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He gave her pussy lips one last, long stroke, and then he moved one finger to her slick channel. He probed it carefully, moved in an inch, paused. When she whimpered and thrust her hips up, he slid in deeper, waited again. Good God, she was wet, and warm, and tight. She was perfect, and she was all his. When she opened her eyes and stared up at him, silently begging and pleading, that was when he added a second finger and slid home. Her whole body jerked in reaction, and both her cry and her eyes were wild. Fuck, yeah, his little hellcat was back – and he hoped he had the scratches to prove it later. **** Eight months ago, Warren “Derby” Kane took one wrong turn, and ended up trapped inside the Fallen Angels MC. Patched in, owned by the club president, and racing toward a dead end, Warren knows his life is already forfeit. What he doesn’t know is that the road he’s on is about to lead him to the one woman who could make it worth living... if she doesn’t hate him first. Six years ago, Shaylene Alcott clawed her way out of the Highway Hellions. So when she’s kidnapped by the Fallen Angels and locked in a remote cabin with Warren, her worst nightmare comes true. He’s everything she despises… or so she tells herself. Stranded together, Warren and Shay discover shared scars, shared rage, and one impossible truth: for the first time, they have a choice. Freedom. Each other. But choosing love means running forever – and the Fallen Angels don’t forgive. When the past comes hunting, will love be enough to keep them alive?

What will happen when the twenty-years-old captivating Cinderella, Ameera Ebid, who lives with her drug addicted stepmother and debauched stepbrother in Damascus, Syria meets not a Prince but a cold, heartless white-collar Mafia, Haider, who has the whole city of Mexico wrapped around his finger ? Character Description - Ameera Ebid - A twenty-years-old perplexing girl who becomes a victim to a conspiracy and is sold away from Damascus, Syria to Oakland, California by her own stepmother and brother to a Mafia. While saving her life from the same mafia, Ameera meets Haider, whom she falls in love with at first sight. The Haider - A twenty-four-years-old cold, heartless white-collar Mafia, who has the whole city of Mexico wrapped around his finger, falls in love with Ameera while trying to save her from the human traffickers. Unaware that the people from whom he is saving this strange girl, Ameera are the biggest rivals of Haider. Kabir Castillo - A twenty-two-years-old gracious, benevolent and impenetrable boy falls in love at first sight with Ameera during a trip to Syria. Later on he learns of the evil intentions of Ameera's stepmother and step brother so he decides to take away Ameera from her evil stepmother and wicked stepbrother but before Kabir could execute his plan, Ameera's stepmother and step brother sell her to a Mafia, Casper Aguilar, who is the biggest rival of Kabir's elder brother, Haider Casper Aguilar - A twenty-four-years-old vicious and ruthless Mafia who is the biggest Casanova of Oakland, California. Ameera is not his love interest but he has bought Ameera and other girls like her to satisfy his lust first and then trafficking these girls, meanwhile, Casper learns that his biggest rival and mafia foe is worried for Ameera, which Casper plans to take advantage of.

“I missed this….fuck” he muttered in my mouth, still kissing me. He didn't touch me roughly. His hands were deliberate and unhurried, like he had decided exactly what he was going to do and the only thing left was the doing of it. He tilted my chin up with one finger and looked at me with certainty, like he owned me. "Niko….." My voice came out too thin. ----- Arianna ran from Nikolai Voss five years ago and never looked back. She built a quiet life, a new name, and a secret she'd die to protect. But Nikolai found her. And he's done waiting. He's powerful, merciless, and he wants to collect every debt she owes him — starting tonight.

Blurb: I'm pregnant for you Mr Zanders," I said and watched as he matched towards me, gripping my neck and lifting me upwards to the wall, his eyes blazed like a burning inferno as his grip tightened further,cutting me short of breath. " This cannot be my child, why? Because I'm impotent," he said and threw me across the room. When Aretha Ames, a young undergraduate of Zanders University, has a nightstand with Zanders Ares, she gets pregnant from their nightstand months later when she goes to tell him about it, from the fear of being sent out by the only family she has, she is met with the indifferent Zander who tells her it's impossible that she's pregnant for him because he's impotent. He sends her away with a billion dollars and tells her to never appear in from of him again. What happens when years later, Zanders sees the kids and sees the unexplainable resemblance to him? Does he claim them back and does Aretha agree to come back and let him take the kids as his?

"Do not tell this to your mother or your stepfather. Do you understand?" He pointed his finger at me, emphasizing his words. I retorted loudly, "What if I do? Are you trying to threaten me?" "Yes, I am," he said with his eyebrow raised. "I am threatening you, and my threats are real and dangerous, dear stepsister," he stated and then leaned in to add sharply, "A tip for later: take my threats seriously," ..... When Sarah's mother marries a billionaire, they move into his opulent residence, where Sarah encounters her stepbrother who turns out to be her first crush, but also a person with a dark and malevolent mindset. Will Sarah's feelings for her stepbrother evolve into a toxic tale? Will their romance be filled with passion and love, or will it lead to something painful and agonizing?

Megan Blanc expected her bachelorette celebration to end with laughter, hangovers, and regretful memories. What she never imagined was waking up in a stranger’s bed with a ring on her finger and a marriage certificate binding her to a man she couldn’t even remember meeting. Shaken and desperate to move on, Megan convinces herself it was nothing more than a reckless mistake. One night. One stranger. A secret she would bury forever. Especially since she was about to marry Clark Sinclair, the man she had loved and chosen. But fate had other plans. On the day she was supposed to become Clark’s wife, Megan comes face to face with the truth she tried to erase. The man she spent that night with wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Clinton Sinclair, Clark’s older brother.

Lennox never meant to lie. But when her college reunion turned into a smug parade of successful husbands and million-dollar engagement rings, the words tumbled out before she could stop them. She was engaged. And when they demanded a name, the only one that came to mind was her billionaire best friend of five years. Ashford Winslow. Cornered, tipsy, and spiraling, Lennox did the only thing she could think of, she called him for backup. An hour later, Ashford strolled into the reunion like he owned the room, a custom million-dollar ring in his pocket and a possessive glint in his eyes. He slid the ring onto her finger with a charming smile. “Baby, you forgot your engagement ring, so I thought I’d bring it to you, and let everyone know who you belong to.”

This was the sixth time Dante Falcone had slammed that damned divorce agreement down in front of me, forcing me to sign. This time, I did not resist. He set down the pen. In that instant, a suffocating silence filled the room. His deep brown eyes locked onto me, sharp and probing, as if he were trying to see straight through my soul. "Why so obedient this time, Sofia? Or are you planning another trick? Don't forget who you are. Mrs. Falcone." I removed the ruby ring that symbolized the mistress of the family, the one he had placed on my finger when he proposed to me in Sicily. I set it gently on the desk, a surface stained with both blood and money. My voice was calm, lifeless. "No, Dante. I'm just... tired. Your world is too loud."

A gasp escapes me as my back hits the wood, and hands grab mine, pinning them high above my head, forcing me to look straight into the face I’ve tried so hard to forget. Kai. His scent filled my senses, spicy and dangerous and so damn soothing. His gaze burned into my skin and the amount of fury in them almost made me shiver. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap. He leans in, voice low and venomous. “You like cuddling up in another man’s arms, Virelle?” “Excuse me?” I hissed. “Ric is my mate. I can do whatever the hell I want.” His jaw clenches as his nostrils flares. “You think he can please you?” I glare at him, ignoring the heat pooling low in my belly. “Yes, I do, because he’s my mate and I can do whatever I want, I don’t owe you anything.” “Bullshit,” he growls and before I could blink, his lips crash against mine…hard. His lips are rough and angry, his teeth grazing mine with his tongue forcing its way in, like he’s trying to claim what he threw away. My mind is screaming at me to shove him off, but my body is traitorous and trembling, and is already responding. I could feel Nyzarelle howling in delight, as I clutched to him for dear life. I'd never felt like this with Ric A moan slips from my mouth but is swallowed by his tongue as his hand grips my thigh, trailing up until I feel them on my folds. He massaged my folds roughly, before stuffing his hands into my panties and pooling a finger into me. My back aches as he finger fucks me angrily, not giving space to catch my breathe.

Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr Stranger. **** "Now you'll just follow my command." As he told me, I nodded my head meekly, sitting on the desk. "Professor wants his favourite student to stand up and come to him." As he commanded, I stood up and sauntered to him. My heartbeat is accelerating with every step which I'm taking toward him. "Now remove your top for your professor, my favourite student." As he ordered, I flushed, moving my eyelashes down. "Do it fast, Princess. I'm waiting." As he spoke, I moved my eyes up at him shyly. He pointed his finger at my top. I held the hem of my green top and pulled it over my head, gazing at his handsome face sheepishly. "Now give it to me." As he said, I instantly gave my top to him, and he inhaled my scent from the top, closing his eyes. "Your scent is exquisite, Princess." He whispered after opening his eyes. He kept my top on the table. "Now this." He pointed his finger at my bra, asking me take it off. I blushed hard before taking my hands behind and unlocking it. This is really increasing my excitement. As I removed it, he moved his eyes down at my twins and then up at me. "You're really beautiful, Princess." He complimented me, touching my heart. He pulled out his hand, and I gave my bra to him. Then like this, I pulled out my jeans and undies too and gave them to him. This is arousing my desires more. He is gazing at my body like he's gazing at the stars. "I like you like this. You are so beautiful, Princess. For me, your body is perfect from every corner." I smiled at him.