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“SUCK ME," he growled, his grip on my hair tightening as he pushed harder. “PLEASURE ME LIKE THE F*CKING WHORE YOU ARE, KAELEN.” I tried to say no, to resist, but my mouth burned as he shoved it deeper. The pain was much but I found myself wanting him more. Kaelen was a skilled thief with a decent life—until he stole a cursed spellbook from the Inquisition and accidentally summoned Thrakos, the Demon King. Hoping to bind the demon to his will, the ritual backfired, leaving Kaelen magically and sexually bound to a horny Thrakos instead. Now a pawn in Thrakos’s war against his brother Vaelith, Kaelen gains dangerous powers but loses control. Hunted by Inquisitors, demons, and monsters, he must travel to Vermont to retrieve the Hell-blade—a sacred weapon forged to kill Vaelith. With Sylvia and a shapeshifting succubus at his side, Kaelen faces deadly enemies and the growing darkness within himself. With each orgasm and surge of power, Kaelen becomes less human and more demon. When the final battle comes, will he fight for freedom—or embrace his new nature and become the Demon King’s ultimate weapon?

Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise. He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire. “You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”

~ The Sweetest Temptations are...the Forbidden ones!~ ******* Don't you dare... reject me again!" He growled in a powerful whisper into her ear. She felt his body tremble, making her freeze. After getting kidnapped, Arielle opened her eyes only to find herself getting sold to one of the most mysterious men she's ever met with a face that could steal her breath away. Ezekiel immediately marks her as his, and soon enough Arielle begins to understand just how much mystery surrounds her Lycan King as he takes her back with him to his country. But Ezekiel isn't the only person shrouded with secrets. Now pregnant with the Lycan king's child, the obstacles they face not only make them grow stronger together, but brings forth a new era! He is absolutely forbidden to her, and should throw her out immediately... but Ezekiel is determined to have his mate accept him. He would not let her reject him...again. He plans to devour not only her body, but her heart and every nightmare she locks deep inside her soul.

"F-Fine," she said and squeezed her eyes shut. "I'll do it." To keep her job and pay her nephew's hospital bills, Evelyn agreed to a one night stand with a casino client. In the dim corridor with red lights, someone grabbed her waist, the evil chuckle hot against her ear. No. She didn't want this. That smelly man! She didn't want him! There was a door right before her and she squinted her eyes. What did it say? The wordings looked too long to be the 'exit'. "Stay still," the man growled behind her and started to pull her away. "That's the presidential suite. Our room is right-" She elbowed him with all her strength that he yelped and let go of her. Panic set in her heart as she ran to the exit room right in front of her. She grabbed the door handle and was about to push it open when it was suddenly yanked open. Evelyn lost her footing and fell face first into a hard brick! What kind of wall was warm and smelled so sweet, enough to keep her temperature cool?

"So you don't want to kiss me?"Ethan smirked after kissing her without her permission. Skylar stared at his infuriatingly handsome face. She wanted to slap him but something made her stop. "I shouldn't be doing this." She murmured and looked into his mesmerizing eyes. "God fucking damn it!" She growled after cursing and taking his face and she kissed him as if there's no tomorrow. ~ Would you believe it if a rumour spread about a popular guy who kissed an ordinary girl? No, right? Skylar Carter. Eighteen years old, virgin and recently transferred to the USA's elite Archibald Academy, she has only two targets to fulfil: 1. Maintain 4.5 GPA 2. Stay out of trouble But what would she do when trouble comes knocking at her door and kisses you breathless? The lingering stares, stolen touches and one hot KISS exchanged with the sexy Quarterback threatens to break them all. One kiss and now she was his target. Trapped in his very own game, where he was the rule maker and the heart breaker...

"You think I chose this?" he growled, voice low and rough against her ear. "I was sent to destroy you, Aurelia. But I marked you instead. You're mine now—and there's no undoing that." Aurelia's world shattered the day her mother and brother died. Moving to a new city was supposed to be a fresh start, but it only led her into the arms of a monster. Abaddon Black is cruel, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Everyone fears him. No one dares cross him. And somehow, he's chosen her. What begins as blackmail becomes something darker, something that feels a lot like obsession. She hates him. She wants him. And when he finally saves her from a nightmare she never saw coming, she learns the truth: he was never just a boy. He’s a vampire—ancient, powerful, and bound to her by blood. She is his mate! Worse, her own father betrayed her to the very creatures who killed her family. Now, trapped between a dark love and a twisted legacy, Aurelia must face who she truly is and what it means to be Abaddon’s girl.

“You like being fucked by your bodyguard, Mr. CEO?” Nolan growled, thrusting deeper making Milo moan louder, rolling his eyes. “Stop running that smart mouth and take this.” He thrust harder. Milo Eves had always hated the idea of having a bodyguard. He is rich, and full of attitude. The youngest CEO in the industry, who knows how to secure a deal easily with his sharp mouth and how to get under people’s skin with that perfect smirk and sharp tongue. But when a threat puts a target on his back, the board forces him to hire a bodyguard. Nolan Ashford—cold, quiet, Assassin who takes the role of being a bodyguard for a spoilt brat, Milo. Milo hates him at first sight. Until he gets pinned against a wall and realizes how good hate can feel when it’s deep, rough, and hard enough to make him beg. It’s supposed to be just once. But Nolan keeps coming back. And Milo? He keeps letting him. Until the night they forget the condom…. And Milo starts feeling strange, A test is carried out and it comes out positive. The CEO is pregnant!!

"Don't underestimate me!" She growled, pressing the knife against his neck on their wedding night. "Don't mistake my kindness for my weakness." "You look so hot pinning me against the wall and the knife pressing me against my neck," he smirked. ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Weylin Turner, the vicious leader of the mafia organization 'The Black Panther' returned to England after fifteen years. At a party, he learned that his marriage was already fixed with the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia organizations in England. But on the day of the marriage, the bride didn't appear. To save his father's face, he immediately ordered his subordinates to find a bride for him. Suddenly his eyes fell on Garaine Jones, a cheerful caregiver at an orphanage. He couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. Finding her weakness, he compelled her to become his bride. To his surprise, she agreed to his terms and conditions easily. Little did he know that Garaine Jones wasn't some ordinary woman as he thought. She was something beyond his imagination. Did the predator himself become prey while chasing his fantasies?

“I love you” I whispered and he went rigid, his head snapped up and his blue eyes darkened. “Don’t you ever say that” he growled, clenching his fist “Why?” I asked and held his hand, he averted his gaze, staring at his former love grave. “I can’t love” he said, “I am just a zombie, My heart died with her years ago” Arthur said, pointing at the grave, he looked at me studying my face, “Just don’t say that again please” “It’s okay” I said softly, “But it just don’t change the fact that I love you. And I am ready to be a good wife” I said, Arthur gaze hardened. “That’s your problem,” Arthur said, “I don’t want you to say that, and know your place” His statement hurt, but I faked a smile, and he nodded and walked away, I stared at his lover’s grave and dropped my necklace on it. Maybe she was worthy to wear that more than I.

“You are mine to claim.” Killian growled, down on her neck. “Why are you resisting me?” Aria shuddered as his fingers grazed her core. “Your brothers are—” “Forget about my brothers.” Killian answered sharply. “You’re mine and no one can come between us.” ************************* Aria’s world crumbled when Alpha Matthias accused her father of treason and murdered him in cold blood. She was forced to be a slave in the palace as punishment for her father’s crimes. On her eighteenth birthday, Matthias offered her to Alpha Carrington to be his plaything. Filled with rage and fear, Aria tried to flee from the palace. But then she saw him. Her mate. He was Alpha Killian, the most powerful Alpha in the world. And he desired her, he craved her with all of his being. But Aria’s troubles were not over when she realized that Killian was a triplet and wasn’t the only one who desired her. She was mated to all three brothers and each of them wanted her for themselves. Who would she choose? And how would she navigate her complex love life?