Gently Perv

Warning: Mature content! He let his hand squeeze her breast gently through the gown she wore, then he applied a little bit of force. He heard her make a whimpering sound into his mouth and he swallowed it up. He released her hands and pushed her to himself with his hand while caressing her breast. *** His unwilling slave… Fiery and innocent, Lady Roksolana was once the esteemed and privileged daughter of the sultanate king. Until she was captured by the enemy, the all powerful and devilishly charming Sultan, Sheikh Jamal Aamil. The ruthless king… Worshipped as a god by his people, sinfully hot Jamal takes ahold of Roksolana during an attack and back to his palace. Drawn to her exotic beauty, he tries to bends her to his seductive whims. Except that Roksolana refuses to suppress her bold spirit for any man, especially such an arrogant one like Jamal, who sees her as nothing but his possession, a jewel in his harem and a slave to slake his pleasure on. Bound together by desire… Soon, Roksolana finds herself succumbing to his sensual touches and in the process falls in love with him. But with another danger in the air, ememies scheming wicked plots and his favorite mistress raging with jealousy, will these two be able to find love in the midst of all the chaos? A thrilling tale of love, lust and desire.

“What’s the first thing about me?” And I dare not forget. “You’re reserved…god!” “And by reserved, I mean…?” He asks gently, a tone that’s opposite from the strength in his action. “Talk to me, Milaya. By reserved, I mean what?” “You don’t share…” My teeth clenches hard. “And I’m yours…” Then light explodes behind my eyelids. "Good girl," he praises. *** Liliana Hoxha's fairytale life shatters when her sister is killed and her husband is kidnapped and brutally murdered. What she doesn't expect next is to be abducted by Damian Kastorov, a ruthless Mafia Don driven by rage and revenge, who believes Liliana's husband is connected to his girlfriend's death... As Liliana's held captive in Damian's mansion, hatred ignites into passion, and Liliana soon uncovers a shocking truth: her sister's tragic fate is tied to Damian's past and her husband's dark secrets. Trapped, Liliana must choose between escaping the monster she's fallen for or succumbing to his dangerous allure. Will their forbidden love be their salvation, or will it destroy everything? What if it's the latter?

My mate’s childhood sweetheart was throwing a tantrum again, so Henry wanted to break our mate bond once more. Though I felt despair, I still looked calmly at him as I said, “This is the eighth time you’ve broken our bond.” His eyes were full of guilt and helplessness as he gently cupped my face, pleading softly. “Nicole, you know I have no choice. Alice threatened to take her own life with a silver dagger again. I grew up with her. She’s like a sister to me. I can’t just leave her alone. “My love, don’t worry. I swear, once I’ve cheered her up, we’ll immediately re-establish our mate bond.” I stayed silent. He’d made this promise to me countless times, so much that we had formed a mate bond and broken it eight times. To the werewolf pack, a mate bond was sacred. But in his eyes, it was nothing. “Please, my love.” As he took out the potion to sever our bond, I quietly clenched my fists. “Okay.” After all, there won’t be a next time.

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?"

On New Year's Eve, my husband, Max Davis, took me to a private dinner hosted by a big industry player. We had barely made our way around the room when a strange woman suddenly shoved me into the pool. When I insisted on checking the surveillance footage and calling the police, Max firmly held me back. He warned me to "remember my place" and not embarrass him in front of everyone. In the brief time I changed into another gown, I returned to find that same woman perched on my husband's lap, her red lipstick leaving traces on his collar. "Max, you're right! That nasty scar on her stomach really does look like a centipede. It's so hideous!" She giggled with mock innocence, adding, "It's been so fun messing with your wife. Next time, can I slap her when no one's looking?" Meanwhile, Max gazed at her like she was the only woman in the world, gently tracing his finger over her nose. "Of course, you can," he replied, eyes still locked on hers. "I'll even tie her hands behind her back for you."

One heartbreak turned Violet Black into a monster. After catching her boyfriend with her sister, Violet’s rage awakened deadly powers she never knew she had, powers that killed, and exposed her to a world she was never meant to see. Now trapped in Avenmoor Academy, a brutal sanctuary where magic is law, cruelty is currency, and monsters wear school uniforms, Violet wants nothing more than to disappear, to bury her rage and guilt, to forget what she did, what she lost and what she became. But fate is merciless… and so are the six supernatural men who claim her as theirs. Feral, obsessive, and bound to her by something ancient. They don’t ask for permission. They burn for her. And the deeper they drag her into their world, the harder it becomes to remember why she ever wanted to escape. Violet isn’t searching for love. She craves silence, freedom, and control over the chaos boiling inside her, but the past never stays buried. And as forgotten sins stain her skin and long-lost truths claw their way back to the surface, Violet learns that some monsters rule kingdoms, some soulmates destroy gently and some destinies require a bloody body count before they offer peace.

"What is your problem you psycho? Leave me alone!" I yelled at him. He smirked, "I can't. YOU'RE MINE." "You're my enemy! I can never be yours!" "Then... shall I tell the whole world about your secret?" My heart dropped, "What?" He gently grabbed my neck, "If you don't want me to beautiful... you should satisfy me fast." ____________ Amelia has a secret that must not be found out by everyone in her pack. She must do anything to keep it. Pushed to the edge by her friends, she ends up begging a stranger to act as her mate so she wouldn't get kicked out of the pack. What she didn't know is that Damien is her arch nemesis. The only person she wished to stay away from her is now obsessed with her and is posing as a threat to her. What happens when he forces her to be with him and claims her as his mate? When her true mate appears, she is put in a dilemma as to resolving the conflict. Especially since she is about to turn the fates of the packs around. WARNING: There will be mature content, speech, abuse and violence.

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

I am Evelyn Scott, a replacement for my sister’s wedding after they found out about Sterling’s wealth. Evelyn’s family especially her stepmother, Jane wanted to get rid of her from the house and decided to send her off to get married to Adrian, an ordinary man who always brought troubles to the Sterling family. Little did they know, Adrian conceals a hidden identity that could change everything if revealed. “I’m sorry, I’m late,” Adrian uttered as he arrived late at the wedding. Evelyn smiled at him, “It’s okay, what’s important is that you’re here.” As they spend their time together, Evelyn finds herself drawn by how gentle Adrian is. He was always attentive to her, and it seemed like he was washing her problems and worries away. It was the very first time that Evelyn felt something like this to someone. “I… like you,” she confessed. Adrian smiled, cupping his hands onto her face. He gently kissed her forehead. “Me too. I like you so much.” Can this kind of love would have a happy ending after? Will they be strong and stay together until the end? Would Evelyn stay if she found out the truth about her husband?