Festering Bloody Finger

“Who would have thought goody two shoes Tatiana Olivera is a nasty sl*t who fantasies about f*ck*ng her step brother?” Hasan continues his teasing. He inserts in middle finger in my mouth and I greedily s*ck on it, picturing it to be his c*ck. Hasan’s mouth parts open, his brows cresting as he watches me s*ck his middle finger like a kid sucking on a candy cane. I frowned when he pulled out his middle finger. He grabs my chin with a fierceness that sent me on edge. “Open your mouth.” He orders and I obey. He takes in a deep breath as though calming himself and before I knew it, hot liquid drops into my mouth. Did.. did he just spit in my mouth? It tastes divine. It tastes like him. And I want more. “Swallow.” I meet his gaze as I gulp down his saliva. A proud smile appears on his face. “There’s my good little sl*t.” ***** I hate Hasan Olivera. I can’t stand him. The way he walks into the room like he owns the place, the smug smirk that says he already knows what I am thinking. He’s insufferably cocky, sharp-tongued, insanely hot and fully aware of it. And those eyes? Dark, knowing, endlessly amused by the fact that, no matter how much I pretend otherwise, I’m completely drawn to him. I want him to f*ck me. I want him to claim me. I want him to be mine because I belong to him. But he's my step brother. And I hate my step brother. -------

WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!! A devastated lady went to a bar to drink away her pains after she caught her fiance and her bestie on the bed. At that moment of her being drunk, she mistakenly took a tycoon CEO as a host to attend to her needs. Under the desperation to get away from her pains on what her fiance did to her. She had a hot night with the strange man under the influence of the she took. Just one night that change her life forever. What happens, when the stranger she thought to be a host want more than just a night with her. "I want him!"She squealed, pointing a well manicured finger to the god of a man. There were gasps in the room as everyone gawked at the woman who dared to point a finger at the stranger. She obviously didn't know who he was, other wise, she wouldn't have dared to alter the words that came out of her mouth. "I said, I want him!" She repeated even louder than before. "Madam, I think you should sit down and continue your drink. You're digging your own grave!" The waiter whispered. "Oh shut the up! I want him and I will get him!" She screamed again, ignoring the waiter's warning. Her loud voice finally got the attention of the mysterious man. He looked around him and noticed that the beautiful drunk woman was indeed pointing at him. "I said I want him! He is the host!" She was saying. A wicked smirk curled up the mysterious man's lips as he observed Aria. She would make a good meal for the night. "Go bring get me that woman." He whispered to one of his men.

Seara Louisette-fate brought her to be Luna's outcast. She was humiliated before the entire pack by Alaric Griff, an Alpha Nightshade who chose power and other women. With nowhere to turn, Seara chooses to flee to the forest and finds her destiny there. Austin Hunter Wolfe-Alpha Lycanisius is as dangerous as he is alluring. But when the ancient power in Seara's blood awakens. They realize something, Seara is not just an Omega. She is the last Ancient Healer, a sacred bloodline capable of healing, or even destruction. Now, amidst a bloody conspiracy, Seara's past grudge against Austin for the tragic death of her parents, and Austin's grudge against the Nightshade Pack. As dark forces rise again, Seara and Austin must choose whether to succumb to old wounds or fight back for the future of the entire lycan world.

Aria Douglas, always liberal and explosive, finally found the fit of her shoes. She never believed that she could trust a man again until she realized that she was falling in love with that man. The one she met in a bar, the one with blonde hair that looked dyed-cropped, intense blue eyes, a hooked nose, and lips created by a bloody sex god. Samme got into her skin. And between her legs. She, who did not want to be with anyone, suddenly wanted to be with that man she barely knew. What had she seen in him? There were things she didn't understand about him and she wasn't sure she wanted to answer them either. The only thing that was absolutely clear to her was that she fell in love with a man who was a mystery and an enigma to her.

“You are the property of the Don. You belong to me, and I won’t hesitate to burn anyone who even thinks of laying a finger on you,” he murmured, his hot, husky breath brushing against my ear. My breath hitched as I feel his lips pressed against my neck. “Mine to devour,” he whispered, his voice trailing lower. “Mine alone.” •••• When Iris is sold by her grandmother, only to be auctioned and bought by the most dangerous man she’d ever laid eyes on—Damon Vyone —her world fractures. A man who kills without flinching. Now, she belongs to him. Nowhere to run. No escape. And he has no intention of letting her out of his sight.

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

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.

"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?

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."

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.