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The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

" I told her. She was quiet until I heard her getting in her pant pocket. I heard the ding of the keys. She put the keys in her hand in front of my face. I saw the keys dangling back and forth. I grabbed them out of her hand. I put them up to her door. I got the key to unlock her door. We walked in the front door. I turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I walked across the room. I saw a lot of books on her bed. I looked around I saw a lot of beds, as we have over at the football camp. They like to have twelve bunk beds, but we have fifteen bunk beds. I didn’t have to look for her bed; I already knew where she was. I saw a pink and red blanket that has books on it. But one book stuck

Daddy’s Little Captive by Loki Renard Chapter One Marina The first moment I laid eyes on Dominic Leone, I fell in love. He strolled through the doors toward the end of my shift. Tuesday. 9:58 p.m. Just when we were about to close up for the night. Usually when customers come in that late I fantasize about doing very nasty things to them, but he smiled at me with those full Mediterranean lips, and I melted.

I cried out, hips bucking hard. “Oh fuck—Dom!” He growled and wrapped his strong arms around my thighs, holding me down firmly as he sealed his mouth over my pussy. He began sucking my clit and my hips bucked violently off the bed. The sudden intense suction on my swollen, oversensitive clit made me cry out sharply, my hands flying down to grip his dark hair. Dominic growled against my pussy, the deep vibration shooting straight through my core as he wrapped his powerful arms around my thighs, pinning me down firmly to the mattress so I couldn’t escape the overwhelming pleasure.

What started as a one-night stand unraveled into a life I never could have predicted. A world of dark desires, power struggles, and hidden identities. A world where my men were the Alphas, and I, their little brat. Julian Hartford, the man I had fallen for despite swearing I’d never love any human again was more than just captivating. Technically he was a werewolf. Maybe that was what made him so irresistible. His touch always set my skin ablaze, leaving me craving more with every encounter. But he wasn’t the only Hartford who had control over my heart, body, and soul. His identical twin brother, Henri, who was my professor also became a new temptation in my life. Julian was a Soft Dom, and

~ ANASTASIA ~ That day was the first time we would have sex. But it wasn't the last. The other day, Damein bent me over the counter and fucked me until I cried. There was a day he fucked me with my face pressed against the wall to wall window, overlooking the city while I fear that no one would catch a sight of me getting railed from behind. So many scenarios I'd forgotten in the span of eight days. And now? I'm tired!

“Love you too, and I’ll be back in a couple of weeks.” A damned building falling on my head would have been less of a mindfuck. She was so damn sweet and so incredibly responsive. I couldn’t stand it. I’d only spent a day with her, but I missed my Dove the second I contemplated never seeing her again. Why was she upset? She’d just had incredible sex and talked to her partner. Was guilt eating her? Why did her eyes look so broken coming out of her room? Why did I care? I would not be played again. I would not be used and walked over. I may have been a Dom in the bedroom, but everywhere else I was an Italian boy and a complete submissive to my women.

That's just to name a few. Once again, my cock throbbed as I read her list. Especially the anal part. My late wife never let me near her ass, but it had always intrigued me. So, I typed back. SubMan40: I like everything on your list. However, in efforts to be honest, I should tell you that all of my experience is purely online. I have never done anything with a domme in person. YoungDomme: That's okay, my submissive. I'll help you grow into the perfect little fuck toy for me. Where are you from?

This Chapter is R-18. Friendly reminder, this book is dark romance but it’ll get better and again, this a work of fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Lianna Black~ Suddenly, my senses were fully awake from his notion. I gulped hard; I was still sore from the orgasms he gave me on Santa Barbara and on the jet. From my observation before, I knew Ace was dominant, that he craves control in everything he does. It isn’t a wonder that he also loves to dominate the bedroom.