolder, more demanding. Every stroke, every whispered word pushed me closer to the edge. I was lost in him, in the way he claimed me without hesitation. "Who are you?" he demanded, his grip tightening.” "I am your dirty little slut." I gasped... A month after her dad died, she moved to L.A.—to live with his best friend. A man rich enough to own the city, and powerful enough to stay untouchable. She thought it’d be awkward. Quiet. Maybe even safe. But then came the night. One mistake. One touch. And everything changed. Now they’re caught in something they can’t control. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it feels way too good to stop. She knows this can’t last. He knows it too. But the more they try to stay away, the harder it gets to breathe without each other. And if anyone finds out— It won’t just break hearts. It’ll ruin lives. This story is rated 18+...

"Dont- DON'T TOUCH ME!" His frantic voice rang out through the store. Why now? Why did his heat have to come NOW?! Rayan Neel is a mistake of nature, a male omega. Omegas make up less than 5% of the world's population, and only about 1% of them are born male. Omegas in general are looked down upon as the lowest social class, and have only recently, as far as political timelines go, been given rights as citizens. The collar he wears both labels him and keeps him safe, but it doesn't make life easier. He doesn't need any help. He's perfectly capable of supporting himself, in spite of what he is. Sure, there's not much room for luxuries, but it's an okay life. No time for romance. Well, maybe just a little...

Mortani Bartolome is a lovely, small, but cool woman. She doesn't care if it's a guy or a woman; if they collide on her road without a settlement, her fist will be the judge. Even her boyfriend's lover, Clyde Louis Contreras, CEO of a well-known corporation and grandson of a billionaire, is vulnerable to her toxic hands. Will her fist help her if she realizes she is destined to marry the person she despises the most? And this guy is none other than the man who became her ex-boyfriend's lover. Is there anything she can do to avert this disaster? Or will she fall in love with a Clyde Contreras instead of avoiding him?

She thought she was being saved. He knew he was claiming her. But neither of them expected to fall. When Calla Moretti is torn from the quiet life she knew and dropped into the lavish, dangerous world of the man who owns the city — she learns quickly that nothing in Damien Blackthorne’s empire is simple. Especially not him. He’s older. Ruthless. Powerful. The head of a criminal syndicate with secrets stitched into every wall of his mansion. She’s the daughter of a man he was sent to destroy. And now, she belongs to him. What begins as a cold arrangement turns molten when obsession blurs the lines between punishment and pleasure. Damien is dominant, controlling, and never lets anyone close — until Calla. Her fire draws him in. Her silence speaks to the war inside him. And when she starts craving his control, he gives it… without mercy. But someone in the house is lying. Someone wants her gone. And Calla’s father? He’s alive. And coming. In a world of loyalty, betrayal, seduction, and control — love might be the most dangerous game of all.

He worshiped her like a goddess. She let another man make her moan. Duncan Moretti had everything—power, wealth, control. Women wanted him, men feared him. But when Aphrodite walked into his world, she didn’t want his money… she wanted his soul. And he gave it to her. Every kiss, every whispered promise, every desperate moan—he thought they meant something. He planned the perfect proposal, ready to give her forever. Until she didn’t show up. Until she arrived hours late—smiling like she hadn’t just crushed him. Until a man walked in uninvited, laughing, calling her home. And when Duncan followed her, broken and burning, he saw it all with his own eyes—Aphrodite naked under another man, moaning his name like she once moaned his. Now Duncan isn’t the man who fell to his knees. He’s the man who’s rising—with revenge in his blood and nothing left to lose. She wanted to be worshiped? He’ll make sure she remembers exactly how it feels.

The Velvet Pact In the golden shadow of forbidden salons, Eva, poor and invisible, unwittingly attracts the gaze of two predators. Sasha and Niko Volkov, twins of breathtaking beauty and heirs to a ruthless empire, see in her the perfect prey for a perverse game. Their offer is not a mere transaction, but a corrupted pact sealed in velvet and money: an obscene fortune in exchange for her innocence. But the price is darker than it seems. She must give herself to one of the brothers, body and soul, under the possessive and burning gaze of the other. What begins as a sale becomes a dizzying fall into the depths of desire and jealousy. Trapped in this forbidden triangle, Eva discovers that her body can be a weapon and that submission can hide an unsuspected power. In this labyrinth of pleasure and domination, the true trial will not be to choose her master, but to survive the consuming obsession she ignites in them… and in herself.