Crowd Pleaser

★★★ This captivating work comprises of twenty–one steaming, exceptional erotic stories. They are all billionaire stories, extremely fantasizing from first time encounters, and sensual. The first story if a POV of a young, sexy, naive and well–curved girl; who fell in love with a billionare unexpectedly in a pub. Their first encounter turns out lustful. She wasn't expecting it to be so quick since she thought the man she saw back there was calm, straightforward and arrogant. However she was wrong, he was handsome, romantic and charming from another view. The second short story is about a young lady–Avah Hall and her Boss–John. They are working at the same company, and secretly admired one another. Their scene is created at a company's party. Avah is always scared of John and doesn't all she could to avoid getting into his ways. Unfortunately, John notices how she secretly looked for his position at the party. Despite being crowd by other girl, who are his admirers, he makes his way to meet her. After chatting for a while about the party, John takes her to his apartment, putting up an excuse that the party was boring. The make some thrilling memories there. Third story is such a passionate encounter of threesome Billionaires into a skinny, romantic girl–Arlene. She's in love with yoga and her husband helped her captive that desire. Unfortunately, Arlene and her husband have an unexpected divorce. After a few months, he invites her for a dinner, sending her some new clothes to fit in. In the restaurant, Arlene finds her ex–husband with two of his friends. Another story is about an Arabian Slut Slave–Lily. She's one of the best romantic dancer across the world and is under control of Sultan Armed–a billionaire in the city. She's his sex slave.

'Let go of me Asher.' I yelled at him trying to escape from his steel like grip. 'No Myla, I'll never let go of you, not now, not ever. I love you Myla, can't you see that?' I stared at him shocked at his confession. I dreaded this moment all my life yet it was happening and I'm not sure how I would be able to escape this time. I clenched my fist. I have to do this, I have to let him go. 'I'm not your mate Asher. You have a mate out there waiting for you to find her.' He swallowed hard and for a moment I thought that he was going to say something but then changes his mind, instead, he pulls me by the hand and leads me away from the crowd to his room. Myla craved nothing but revenge to an extent where she was willing to die as long as she achieve it, well not until she met the her beloved, Asher. though she can only love him in secret as she knows that her life was a curse to her and the and the people around and she'd die anyways. But what happens when he stares at her with affection, adoration and...love? And then he says, 'I love you Myla, and I want nothing else in this world other than to have you, your heart, body and soul.' She whimpered biting her lips...

I dated Jacob, my Alpha, for five years. Yet on the day of our marking ceremony, he marked another she-wolf behind my back. “Molly is pregnant with my pup, your new heir!” Jacob proudly announced the news. Everyone cheered for them. I stood in the crowd and ignored the challenging look Molly gave me. When the ceremony was about to end, I turned around numbly. I knew that I was unnecessary here, so I went back to the house I shared with Jacob and packed up to leave. I had joined Jacob’s pack because I loved him. Since he no longer felt the same, it was time for me to leave.

I could hear everything, even with my poor vision. I could hear their horrified gasps and the curses they rained on me. ‘She’s a murderer!’ ‘A pack slut and now a murderer! She needs to leave! We can’t live in fear in our own pack!’ Their curses overshadowed my pleas. This isn’t me—I don’t kill. I would never kill one of my own. I staggered toward where Killain stood—he was shocked. He agreed with them. “Please help me, Killain,” I begged, but he only stared. “You have brought shame to this pack, Samantha,” Killain began. “Tonight was an amazing day—a celebration for the Blood Rose Pack. You give me no choice…” “No, no, please don’t do this to me again. I’m hurt, I’m hurt…please help—” “I, Killain Black, Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack, banish you, Samantha Forbes, from the Blood Rose Pack. You have done nothing but bring shame and disgrace to this pack, and from now on, you will not be associated with Blood Rose.” The pain wasn’t torture—my mate rejecting and banishing me on the same night was torture. I fell to the ground and clutched his robe. “Please, don’t chase me away.” The guards dragged me out of the crowd and deeper into the woods. “This is where you belong! Disgrace!” They dropped me roughly and left. I staggered and tried to get up with the little strength I had left. My eyes landed on the red stain flooding the front of my dress. No, please. My stomach twisted, and I screamed in pain. My babies—not my babies, please. I can’t lose them—they’re the only thing I have left. I need to live. I can’t die—after everything.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

“I didn’t kill her,” Neo yelled at the top of his voice. Struggling to free himself from the grips of the two hefty-looking police officers, “You’d better keep your mouth shut,” one of the two police officers fired back as they dragged him out of the building. Despite being caught in the act, how is he still insisting on his innocence?” the other police officers said in disbelief. “I know, right? I think he needs to be checked,” the first police officer replied. Neo frowned as the police officers pulled him past the small crowd that had gathered in front of the house into the police van. “If she had just obeyed me without trying to act smart, none of this would have happened,” Neo said to himself silently.

My eyes spontaneously moved to wander at the woman who looked so different compared to the other women. She's not that tall like the other young ones, I can see her good physique, slim, voluptuous and matured body like the models I see from magazines and televisions. The woman has a white and silky skin, long and black spiral curls hair that almost extended past to her waist. Nangingibabaw siya kumpara sa iba, nangingibabaw ang kulay ng balat niya, lalong lalo na ang kaniyang itsura kahit pa mayroong takip na face veil ang kalahati ng kaniyang mukha. I turned to a gay and motioned for him to come over to me. "Yes, Mr. Elizondo? How can I help you?" I pointed the woman before. "I want her." Tiningnan niya ang itinuro ko, nakita ko ang pangamba sa kaniyang mukha. "S-Si... Ana, sir...?" "Ana..." I mumbled. Such an angelic name but that body is wanting me to make a goddamn sin. "Yes, I want her. Maibibigay mo ba?" "I'm so sorry, sir. But you need to wait until the auction starts. And it is strictly forbidden to bring our women with—" "Who's her owner?" "Her Auntie, sir. Hawak siya ng Auntie niya at mukhang pinahihinog pa." "I'll talk to her," I uttered and searched for the woman again. She's looking at the crowd with her innocent eyes, with the sudden burst of her tears, the woman possessed with seducing regard. "I want her," pag uulit ko, mas mariin. "Ana..."

Rosalia's world shattered the day her family was hanged for treason. She could still hear the snap of the ropes, the gasps of the crowd, and the queen’s satisfied smile as her father, mother, and siblings were left dangling lifeless in the square. She hadn’t even had time to grieve before they claimed her. Sold like property to the very family that had condemned them. Thrown into the vipers’ den, Rosalia knows her life is forfeit. The queen despises her, whispering promises of the noose that will one day wrap around her neck. But her fate takes a darker turn when the crown prince, Damien Vipont, takes her under his wing. Not out of kindness, but to claim her as his plaything. Damien is cold, cruel, and relentless. He demands her obedience, taunts her weakness, and leaves her trembling under his touch. To him, she is a pawn to ruin, a conquest to own. But Rosalia burns with a will to survive and a hunger for vengeance against the family that stole everything from her. Trapped in the prince’s grasp, Rosalia walks the fine line between defiance and submission, knowing that one wrong step could cost her everything. Yet the fire between them is impossible to ignore—a dangerous, destructive force that threatens to consume them both. She hates him. She needs him. But most of all, she plans to destroy him. If he does not do it first

She told one little lie… and it changed everything. When Alina catches her longtime boyfriend cheating with her own stepsister, no less—humiliation isn't even the half of it. In a desperate moment of pride and pain, she lies. Boldly. Recklessly. “I wasn’t that faithful either,” she says. “I’ve been seeing someone too… Aiden Blackwood.” It’s a name that stops everyone cold. Only problem? She doesn't know him. Not even a little. What was supposed to be a petty lie to save face spirals out of control when she's expected to prove her relationship with the elusive, powerful, and notoriously untouchable billionaire, Aiden Blackwood. Just when she’s about to be publicly shamed, the crowd parts, and the man himself shows up. With a smirk that melts every doubt, he wraps an arm around her waist, and lean in close; “Hey, wifey, did I keep you waiting too long?”

Jamie Williams, the wealthy and popular college playboy, was infamous for his charm with the ladies. But when he met Julia Watson, the new girl, everything changed. Little did Julia know, her decision to get involved with the wrong crowd would set off a series of events she never saw coming.