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I'm a succubus who gathers energy by clearing System missions, adept at the game of love. One day, right after completing a honey trap mission, I was sent to a SSS-level horror game at the very next second. The boss was invincible and bloodthirsty, watching coolly as other players rested in pieces before turning to the rest of us. "Now choose—how do you want to die?" While other players were wetting their pants and trying to find a loophole to survive, I picked up on something different. A handsome, powerful target beneath that cold, horrific exterior. Hence, when he reached me, I smiled enigmatically as I told him my wish. "I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I watched him pause in shock and added, "Oh, and you must do it yourself."

“Even if you aren’t a demon, you are a fucking animal,” I growl, not sure if I’m talking to Christian... or myself. He cranes his neck and studies me coyly out of the corner of his eye, as I’m bent there right over his back, erection flush against his ass cheeks… “Drop your pants already,” he orders. I shouldn’t be in love with another man, let alone a vampire. I’m an enforcer for the Family, a servant of the church that runs this whole Godforsaken country, but you can’t change how you’re wired. You can’t change who you want, even when you’re natural enemies – blood-sucking demon and baptized hunter, both bound to be killed for this transgress. Warning: This book contains explicit material, sex scenes, CT, violence, guns, and death. Read at your own discretion.

During my father's funeral, my husband pants heavily while pulling my cousin's legs around his waist in the morgue. She holds him saucily and asks, "How did it feel? I left my first time for you." He pulls her close, looking sated. "It felt mindblowing." She asks coquettishly, "When will you marry me, then?" His expression turns serious. "I can give you as much money as you want, but your cousin is the only woman who can be my wife. The company we've established together is going public soon." I record all of this. On the day the company becomes publicly listed, a video of their intimacy in the office is played on a humongous screen. Then, I sell my shares and travel around the world. That's when my ex-husband weeps and begs me to return.

“I’m—“ My breath catch as my eyes darted between the bulge in his pants and his dark stare. “I’m not interested.” I said, turning on my heels and walking towards the door. With bated breath, I hoped he’d grab me from behind as I approached the door, my chest tightening in anticipation. ……………………………………………… One drunken night. One shattered heart. One man she never planned to want. Irene Reynolds loves the thrill of the chase but the man who tempts her most, Damian Russo refuses to play along. He’s controlled. Unyielding. Off-limits in all the ways that matter. As desire dares duty and sparks fly, the question isn’t who will chase whom… It’s who will break first. And when Damian finally lets her win, will Irene be satisfied with the chase or will she want everything else he offers her after?

One night of desire at my best friend’s wedding and One man I couldn’t forget. I had expected him to be my best friend who I had a crush on for years but now, staring at the stranger in my bed made me realize how I had messed up things badly. With every heartbeat, every glance, pulls me closer to a want I shouldn’t have. “Fuck, Tim… I want to ruin every thought you have about me.” He growled, a small smile making its way to my lips as I unbuckled his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down. “Ruin me..” I said as his junior springs free from his boxers standing proud, staring at me like it just couldn’t wait for the next action. And I couldn’t either.

'I seek revenge, Daniella. Sweet, delicious revenge.'***Here's Daniella Rosecraft, the only daughter of the Rosecraft Family that owns a famous company that specializes in weddings. A self-proclaimed perfectionist, she aims to show to her mother that she can take over the business flawlessly. And yes, everything was going fine. Everything was according to her plan, until... 'trouble' came in the form of the President of the Fancy Pants Club, Erik Romano 'the asshole devil' Fancii. Her beliefs and character were quickly questioned by him thus making the ultimate clash of the history. With these two polar opposites, the question now is, how will they survive without cutting each other's throats? And with guns, drugs and the illusions staged by the Club, there remained a question still... Are their throats the only part that gets the damage or their hearts get a share of it too? Genre: Mafia, Action, Reverse Harem, Romance Status: CompleteAll Rights Reserved 2020JMFelic Books

She thought he was a spoiled, cold billionaire. He thought she was just a waitress. Neither of them expected the chaos that would follow. When tough, independent Lena Carter crosses paths with Rafael Blackthorne—an infuriatingly arrogant billionaire known for his playboy reputation—sparks fly, tempers flare… and everything changes. After offering her a job that pulls her into his elite world, Rafael quickly realizes Lena is unlike anyone he’s ever met. She challenges him, grounds him, and sees through the walls he’s built. But behind his wealth and power lies a man scarred by a distant family and buried secrets. And behind her strength, Lena hides a past that refuses to stay buried—especially when a dangerous ex resurfaces, watching from the shadows. As the two fall into a whirlwind of passion, luxury, and vulnerability, they’ll have to decide: will love be enough to protect them from what’s coming? Because in Rafael’s world, trust is currency… And someone’s about to cash it in.

Flirting with Fury (Billionaire Series #1) What happens when a cold-hearted billionaire crosses paths with a dangerously sweet drunk girl? Damon Monteverde, 31, is the ruthless and infamously angry CEO of Monteverde Corporation. Half-British, half-Filipino, and all-business, Damon is the kind of man who commands attention the moment he steps into a room. But beneath the layers of cold glares and corporate armor lies a ticking clock-his grandfather's will states he must marry or have a child to inherit the billion-dollar empire. Enter Leah Corpuz, 27, jobless but resilient, sweet but secretly wild. Desperate to help her sick mother and two younger siblings, Leah stumbles across a website: A CEO looking for a wife and child bearer. On a whim-and a prayer-she applies. Damon expects a quiet, obedient contract wife. What he gets is Leah: charming, unpredictable, and a little too flirty when drunk. Sparks fly, tempers flare, and in between the chaos, something real begins to bloom. But what happens when a marriage built on convenience becomes something more complicated? When secrets are revealed and emotions get entangled, will Damon and Leah survive the storm of love, lies, and lust?

After the death of her parents in a fatal accident, Maria's life takes an ugly turn. Immersed in huge debts and meeting her supposed boyfriend pants down with another lady, Maria is heartbroken. In the spur of the moment, she decides to end it but luckily gets saved by a mystery man. Going to the club for a fun time, she gets drunk and bangs a stranger who is no other than Andrew Walker, the son of her parents's killers. Shockingly, he is her savior; the mystery man, and just as he gave her a second chance at life, he's determined to frustrate her to death. When his fake date for the day disappoints him, Maria is his only hope. What is supposed to be a one-time thing, needs another and another until she's tied with Andrew. How much can she endure her fate? And secretly seeking revenge for her parents, will she damn their bond and hurt her savior in wolf's fur?

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.