Elite Supreme

"Stop fucking saying shit. Just shut your whore mouth and take it," I snapped at her, frantically humping away at her cunt, anxiously waiting to stop feeling like fucking her was life and death. Get away from her. So weak. But so damn good. The compulsion to keep going was devastating. "Can't. Fucking. Breathe," she struggled to say, completely winded and defenseless against my cock ripping her in half. "Harder," she screamed a moment later anyway. ### Olivia Hunter is billionaire tycoon Will Hunter's sister AKA the life of any party. She thinks stoic Harmon Chancellor, new COO of Hunter Industries, is the sexiest man alive. They flirt, he's protected and taken care of her for ten years, but Harmon is always clear. She is Will's baby sister. He is never fucking her. After a break up with his one year girlfriend, they get wasted and naked together. Harmon says it was a mistake. Olivia doesn't believe in mistakes. Harmon plans to flee in an attempt to savage their friendship, leaving her behind for a business trip. He is to single-handedly manage Cupid’s Cove, Will's private island that hosts one hundred elite and famous guests annually. At the last second, Olivia asks to tag along. In one night Olivia went from having an innocent crush to territorial. Obsessed. Unhinged. With his new job and his friendship with both Hunters on the line, Harmon can't afford to let the spoiled princess have her way. They don't really know him. It is just a matter of time before his past comes knocking. He's not safe for her. The apple of his eye. Practically his baby sister too. How does he stop her from tagging along without telling his best friend he fucked her? She falls first... He falls harder.

Every 25 years, a human from one of the five elite dynasties must marry into one of the five vampire houses to keep the peace of the Accord, a treaty between the ten families. Now it’s Margot’s turn to marry except she’s taking her dead sister’s place to marry the King of all vampires. Preserving the peace and producing a Crimsonborn is her duty, but she was groomed for society, not submission. Her immortal husband to be is not only the vampire king, Nathaniel Blackwell, but a calculating man who doesn’t want or need a wife. Or so he claims. Both bound their duty, their attraction is challenged by the pressures of the court, the mysterious death of Margot’s sister, and the gilded cage of their marriage. In their word, peace is dependent on blood and contracts, love might be the very thing that tears it all apart.

My fiancee fell in love with a broke student she's been sponsoring. She insists on breaking off our engagement no matter what. She turns a deaf ear to all the advice friends and family give her. My father gets so worked up that his blood pressure skyrockets. Meanwhile, my mother comes close to fainting and almost ends up in the hospital. My family becomes a laughingstock among the elite overnight. But no one realizes that we're already discussing countermeasures. My mother pulls out her phone. "Why don't we set you up with the most beautiful woman in Seabrook?" My father says coldly, "End the partnership. Cut off the one-billion-dollar support fees to her family." My lips curl into a smile. "Mind if I handle both myself?"