Dripping Wet

Rosalie Maxwell is the breadwinner of her ungrateful family. She does everything she can for them, pays medical bills, electricity and tends to all their needs even though they've never appreciated her. The only reason she looks forward to the daily visits to her parents house is because of her grandmother, the woman who did a better job at raising her and her brother than their own mother. Taking care of her family, taking their constant ungrateful treatments, and the insults has become a normal routine for Rosalie. But one day her whole life is up in shambles when her beloved grandmother goes missing. When Rosalie finds out that her, Grandma Mary has Alzheimer's which makes Rosalie all the more scared about what may happen to her. She has nowhere to run to. So, she goes to the only person she thinks can help her. Her boss, and the man that seems to inherit space in all of her wet dreams, Nicholas Sinclair. Philanthropist, Most handsome man three times in a row on the cover of Rayview Magazine. Rosalie is ready to do anything if it means getting her grandmother back. She'll take on extra hours, whatever it takes! But what happens when Mr Sinclair wants something far different from extra hours at work? What will she do when her boss tells her what he wants? He wants, Rosie.

R18+ “Fuck off, Azrael!” I snapped despite the crippling fear coiling tightly in my gut. “So you're a mouthy brat with me but a wet mouse with the others?” Those cold, green eyes narrowed. “I'm the one you should be afraid of, Saphielle, me. You do not know what I'm capable of.” ~ ~ ~ Everyone dreams of getting into ‘Velmorne Academy’ but it was an exclusive college to only the Elites. Only those at the top, you know, the 1% kind of rich? Yeah, exactly. So when I got accepted, I thought it was a miracle—It was a trap. Suddenly, the bullying started, and everyone hated me. And worst of all? Azrael, the Alpha prince, has made me his special prey. He says I belong to him and he’d do whatever it takes to make me his. It's hilarious and crazy cause he has a fiancè and I’m just a nobody. It makes no sense. He’s an arrogant asshole. And I fucking hate him. He's the bane of my existence and yet, I keep provoking him. Now I get dreams that I do not understand…they are strange, violent, terrifying—it messes with my sanity and distorts reality. And I’m convinced it has something to do with this school. And Azrael? He’s at the center of it. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~• WARNING: This book contains dark themes and content that some might find disturbing or distressing. Contents like: Bullying, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Explicit steamy scenes, Manipulation, etc…

Kyaria considered herself a normal girl, that was until her cousin/best friend talked her into staring in a music video for the band Crazy. There she was introduced to the lead guitarist Jaidyn Matthews. Since then her life has turned upside down. Jaidyn showed up at her work asking for her to come on tour with him as his "personal assistant". A job which she knows nothing about. Luckily the band's manager Brady finds out about her being a professional photographer and artist. He offers her a contract to work for them on the tour. She accepts but is not sure how she is going to deal with her attraction to Jaidyn. Jaidyn chose her for the video after seeing her in the model agency soaking wet from the rain. He knew he wanted her on tour with him and panicked and offered her a job as his "personal assistant". Brady the band's manager quickly fixes his screw-up. Now she is on tour with him and is staying on his bus. Now he isn't sure what to do. Stuff happens and feelings are misunderstood. Now Jaidyn has to fix two problems. One Kyaria thinks Jaidyn isn't attracted and tries to move to stay on the bus with the assistant manager Gabby. Two Jaidyn's ex-girlfriend shows up trying to rekindle their relationship, which he isn't interested in. Kyaria walks in on something and mistakes the situation. How is Jaidyn going to fix this mess?

“S..top! I don’t want anything to do with you.” She stuttered out in a fluster once he backed her into the wall. “Oh! Is that so, little Nymph!” The nickname sent shivers down her spine as it brought back emotions she so desperately wanted to forget. She bit her lips to regain her clarity and then sent a kick towards his crotch. He had expected it though so he caught her leg with a smirk and then his hand began to climb up her thighs. She gasped clearly not expecting that. “ You might not want anything to do with me but your body does. And it is so truthful in showing it.” He sniffed at the air “ I can smell how wet you are for me.” Almyra found herself married to Xavier after a one night stand gone wrong. She decided to give her all into the marriage as she grew to love him but it clearly wasn’t enough as he was never present physically nor emotionally. She finally got fed up so she gave him what she thought he wanted. Divorce papers. So, can someone explain to her why her supposed to be emotionally detached husband is suddenly clinging onto her and not letting go. He is suddenly a romantic and a tease that makes her heart beat erratically. Mr Farrell, please stop! We are divorced.

From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.

Warning: This book contains steamy, raw, and mature content. “Please, let me taste you,” Ava begged, broken and desperate—after he tortured her by forcing her to watch as he fucked that blonde. “Now, spread those thighs, sweetheart. Show me how wet that pussy already is.” Ava Sinclair Vance was once a stripper. Now she’s the wife of billionaire Leon Vance, bound by vows of forever—until his endless “business trips” left her aching and burning with unmet desire. One reckless night, she returned to Club Orion for a single pole dance. Just to feel alive again. A stranger in the shadows had other plans. What began as one lap dance exploded into a night of ruthless, filthy sex that left her utterly ruined for anyone else. She woke up wrecked, convinced it was a nameless one-night mistake she could bury and forget. Until the next morning’s business lunch with Leon’s best friend. She discovered she couldn’t escape him—not when the stranger and Leon’s best friend were the same man. And certainly not when he was the one demanding more nights… to cover up her “one little mistake.” How long can Ava stay trapped between two ruthless billionaires before one claims her completely? And what if those nights were never about silence… but about breaking her so thoroughly she begs to stay?

18+ Excessive erotic content. Readers discretion is advised. "Fuck me please" I let out another moan, the pleasure was beyond what my lips could describe, he stopped and left me hungry for more. "You like that right?" his eyes traveled up and met mine. Another devilish grin appeared on his face. Catching my breathe, he inserted two fingers inside me and I jerked immediately, I didn't see that coming. Shit! that was unexpected. Fuck me already! This is torture, thrust into me like this. My brain went wild, wanting more of him. "Your pussy is already heated up for me. It's wet... it's anticipating me" he grinned and continued to professionally move in and out of my wet pussy. "Ahhh...B-r-a-n-d-e-n...please!" I moaned softly and he released his fingers out of my pussy. * * * * * * * Getting a scholarship in Clifield University in Georgia, Diana, a bright medical student falls inlove with her billionaire department sponsor; Branden. But unfortunately, Branden shows less emotions to Diana while his brother; Sylvester falls for Diana instead. This leads to a love triangle evolving especially as Braden realizes he has feelings for Diana. When Diana finally feels that all is falling in place for her and Braden, she doesn't realize that Braden holds deadly secrets of his own which is capable of shattering her entire life and everything Diana has ever believed in. In the midst of dangerous dark secrets concerning Diana's past, love becomes hate, making Branden a sworn enemy.

"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan…" "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?

"Look at you. Bent over, trembling, waiting for it. You look like you were made to take my cock, Sunshine." Sofia lived a life defined by "shoulds" and "must-nots," bound by the strict doctrines of her religious family. Her world was a gilded cage, safe but stifling, where every breath was measured against expectations that left her soul aching for a release she didn't dare name. Then she met Luca De Rossi. A name whispered on the streets, he is a man carved from danger, power, and forbidden allure. He belonged to a world her family preached against—a world of illicit deals and ruthless loyalty. She should have run. She wanted to run. But Luca didn't give her the choice. He dragged her into his world stripping away her modesty. He taught her that fear is an aphrodisiac. He put a gun in her hand and his name on her skin. He took the shy, obedient girl and turned her into a woman who craves the sting of his palm and the weight of his possession. Now, caught between sacred duty and carnal obsession, Sofia must choose. Cling to the life that suffocates her, or surrender to the darkness that promises both ruin and exquisite, dangerous ecstasy. "You don't need to think, Sofia. You just need to open your mouth when I tell you to, and spread your legs when I walk in the room. You’re just a beautiful, wet place for me to sin." SIN WITH ME, SUNSHINE

HIGHLY RATED(18+) Author's warnings: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT, ABUSE, ILLEGAL ACTIONS AND DEATH. IF YOU CANT WITHSTAND ANY OF THIS MENTIONED ABOVE, KINDLY PASS BECAUSE IT'S NOT FOR SOFT-HEARTED. ------------------------------ "I own this hotel, so don't ask. But I did enjoy your moan last night, and you will be rewarded for putting up with my brother that night." Leonardo stated, placing one hand on the wall and leaning down to her eye level. "What do you want from me?" Isabella's voice quivered with fear as she inquired. "Isn't it obvious Isabella?" he asked before continuing. "Your pussy plumpkin," he stated confidently. "What more can I request, if not for those wet, silky partings right between your thighs?" He smirked, sending a chill down her spine. He leans close to her face, just an inch away. “Can you be able to give that to me, plumpkin?" He asked cockily, staring at her with hunger, as if he yearned for her intensely. Of course, his whole body system was burning for her, but despite his overwhelming desire, he restrained himself, maintaining boundaries cause he wouldn’t want to forcefully take advantage of her. He aimed to make her crave him and beg to have him, and once he had her beneath him, with his cock thrusting deep into her sweet, tiny little hole, he would make sure to dominate her completely, breaking her and leaving her shattered at his will.