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******************COMPLETED BOOK***************************** This book is a standalone for story 2 from the book Wild Adventures. Readers should be warned, there are explicit scenes in the book you might not want to be reading. *****************Super Steamy and wildly erotic********** Denny started to caress her as she obeyed his orders.  She was wearing a red velvet dress with its length up to her mid-thighs. The fabric was soft to his touch but her smooth and aromatic skin added fuel to his excitement and urged him to knead her everywhere he could reach and touch. Her exposed skin was not too much and not too little. For Denny, what he could see was enough to tease him into finding out what beauty was hidden underneath her clothes. The service girl started moaning in pleasure, but her every move held coquetry that teased the aroused man even more. Her erotic reactions didn’t make him rush to finish this heavenly taste of delectations but made him want to enjoy teasing each other for a more explosive ending. "Do you like it...?" The man whispered. He was feeling so aroused beyond redemption, but he was also unconsciously concerned if she was feeling the same as him. "Yes, sir," she answered obediently with her face turning beet red in embarrassment and delight. Denny wanted to do more. He was aching to do more.... but he knew there were rules.

“Agapi (love)” purrs a voice, a rich velvety voice as hot breath hits against my ear, sending shivers down my core making me whimper. “Words Principessa (Princess)” comes another soft yet firm smack to my ass. “Please” I whimper. My need for them growing. “Please what?” asks another. “What is it that you want? Say it Neonata (Baby Girl)” commands the dominating voice in the group. “Take me! I can’t bare it any longer” I cry. Tears threatening to fall from behind the blindfold. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” asks one of the voices, as I suddenly hear the smirk behind it. ~~~~~~~~~~ Isabella Moretti has always been a Princess. That is until her father seeks the help from four powerful men. Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony are these men. Not only are they powerful but also leading men of the Mafia, each dominating within the office, streets, and bedroom. From wanting what they want to sharing just about everything. Wanted by many, Isabella has no choice but to marry not 1 but 4 of these powerful men, each offering pleasure in ways she could only dream of. But with 2 other families after her, can Isabella survive the madness? Or does acknowledging one’s deepest desires prove to be much, forever ruined by these notorious men?

When a wife cheats on their husband and gets pregnant with another man's child, the husband will usually chase her out of the home and ask for a divorce. However, Leon Wolf's situation is a little different. He is 26 years old this year, and he has been married for three years. He lives with his wife and her family who treat him like a slave most of the time. One day, his wife told him that she got pregnant, and he was chased out of the home. Filled with resentment and humiliation over how he had been treated, he found himself wandering all the way to the cemetery, where he saw two men attempting to assassinate a beautiful woman. In his bid to save her, Leon received a fatal stab wound on his chest and dragged one of the men with him into a nearby river…Leon did not resurface even though the woman had waited for a long time, so she believed that Leon had probably drowned. Before she left, she called out optimistically to the river, "My name is Iris Young. If you're still alive, come and see me sometime…"Beneath the water's surface, a soft voice said, "Iris… What a beautiful name…"

It would have been a lot easier for every body if princess Alexander was born a man but instead she is a female but that doesn't lower her spirits or force her to adhere to the unwritten rules about ladies behaviors. She does what she wants, when she wants. She had definitely not requested for a wedding and surprisingly, it was the one thing her parents decisions refuse to sway in. She was going to be tied down and there is nothing she could do about it. Jared was having worst luck as usual, his parents refuse to back down from the issue of marriage especially since his best friend got married. And now they have succeeded, they have managed to tie him into a marriage that he could not get out of. Resigning himself to his fate he went to her kingdom hoping to see a well put lady, soft spoken and docile. Instead, he got exactly the opposite and more. More in the sense that he couldn't help but be attracted to her. Of course he fought the attraction with everything he got but in the end, he never really did have a choice. He was hers from the moment he laid his eyes on her. If only it was that simple to get his happy ever after but with a war looming in the horizon, a happy ever after might just be out of the question.

"Whose child is this?" His voice was cold and icy, blood shot eyes drilling holes in her watery ones. Scared, she cowered back only for her back to met the wall. A sob of pure horror left her parched throat, her hands lifting up to shield her already bruised face. "I asked," He stepped dangerously closer to her, his hot breath fanning the back of her hands. His sandalwood scent which used to calm her nerves in past, today did nothing other than heightening her fear. "Whose." His rough hands yanked her soft ones from her face, before clasping her jaw tightly, his fingers digging in her bruised skin making her wince. "Child" He whispered deadly, leaning down till his stern lips were brushing over her quivering ones. Tears after tears dripped down her cheeks. "Is in your stomach?" His already tight hold had tightened in bruising manner, making her flinch hard. Her head began to spin in fright, darkness invading her vision. Her heart pleading for some miracle. That wasn't the first question, her husband was supposed to ask her on her wedding night.

“Oops, my fingers slipped! These pictures were for someone else but I guess the cats are out of the bag now!” A cold chill ran down my spine as I scrolled through raunchy pictures of my Alpha husband and my sister. Five years of unrivaled love and dedication just for him to sleep with her sister on a stupid business trip. Well two could play that game, she unblocks a number and dials it with her heart in her throat. “One night–that’s all you get, after that we go back to being strangers,” She says, and a soft,dominant voice comes out from the other end. “My chauffeur will be there to pick you by right, wear the gown,” “That gown? Not in your wildest drea–” She's caught off by a new influx of pictures and she chokes her words, “Fine, but I'll need to drink–” “No,” he replied calmly, “I want you to remember everything I'll do to you tonight,” Two weeks later the pack doctor hands her a white envelope, “Congratulations, Luna Alice, you're pregnant!” Alice finds herself thrust into a web of lies of manipulation, caught between two brothers. Will she choose a familiar affection or traverse the plains of foreign passions?

"Just join me for a drink perhaps?" Her bushy brows rose suggestively at me. She knew my answer, she knew what I'd say. I grabbed the bottle off her scrawny hands and said "You know, for a one time thing, this has become a regular." To be honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting up with her. Not that I was going to admit it to her face. "Like therapy sessions from two dumb, ill-favored kids. Who are trying to give each other easing words." She was right. Though her stumbled movements indicated a slight intoxication. Suddenly, out of the awkward moment, she looked up at me with a sad smile and said. "I might be a street girl but is it too bad to wish for a normal life? Go to proms? Have new clothes? Shelter? Love? Do I not deserve?" Her teary eyes searched deep into my soul. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get so close with barely an inch barrier? "Flare..." that was all I could say because then all I could feel were soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so nice. Subconsciously, I grabbed her little body and went for another kiss, this time, a deeper kiss.

There is an adage that someone’s first love can never be forgotten, especially if it started from a childhood friendship up until them hating each other and not to forget the denial of one’s feelings. But one can only deny their feelings towards their other half, but can never deny the bond of a mate. Isabella Lenovo is Alpha Ledger’s sister and the childhood friend of Alpha Ryan. She has a twin sister who was also a childhood friend of Alpha Ryan and Alice, Alpha Ryan’s deceased sister. But an unfortunate accident broke the bonds between these friends. The once enviable friendship was now tainted with jealousy, envy, and resentment. The moon strikes back by making Ryan and Isabella mates. Would Isabella accept this and give in to the mate’s bond despite all odds? Ryan Stones, the alpha of pack Loren—a quick-witted man with soft features and a mind and will as hard as a stone—decided not to have anything to do with the Lenovo sisters after an accident that cost him something huge. He believes that the Lenovo sisters had a hand in this accident and he made a vow to get his revenge back on them. But would his plan waver when he figured out that Isabella was his mate or would he use that as an opportunity to get his revenge? Would their hidden love and bond for each other prevail, or would we say that the moon for once made a mistake?

Before my wedding to Sophie Bennett, the impoverished student I've been sponsoring for ten years posts a photo on social media. "Successfully moved into the new apartment. Soph prepared such a big, soft bed for me!" In the photo, Zachary Wells lies sprawled on the wedding bed I bought for Sophie and my new home, taking a smug selfie with his hand waving at the camera. He's even wearing my wedding ring on his ring finger. Zachary also comments on his own post, "Just thinking about how I'm the first man to lie on this bed fills me with overwhelming happiness!" I reply with a question mark under his comment. The next second, Sophie's call comes through. "I'm just letting Zach experience the warmth of home. Why are you being so passive-aggressive?" In the background, I hear Zachary softly trying to calm her down. "Soph, he's not worth getting angry over." Hearing that, Sophie laughs and banters with him, then abruptly hangs up on me. The two of us have been together for ten years, from ages 18 to 28, and we've finally made it to our wedding day. But now, I no longer intend to go through with it.

“Beg me to lick you, malysh.” There was no way in hell I’d beg him. But that was until his finger slid into my pussy, stretching me at a deliciously slow curl. “Please.” I whimpered, trembling. “Say it like you mean it, baby.” “Lick me, please,” I panted. It was hard not to with the way his finger was curling inside me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. °•°•°• Do you crave men who dominate every room they walk into? Men who won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who dares threaten what’s theirs? Men as lethal as they are possessive, yet drop to their knees for the one woman who sets their cold hearts on fire? Meet the Kings of the Bratva—ruthless, dangerous, and utterly unstoppable. From brutal assassins to stolen brides, these stories will drag you into a world of forbidden love, raw passion, and unrelenting danger. Arranged marriages, deadly betrayals, and second chances that will shatter your soul—these men live by their own rules, and their women? They’re the ones bold enough to break them. Love isn’t soft here—it’s a war, a fire that consumes everything in its path. These men will fight, kill, and burn for the ones they claim. The Kings of the Bratva don’t just promise passion—they deliver obsession. Are you ready to meet them?