Go Fuck Yourself

What will you do when you see Death himself? Will you run? Will you hide? Will you let yourself be captivated by his attractive but mysterious persona? He's gone to find you, and he's out to get you. The Reaper by MoonstarSolar All rights reserved.

Now I'm going to bend you over and fuck you.” “Right now.. Hard.. And I'm not pulling out until I'm satisfied.” He didn't give her a second to think. He spun her around, her ass up, leg spread, pussy soaked waiting. “Fuck” He growled behind her, one hand grabbing her hip, the other spreading her legs wider. “Look at this pussy.. Begging to be ruined.” She was rejected by the mate she loved… and now she’s his brother’s pawn. Kaelen Veyr, cursed and feared, buys Sylvara “Syl” Rynne… not for love, but to make his step-brother angry. She’s stubborn, fiery, and refuses to be tamed…but every clash with him sparks a dangerous desire neither can deny. A game of revenge. A storm of lust. And a fire that could destroy them both.

Please,  help me just this once." Jasmine panted with lust filled eyes. "Jazz, you're not thinking straight." Aaron replied even though he was fighting hard not to lose control. "Take a cold shower or something,  it'll help you feel better,  I promise." "No!"Jasmine argued, grabbing a fistful of his shirt in her hand. "It won't help,  trust me I've tried." "Yeah but..." "Aaron please! I need you, can't you see that? Or do you really hate me that much that you can't stand the thought of touching me?" They hated each other alright, that much was certain. But seeing Jasmine trapped in the heat of her own passion had Aaron's body reacting in ways that he could neither explain nor control, and also in ways that had him wondering if it was alright to suspend their feud for just one night. "You know what? Fuck it!" Aaron declared at last, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. "We can go back to hating each other tomorrow, but tonight, I'm going to make love to you like no one ever has."

I watched him in horror as he plunged his silver dagger into my brothers heart while keeping eye contact with me. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as my brother struggled with his life, "Please let him go" I pleaded tearfully. He stared at me coldly before he cackled wickedly saying "I thought you said you are ready to accept me the way I am wife, this is the real me do you still want me? it's not like you have a choice I am your husband". Yes he was my husband, the ruthless and heartless european mafia Lord who doesn't give a fuck about anybody's feeling. ***** In the dark underworld of mafia rule, 18 year old Aurora is ruthlessly sold to the feared Lord Logan Drew, who harbors secrets and hidden agenda. As she navigates the landscape of Logan's mansion she was forced to obey his every command. Aurora struggles to adapt to her new life as a captive in Logan's opulent mansion. Will she find a way to survive in the treacherous world of her new owner, or will she succumb to the darkness that surrounds her?.

"We can't choose who to fall in love with but we can choose to walk away" …. Fay Roy spent four years devoting herself to Teddy Ward and loving him like crazy, never believed he would cheat on her one day. Not Until, Teddy told her about his first love, Celia. And as if that was not heartbreaking enough, Celia was even pregnant for him and Teddy wanted Fay to take care of Celia, because he believed nobody else could do it better than her making her realize that all this years, she was just a replacement for his true love! Fay divorced Teddy and went back to her wealthy family. Unaware to Teddy that she is the daughter of the wealthiest and most powerful Roy family in Blu city and an heiress. When Fay’s true identity is revealed, Teddy goes on his knees begging her to come back to him. “Darling, let’s get back together. I promise to cherish you this time.” He said. But oops! It already too late. Fay is busy being an heiress to even have time for this scumbag again. With a cold smirk, she spat, “Fuck off. I cannot go back to my vomit.”

"Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt do we?" ****Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One?What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all?In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave?Triggers are present.

“Joe…” Her eyes closed and he lunged forward. She went down so fast, he almost missed her. Maggie slid down the wall, limp and pale, and he went to his knees and grabbed her shoulders before her head hit the floor. He pulled her up against his chest, touched her cheek. She was freezing cold. “Fuck, Maggie,” he muttered. “What have you done to yourself, baby?” He stood up, cradling her in his arms, and walked over to the sofa. He set her down on it and memory washed over him: making love to Maggie right here, her hot and writhing under him as he thrust inside her. God, he still remembered how hard she came that one night, hard enough to shake his whole body with her spasms. **** Two years ago, Maggie Branson walked in on her boyfriend in bed with another woman, and walked out without a backward glance. She never planned to see Joe Carlisle again. But when he offers her a high-paying commission she can’t refuse, Maggie decides to take the money, do the work, and get gone. Fast. Joe, however, has other plans. Two years ago, Joe was an arrogant, cheating disaster, and he knows it. Maggie was the woman he should’ve fought for, and this commission feels like his last chance to prove he’s changed. She’s not buying it. Then tragedy rips through Maggie’s life, and it’s Joe who shows up... steady, remorseful, and impossible to ignore. As grief strips away old defenses, Maggie is forced to confront the past she buried and the man Joe might have become. The question isn’t whether Joe wants redemption. It’s whether Maggie can forgive the one betrayal that broke her heart – and risk trusting him again.

CONTENT WARNINGS: BDSM, reckless MMC's, Stockohlm syndrome, and Trauma bonding. [From Chap 133+ Isnt for the faint of heart] Be warned now 💋🤭🌈🔞 —----------------- “I’ve been jerking to your photo every night for five years,” Tristan's calloused hand guides me along his crotch. “Aren't you happy to see me, Bunny?” “You murdered my father. Broke out of jail. Shot my fiancé at our wedding altar.” My voice flares. “Happy to see you?” “Because you’re the love of my goddamn miserable life,” he seizes my chin, forcing me to meet those frosty, possessive eyes. “The moment you said ‘I do,’ you became mine. You bear my hickeys, my ring, and my name. And it’s our wedding night, Husband.” Who chains their husband naked and dangles him from the top of a skyscraper on their wedding night?! Death isn’t romantic. I’m not a masochist. So why the fuck is my cock hard? Tristan grins, “Still lying to yourself?” I bite down on his lips. He doesn’t flinch even as blood trickles out. “Say that again and lose your tongue.” His grin widens with bloodied teeth. “Right, you're not into men… just me.” —------------- Tristan ‘Mad-Bishop’ Alister got busted by the Feds and locked away for five years. Now, he’s back to claim his obsession: Carlton Dickson. Tristan isn’t just Carlton’s captor. He’s Carlton’s former step-father, and their connection is more taboo than their forbidden affair. As Tristan serves justice to those who destroyed him, using ways that would make the devil shiver, Carlton is trapped between hatred and a dark desire he can’t escape. Can Carlton survive the truth of their relationship to each other? Or will they burn in the flames Tristan’s lit to consume everyone in his path?

When last did you cum? Because this collection of sins will have you on your bed—lights dimmed low, music turned up, and fingers buried deep in your soaking wet pussy—screaming yourself hoarse as you cum over and over like a good little girl. This isn’t a book. It’s a one-way descent into every dark, forbidden craving you swore you’d never entertain. Stepbrothers who watch you bend over in short skirts. Stepdaddies who linger at your bedroom door. Priests who break every vow just to taste what they shouldn’t. And possessive, brutal men who don’t believe in sharing unless it’s you, stretched wide and ruined between them. Where desire meets defiance and surrender. Forbidden love stories with dominant men that have you on your knees, gasping, throat stuffed, body hot and begging for more. To be used, to be abused, conquered. These men don’t ask. They take. They drag you into their world of sin and make you like it. You'll cry from the pressure. Climax from the ache. Beg for their hands, their mouths, their cocks—anywhere, everywhere. They’ll whisper filth into your ear while your legs tremble. Force you to admit how wet you are, how badly you want it. And you’ll obey, because good girls don’t keep secrets. They don’t care if they’re your stepfather. Your priest. Your brother-in-laws. Your best friend’s brother. Or all of them at once. They’ll spit on your morals. Corrupt your innocence. Fuck you until your name’s forgotten and only theirs remains. So light the candles. Get the toys. Say your prayers, if you dare. Because this book doesn’t just seduce you—It owns you. And you’ll love every wicked, filthy, degrading second of it. FB Page: Ireti.

"Date me for four months only. If at the end of these four months, you fall in love with me, then I get to fuck you like a slut." His firm and domineering voice swept across my entire being. "And... If I didn't fall in love with you but rather, you ended up falling in love with me..." I swallowed and continued with all the strength in me," you get to leave this school, leave this country and never show up before me again." "Deal." "Deal." ---- Eleanor Christopher was a shy but sweet and innocent girl who had tried all her best to avoid the devil. She hated him for his promiscuous life, she had even heard him bragged to his friends before that he has one year plan of fucking ever single girls in the college. Speaking of the devil, Henry Fred, the hottest and most popular playboy in college. After fucking and dumping several girls who literally stoop at his feet to have at least a talk with him, he decided to fuck the next girl on his list, he however didn't expect for her to be different from other ladies, she hated him and she was blunt about it. He made a bet with his friends to fuck her, he won't stop until he hear her moan crazily under his body, he won't even force her, she will literally plead to have him in her. He want her, Eleanor Christopher, and he was ready to have her, no matter what it takes.