Feet Worship

"Let me drill this into your head 'cause it seems you're daydreaming," his hand collared her throat tight enough to leave her struggling and kicking her feet to be set free. Tears leaked from her eyes as she fought against his grip. "You're not my Queen, you're not my mate and not my Luna. You're my fucking toy; to hold and to fuck, till you're broken beyond repair and then I decide whether or not to toss you aside," he growled coldly and I shivered from the paralyzing fear of his predatory eyes. "B-But..." She sobbed with nothin else to say. **** He was right. She was nothing more than a toy She was always hated by her father and her stepmom, all cause of the old believe she killed her mom. Her father couldn't pay the debt he owed the most hated pack so his daughter was used to pay the debt. Her life was scattered into pieces which made her almost lost hope on life . She wasn't his wife or queen but just his breeder. Her life was already getting worst by each session and time staying in the dangerous pack of decite and hatred. What would she do now she can't run away from the man who bought her and became her mate?

"I am not foolish. I AM NOT FUCKING FOOLISH!" He yelled, picking her up by her hand. "Get out of my house. I no longer love you. I have found a replacement for you and we will get married as soon as possible" He tossed her outside the house. "Antonio please. Listen to me, I beg you. Where do you expect me to go from here? You know my parents... Just please" Melissa crawled to his feet once more, ignoring the bruise she had on her knee. Too bad, Antonio's mind was made up. **** She striked back. Stronger than before. Melissa was forcefully thrown out of her husband's house for something she didn't do. Melissa never knew a day would come where she would get to be on top of her husband, as she was currently holding a top position in her husband's company. Maybe Karma is a b*tch after all. Antonio, on the other hand had realized his mistake and would stop at nothing until he got her back in his arms. He didn't care if she was the boss over him, all he wanted was his wife back but it wasn't that simple. It was almost impossible. Especially when the dark secrets and truths began to explode one by one.

Carmen wanted to meet the man who took away her innocence and broke her heart into pieces for the last time and move on with her life as there was nothing left in between them but when she returned he trapped her without her knowledge..... My heart was beating fiercely and painfully as I was beginning to shake, his closeness was so overwhelming. When he lay on the he had been somehow vulnerable. The powerful muscle strength of his lean body less obvious but now he was on his feet again and although he still looked very pale he was very strong. The tight black curls were no longer able to give a touch of appeal to his tired face. His physical mental arrogance saw that. His arrogance made me back away like a frightened animal. “You have no right me to ask me questions and I'm not answering them.” I flung at him. “Why did you lie to him? I am no longer your wife anymore it’s just in papers and I just came back to set you free so that we won’t bother each other again. I will tell him about it myself and clarify his misunderstanding. Marc smiled grimly. “I know you will not.” he said taking my arms in one hand, his fingers pressing down into my flash. “Don’t you ever forget Carmen that you are my Legal wife.”

Aqua Lannister believed in loving wholeheartedly, and she showered her affections on her mate, giving him everything—her heart, her trust, her body, even her unborn child. She sacrificed her future to help him achieve his dreams, providing him with support, dedication, and funding. Yet what did she get in return? Cold-hearted betrayal. Aqua comes home to find her mate and fiancé in the arms of her stepmother. Everything she believed in unraveled before her eyes, and one fall down a flight of stairs stole the life of her baby, leaving Aqua alone, broken, and bleeding. But the worst had yet to come. To add salt to her wounds, Aqua comes to know that her mate never loved her, and everything they had shared was just a calculated revenge plan. One that was born from a grudge against her late mother, whose past has left shadows that reach into Aqua’s life. Disowned by the father she once trusted, poisoned by her stepmother, and hunted by enemies she doesn’t yet understand, Aqua is left with nothing but her pain and fury. So what happens when a mysterious masked biker steps into her life, offering to help her back to her feet? As Aqua is thrown into a world where deception thrives and bikes roar louder than the truth, will she risk trusting again, or let the past define her forever?

warning ⚠️ mature content. only for 18+ "You can take my body by force, Aron Fringe, but you'll never be able to gain my soul." "I'm not interested in your soul. Miss Grace, please slake my lustful appetite." He tied a rope around my hands and feet and sealed my lips with his before I could attempt to stop him. Words like "love" and "emotions" don't make any sense to him, and he has only one strong feeling in his life: lust. This is the first thing that 28-year-old billionaire Aron Fringe thinks of whenever he lays eyes on a woman anywhere in the world. When he's not busy overseeing a multibillion-dollar company, he enjoys indulging his libidinal desires. After reading the articles in the 18+ magazine, he gets so enamored with the author that his world comes to a complete stop. As a result, he finds it difficult to quench his thirst for other women. He thinks his life will be perfect if he can just track down the magazine's mystery author and try out the fantastical experience he read about, but then he meets Sara Grace. How emotionally Sara and sex offender Aron Fring will interact? Will Aron and Sara fall in love, leading Aron to see that there are other emotions outside lust, or will Sara develop a sex addiction similar to Aron Fringe? Find out who will prevail in this conflict between love and lust by immersing yourself in the story.

From the time I could count coins, my parents hammered one lesson home—if a boy did not start saving young, he would never have enough to win himself a wife. They opened a bank account in my name, vowing that money would only ever flow in, never out. And so, every birthday bill and crumpled allowance found a home in that card. I kept funneling every hard-earned paycheck into that same old account even after I moved to the city to chase my own future. At that point, that habit was done more out of reflex than reason. However, I was blindsided by acute kidney failure after years of working myself to the bone. Suddenly, that money was not just savings—it was my lifeline. My dad's voice trembled on the phone. He claimed he had forgotten the password and urged me to just take out an online loan for now. I hauled myself to the bank, my feet still shaky from my dialysis treatment. I clutched my ID, determined to file a loss report and reset the password myself. The teller's words froze me in place. "Sir, this account was emptied six months ago." Panic surged through me. I demanded a full printout of every transaction. The statement of the most recent transfer glared up at me from the paper, stating, "Wedding fund for our precious daughter, Natalia Callahan, plus the down payment for her luxury car."

When my mother falls gravely ill, my husband, who has asthenospermia, promises to help me think of something. So, I give him all my savings. Despite being pregnant, I get a part-time job doing DoorDash deliveries. However, I see my husband when I pass by a realtor's office. He's supposed to be hard at work like me, but he's buying a place for his childhood friend. He even has his arm around her. "That old hag thinks I only earn that little each month. Don't worry, Yvette. I only give her 10% of what I earn. The rest goes to you!" I hold back my tears and grab the hem of his shirt, wanting to borrow some money for my mother's treatment. However, he shoves me away irritably. "I give you 2000 dollars a month! Isn't that enough? Have you spent it all on useless things?" He leaves without another look back, ignoring my cries and pleas. He also kicks me, effectively murdering the child he's always dreamed of having. Later, he grovels at my feet and begs for forgiveness. It's too bad I've already given up on him. I don't want him anymore.

Thanatos walks into the room, and my world stands still. He looks like a Greek god. I can’t catch my breath. He’s almost 7 feet tall. I need to run my fingers through his golden locks that touch his beautiful face. His dark gold eyes burn into my soul. His face is full of scars and draws me in. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His muscles are bulging out of his tux. He smells like a wood fire. Like he’s going to burn my entire world down. My jaw is on the floor. My wolf is howling in my head, begging me to reach out and touch him. He pulls out a chair and sits beside my father. My sisters and I sigh in unison. What I wouldn’t give to be his seat cushion. Traded like property. Marked as a breeder. Ayesha was never meant to survive the Lycan King. But inside her stirs something ancient Stella, a demon wolf bound by blood and rage. She doesn’t obey. She doesn’t kneel. And she certainly doesn’t care that the king wants Ayesha to carry his heir. Ayesha must walk a dangerous line between survival and surrender. Because losing control doesn’t just mean death it means

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

The Luther Pack believed that the mate bond between twin sisters and twin Alphas was the greatest blessing from the Moon Goddess. Up until I was seven months pregnant, I never doubted that belief. Everything changed when I was kidnapped by the Cassa Pack, the Luther Pack’s sworn enemy. Meanwhile, my mate was busy performing a blessing ritual for the pup of his puphood sweetheart. He ignored my eighth attempt at mindlinking him and severed the connection entirely by the ninth. Kaden’s actions enraged the Cassa Pack’s Alpha, who fired rounds of silver-coated bullets into my belly. My wolf howled in agony while my unborn pup was killed instantly. The silver poison destroyed my ability to heal, and the loss of my pup drained me of all will to live. At the brink of death, my sister, Lucia, found me. In a desperate bid to save me, she crashed into my abductors and perished with them in the resulting explosion. I had no time to grieve, nor did I reach out to our mates. Silently, I erased all traces of our existence within the pack and built a grave for Lucia and me in the Dark Forest. I was dying. Once I completed this final task, I could join my sister. Even after my death, our mates assumed we were merely acting out of jealousy. They had no idea that their mates and pup were already six feet underground.