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"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

It was never Mila's intention to send explicit images of herself to her crush's father. The realization that her dad's best friend had seen her nude was a nightmarish thought she wished to wake up from. To her surprise, Mr. Williams requested another naked picture of her. But she couldn't comply. He was her crush's father and her father's best friend. How could she possibly act like nothing had happened when they were coming over for dinner? Feeling trapped as Mr. Williams cornered her. He used one hand to pull up the bottom of her dress and the other to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back. "Please," Mila whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams." A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her buttocks. "You have no idea how much power I hold over you, Mila," he murmured. "Anything I desire, you will give me, or do you want me to show your father the picture you sent me?" Mila's grip on the counter grew tighter as she pushed her backside against him. This was all a mistake. It felt so wrong. "What do you want?" she asked. "You, on your knees in front of me."

“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

*Sequel of My personal Lycan king (Book-1)* Reading Part-1 is necessary to understand this book. In the love of Victoria and the sorrow of her loss, everyone thought that Alexander died. But he was saved. Everyone thought that Victoria died in the sacrifice spell, to protect her mate Alexander, her witch powers, and her wolf Carla. But if it was true, then who was this girl Jasmine, who was having images of a man with amber eyes and a girl with long black hair? Why was she having dreams of a girl who is called Victoria, and why does she keep hearing strange voices in her head? The main question was, if she was Victoria, then why anyone didn't recognize her for so long? Amidst this, what will happen when the long-lost love of Jasmine, Daniel Neptune, comes into the scene? And then a third mate of her vampire essence called Ashton comes to claim her. Things will take an interesting turn when the king of the Witch clan, Christopher, comes into the picture with Marla and Nelson wanting to meet their child. And what was the meaning behind the infamous prophecy, that Azrael was so scared about? "One more soul to sacrifice, three more souls to die, one more soul to live, and six more souls to dignify." Will Victoria be able to handle, not one, two but three mates when she will come to know she is the essence of Madeline, the world's destroyer hybrid, who was born 1500 years ago and was killed brutally? Will she be able to surpass all the negativities and find an eternity of happy life with her love Alexander? Or will she be doomed as a single mate of three powerful kings?

{Warning: Some chapters of this story, entails erotic and matured contents. Read as your own dim fit, or at your own detriment. Consider this an authors advise.} "Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn into liquid. Or burst into flames." * * * Amethyst Villarreal had been secretly in love with her best friend - Sebastian Almonte. But something between her dream to win the heart of the man she love. Pietho, her cousin who is her best friends fiance. Alam n'ya na mali ang mahalin ito ngunit ayaw paawat ng kan'yang puso. She tried to hide it, even if it pains her the most, but she couldn't believe and never expected that Wade Harris Coleman - Seb's best man, knows her romantic feelings toward her best friend since then. Ngunit sa kabila ng inis n'ya rito ay natagpuan n'ya ang kan'yang sarili na ibinubuhos dito ang lahat ng sakit na dinaramdam n'ya sa mahabang panahon. And the next morning she found herself next to his bed . Now, how was she going to get out of that mess? ✓ Collaboration Series of PaperInk Publishing House ✓ Not for minors

Aria was the Luna of the Winter Mist pack, renowned for her achievements in war strategy. Her contribution was crucial in her pack becoming the most powerful in the entire country. Everything in her life should be perfect. ...Except it wasn't. In actuality, Aria's life was anything but successful. She was helpless to the whims of her abusive Alpha mate and his mistress. A mate who never loved her. As she watches their relationship grow, her options are to run away or die trying to keep her Luna position. But this is not the story of how Aria sways his closed-off heart until he finally loves her. No, this is the story of how Aria died. So when she is faced with the opportunity to go back in time and try again... will she take it? ...Or is she fated to relive her mistakes all over again? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...And if I refuse?" I asked hesitantly. "Then you will remain in the Abyss, forever reliving your earthly memories." My mind recalled the images that had just tormented me, showing me my death over and over again. I knew now she must have shown me that strategically so I had a taste of what my refusal would look like. "Then I don't want to be Luna again... and I don't want to be Aleric's mate," I said, surprising even myself that I was bargaining with a Goddess. But I couldn't shake the feeling something seemed off. "That is the fate I have chosen for you." "Then I don't accept," I argued. "I think there is something you're not telling me. A reason why you need me to go back so badly." She was silent, her silver eyes regarding me warily. "...So I am correct," I said, taking her silence as confirmation.

Five years ago, I lost my memory in a car accident. Eira Jones had claimed she was my beloved. She saved me, cared for me, and we naturally got married. For five years, I managed every aspect of our home for her. As I tended to her every need with unwavering devotion, I was convinced I was the happiest husband in the world. But as I was about to tidy up the study, I overheard Eira and her childhood sweetheart talking. “Eira, these past five years, Vedran Clarus has been utterly devoted to you. He just hasn’t chewed your food for you! I’m getting jealous.” Eira kissed his cheek affectionately. “Silly boy, those chores are his responsibility. I’d never let you do them.” Furious, I burst through the door and accused Reed Harris of being a shameless homewrecker. But to my shock, he showed his marriage certificate to Eira. He declared that I was the third wheel in their relationship. As we shoved each other about, my head slammed into the bookshelf, and my memories returned. Apparently, I was the sole heir to the city’s wealthiest, the Grant family. I watched as Eira ranted accusations at me, and the fair-faced, pretty boy in her arms feigned hurt. I turned and dialed my childhood sweetheart’s number. “Elena Gibson, your fiance is being bullied!”

On my birthday, I passed out at home alone for more than two hours. My Alpha, Augustus Brock, took our son and went to an amusement park with Christine Terra, who had just severed her mate bond. Someone snapped photos of them, and the images went viral on social media. [Brock Pack's Alpha is enjoying a sweet family outing with his mate and heir. His Luna's face is revealed for the first time!] In the photo, Augustus held our child in one arm while wrapping the other around the woman beside him. My son, Ethan Brock, who had always been a neat freak and never let me touch him, had actually kissed that woman on the cheek. He was grinning from ear to ear. I lay on the floor. The harsh glow of my phone screen hurt my eyes. I then heard Augustus' voice through our mind link. "I'll celebrate your birthday with you next time. Christine just severed her mate bond and isn't in a good mood. I'm taking her out to cheer her up. Stop making a scene." Right after that, Ethan's voice followed through the mind link. "Mom, I want Christine to be my new mom! From now on, it's enough if you visit me once a month. If you come too often, she won't be happy about it." My phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number. [You know who he really loves. I've regained my freedom. If you know what's good for you, sever the mate bond yourself.]

When news of my arranged fiancee's death arrived, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I quickly reclaimed her shares and had the death certificate issued. I did it because I've been reborn. In my past life, Dad was worried that women would eye my fortune as the heir to the wealthiest family. So, he arranged for me to marry one of three women he personally picked. I chose the most outstanding one, Monica Harris, and married her. However, just three days after our wedding, she died suddenly. Heartbroken, I was persuaded by the remaining two women to give up on marriage and remain single for life. At 80 years old, when I returned to our special place in Sunmere Valley to reminisce, I saw Monica. She should have been dead for 60 years! She stood beside Liam Rogers, my driver who'd gone missing decades ago, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, living a picture-perfect life. I realized I'd been deceived my entire life. The shock sent my blood pressure soaring, and I died of a stroke on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day I died. This time, I'm going to find out exactly how someone who's supposedly dead keeps on living.

Sahabat kecil suamiku mengidap penyakit parah. Demi agar dia bisa merasakan kehangatan keluarga dan tidak meninggalkan rasa penyesalan nantinya, suamiku memberikan kalungku kepadanya dan pergi bersamanya di hari ulang tahunku. Anakku bahkan diangkat jadi anak angkatnya. Dia bilang, “Dian, Lisa sudah mau meninggal, mengalah saja padanya.” Setiap kali aku meminta waktu dan perhatian mereka, anakku akan membantu ayahnya bicara. “Bu, bukankah ibu selalu mengajarkanku agar berjiwa besar? Tante Lisa sudah mau meninggal, kenapa Ibu terus mengganggunya?” Lama kelamaan, aku tidak lagi meminta apapun dari mereka. Suatu malam, aku mendengar pembicaraan putraku dengan ayahnya, “Tante Lisa sangat lembut dan anggun! Alangkah bagusnya jika Ibu bisa seperti dia!” Harris tertawa dan dengan lembut mengusap kepala putra kami. “Meski ibumu agak keras, tapi semua ini dilakukan demi kebaikanmu. Kalau kamu begitu menyukai Tante Lisa, biar dia menjadi Ibu angkatmu saja, oke?” Ternyata, anak yang kulahirkan dengan susah payah tidak menyukaiku. Aku menundukkan kepalaku, lalu diam-diam menutup pintu kamar dan berpura-pura tidak terjadi apa-apa. Karena mereka berdua tidak menyukaiku, jadi aku diam-diam pergi meninggalkan mereka.