Fuck Duke

The vampire duke of Valestead was not a man to be trifled with. He was centuries years old and full of hate for humans because of the death of his beloved mate; Katherine during the mass killing of all supernatural creatures. Meeting Guinevere Pedro must be the fates way of playing with me because of her exact resemblance to his dead wife and she is also an enemy just because she was human. The duke decides to marry her to find out exactly why she looks like his dead wife and then to kill her to satisfy his animalistic urge but what he did not expect was that she would her innocence touching him in places he never knew existed and once again… the duke's dead heart shall awaken before it is too late for both of them and before the war of old strikes again

Warning: Rated 18+ "You have me..." Once he dried my eyes, I noticed that his hand was no longer as chilly as it had been earlier in the interaction. He moved his mouth closer to mine and spoke in a low whisper, saying, "You only have me, and there's no way for you to run away from me since I am everywhere..." “You kissed me, you imprinted me as your vampire mate,” he added as he smirked.  My eyes widened when I touched my lips, and I felt his slow approach, asking, "You want me to kiss you, right?" I could feel him moving closer and closer. "You wanted it so desperately..." he groaned, then his eyes lingered on my lips, and in the flash of an eye, He was already laying claim to my lips; I gasped in response to his gently nibbling on them. I could taste blood on my lips, but he licked it up and withdrew away from me before I could react. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Catalina, what have you done to me? Why do I want to devour you so badly?"

His green eyes were shining in anger. He saw her standing there with that fucking gangster. Fury and jealousy were running through his veins. His eyes drifted down and noticed the hand which was gripping her waist. His fingers turned into a fist. He was ready to kill him. He saw them going and pulling away in car. Where the fuck is he taking her? He turned and threw a punch on the wall hardly. Grabbing his bag he ran and ran til he reached in his room but her memories came rushing in his head. Everything in his room was a reminder of her. Her scent was still floating in the air. Her tinkling giggle echoed in his ears. But why? Why is he jealous? Why is he angry? He was the one who betrayed her, destroyed her, made fun of her love. Now why her moving on with another man is killing him inside? He is the god of his own world. He is The Eric Knight. It was never a fairytale. Fate collided them and started a story full of- fight, love, romance, betrayal and hate. And in between all this, entered a Gangster, who kills people and sells drugs but is sexy like a devil. One's Obsession and other's Possession. A story full of passion, but The game spins and their fates as well.

“I’m not your toy.” “Yes, you’re my toy, Tesoro. Mine to fuck, and mine to do with as I please. I could break you in half too, if I want. So watch your mouth!” ~•~ After discovering the same woman he’d had a one-night stand with years ago owes him a debt, Giovanni, blinded by his own desires, uses the opportunity to abduct her and propose a twisted bargain. Elaine is given two options; pay in two weeks or pay with her body when the time limit is up. But this is the same man she loathes for ruining her five years ago after impregnating her which led to her disownment. She’s had a hard life - working tirelessly to feed two mouths - hers and the son she loves so much. But knowing they won’t be able to stay together if his father is aware of his existence, Elaine decides to keep the child a secret and tread carefully. It was meant to be just sex, but Giovanni has plans to reignite their long-lost passion from the first night they made love, and also break the sharp witted woman who’s making him question his senses.

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure.

"Onyx, remove your hand. If you continue to touch, you will lose." He chuckled as she exhaled "The condition was to not give in and fuck, Ophelia. I'm merely touching!" As his fingers returned to their former position, she forced herself to relax. She cursed herself in her head for setting the bar at fuck. When his fingers worked circles around her clit, she nearly died on the spot. As the moist fabric glided over her sensitive area, her release became more urgent, and she regulated her breathing as he quickened his speed. His gaze never left hers, as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face, she was growing desperate for release at this point and could just beg. "You simply have to ask, Ophelia, and I'll give you the release you want!" As her name flowed off his tongue, she shivered. "No!" Her voice was clipped, strained even. "Are you certain? Imagine how splendid it would feel when you cum all over my finger here under this table and when I fill your pussy after dinner. Raw and hard, just how you like it." Onyx Reighs is perhaps one of the finest Chief executives in town. He was respected by his subordinates and desired by females since he possessed every excellent precision a man should have as a leader. But by the end of the night, he was the most notorious player. To him, the purpose of life was to work hard and enjoy life to the fullest. No woman could ever resist his enchantments, and he hadn't expected to know the word "rejected" until she came to fly his bird. What will happened when the lady who rejected him turned out to be his soulmate?

"This is our first night together. You are now my Luna. So, you better take off your clothes or I'll make you." The voice of Alpha Aragon echoed in her ears. She attempted suicide and fled on her wedding day, but nothing worked out. No matter how hard she tried to flee her alpha, he always tracked her down to his castle, his room, and his bed. “I… I….” She stuttered, her gaze drawn away from his. Her heart was with her fiance, who she desired to mate with, until she met that cruel alpha. Her life has been turned upside down since then. "Strip now or I'll..." he growled, threateningly. "Or what?" she wondered aloud, raising her brow. "Are you going to rape me?" "No, I will tie your fours to the bed and fuck you roughly until the sunrise," he said, shaking his head and grumbling.

18+ Excessive erotic content. Readers discretion is advised. "Fuck me please" I let out another moan, the pleasure was beyond what my lips could describe, he stopped and left me hungry for more. "You like that right?" his eyes traveled up and met mine. Another devilish grin appeared on his face. Catching my breathe, he inserted two fingers inside me and I jerked immediately, I didn't see that coming. Shit! that was unexpected. Fuck me already! This is torture, thrust into me like this. My brain went wild, wanting more of him. "Your pussy is already heated up for me. It's wet... it's anticipating me" he grinned and continued to professionally move in and out of my wet pussy. "Ahhh...B-r-a-n-d-e-n...please!" I moaned softly and he released his fingers out of my pussy. * * * * * * * Getting a scholarship in Clifield University in Georgia, Diana, a bright medical student falls inlove with her billionaire department sponsor; Branden. But unfortunately, Branden shows less emotions to Diana while his brother; Sylvester falls for Diana instead. This leads to a love triangle evolving especially as Braden realizes he has feelings for Diana. When Diana finally feels that all is falling in place for her and Braden, she doesn't realize that Braden holds deadly secrets of his own which is capable of shattering her entire life and everything Diana has ever believed in. In the midst of dangerous dark secrets concerning Diana's past, love becomes hate, making Branden a sworn enemy.

Elena had her fate decided from the moment she was born as the young lady of a decadent family. In order to escape that fate, she accepts the offer of the young Duke, Ivar de Alba. As the Lady of House Alba, she finds herself entering a world she never imagined, filled with magic and secrets that the humans had long forgotten. In one of the highest positions of the empire, and with feelings blossoming for her new husband, Elena's life couldn't get any better, but Ivar still keeps a secret from her: he is the last son of a race that has been gone for centuries, and he will use everything he can to bring his people back, even it that means using her.

Two cunning damsels. Five friends who are not helping And a Duke on the verge of a dilemma as he makes the decision that will change everything. Blinded by the desire to get her home back, Monica Maitland decides to play the Duke of Anfield into fulfilling her every desire. But when emotions set in, it takes the highest form of cruelty to ignore them in the quest for happiness. Philip Forland however gives a deaf ear to every warning he's received, switching the identities of heroes and villains as he's blinded by his love for Monica. Meanwhile, she's the devil behind the scenes, striving to destroy everything that once destroyed her. Until she realises, maybe the real villain here wasn't who she thought it was.