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"Tell me, what was I doing to your body last night?" He gingerly kneaded his finger around her core and a moan left her lips, he was torturing her. She didn't like that. "You were touching me like this," she cried out when Darian thrust his fingers into her wet hole. "Like this, Darian!" She held onto the headboard, letting him take full charge of her clit. Darian stroked her gently, looking into her eyes as he moved his fingers against her clit. She cried out in pure pleasure, "Please Darian." She felt a spasm building up between her legs. Throwing her head backwards, she reached her peak in no time. "Was that how I touched you?" Darian rolled on the bed, positioning her back on the bed. - - As a repayment of her father's debt, Darian Dawson asked for Lena's hand in marriage. Darian is a ruthless man, the next in line to the Dawson family mafia. Lena is a normal girl from the westside of London, a fresh university graduate who is looking forward to having a good life with her best friend until Darian showed up, completely ruining her plans, possessing her and taking full control of her life.

They fell in love young. They married young. She devoted her youth and her whole life to him, making him the centre of her world. But what did she get in return? Betrayal, heartbreak, and divorce papers. He had promised her the world; he had sworn to love and cherish her till death did them apart, yet he was the one who fell out of love first. He was the one who threw her aside like trash when he found someone new. His perfect new lover, the one who was promised to him for years,. He was the one who said, “Let’s get divorced. I don’t want you anymore.” After surrounding himself with wealth, fame, and success, he walked away from her without looking back. He forgot all the promises he made to her; he forgot all the pain and heartbreak he gave her. However, she did not. She remembered every single pain, betrayal, and heartbreak he caused her, making her swear to revenge on the day she was thrown away with those divorce papers. Now that God has finally answered her prayers, she's back in his life after five years, but not as his lovesick, devoted wife. She's back as the powerful Morin Heiress who wants to destroy him and have him under her mercy. Rayan Allen had everything in his life—look, money, fame, or success—name it all. He had everything under his feet except one thing. Her. The woman he failed to cherish and regretted letting go five years ago. Now that she’s back in his life with her little silly game of revenge, he's going to do everything in his power to make her his again. Anthea Morin was, is, and will be his forever, and he was going to make sure of that.

WARNING: The female lead is not a weak, spineless doormat. She’s bold, funny, slightly fearless and witty as hell. Her husband is an absolute fool and her ex-fiancé is a full fledged red flag who is completely obsessed with her. Thanks for reading!! *** At the age of 18, Amani’s fiancé looked her in the eyes and called her “the trash.” On top of that, he proceeded to call off their engagement because he found a more beautiful and glamorous woman. Heartbroken and shattered, she gets married to Henry Wilson a few years later and he turns out to be an abuser and a cheat. Their son is diagnosed with stage four cancer and while he breathes his last on his deathbed, Henry is busy frolicking around town with his new secretary. Angry beyond measure, she files for divorce. Amani’s plan after divorce is to remain totally man-free for the rest of her life, but that plan turns to dust when the man who shattered her heart at 18 storms back into her life like a violent earthquake. Bhyron Macaulay is his name – New York’s most enigmatic billionaire bachelor, gorgeous as a demon and every woman’s dream man. One thing about him? He hates debtors. And Amani’s late parents owe him the sum of twenty million dollars. Bhyron has only one plan — to make sure Amani becomes his wife whether by consent or by force, and he plans to use that debt as leverage. When dark, haunting secrets about their pasts start to fly and Amani begins to feel a burning attraction for a man she once swore she hates, who will fall first? The heartless billionaire or the woman he once abandoned…?

My childhood sweetheart who promised to marry me the moment I graduated proposed to Camille Willow, my sister, during my graduation ceremony. At that moment, Dennis Malcolm, the most eligible and admired bachelor in Blington City's elite circle, stepped forward and confessed his love for me immediately after my childhood sweetheart's proposal was accepted. For five years after our marriage, Dennis showered me with devotion, treating me with such tenderness that it felt as though I were the center of his world. But everything shattered the day I overheard a conversation between him and his close friend. "Dennis, now that Camille's on top, are you really going to keep pretending with Tracy?" "It doesn't matter. I'll never have Camille. Besides, as long as I'm here, she'll never disrupt Camille's happiness," he answered. The paper notes he held dear, each one carefully preserved, revealed a harsh truth. Each one carried her name, accompanied by heartfelt wishes: "May Camille be released from her burdens. May she find peace within herself." "May Camille achieve all she dreams of, and may her heart love freely." "Camille, we were never meant to be together in this life. I can only hope that in another, we will walk side by side." … Five years of devotion shattered in a single moment of clarity. I crafted a false identity and planned an elaborate drowning to vanish without a trace. From this day forward, in this life and all others, we shall never cross paths again.

18+ Erotic Werewolf romance book Olivia Sold to pay off a debt, sinfully hot Matteo has thrown me into his dark mansion, with no intention of letting me go. He’s dominant, ruthless, cold… And he’s also something wicked—a sexy as hell alpha male. I should run the second he puts his rough hands all over my innocent body. I shouldn’t let him tear my panties off. But I do. He’s going to break me, turning me into his slave. He demands complete obedience, and I want to resist. I do. But my dark, rebellious heart won’t let me. Matteo I’ve never wanted to ruin someone as much as I want to ruin her. She’s the picture of innocence. Soft skin free from the toil of real work, pretty lips for sucking and the defiance in her eyes. I can’t wait to break her. To make her beg for mercy. To cry out my name when I steal the one thing she’s never given to another man. She thinks she can charm me into letting her go. But she doesn’t recognize the way the devil dances in my soul. I never expected her to become my obsession. But she is. And now I need to get rid of her before she consumes me.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He groans against my core entrance, the vibrations shooting straight inside me, writhing my entire body in the flames of mindless pleasure. I cry out a moan when I feel him thrust two fingers into my slick entrance. His fingers curl inside me, rubbing against that sweet spot inside me in tune with the assaulting mind-blowing rhythm of his tongue swirling and flicking around my clit. My hips rock against his pleasuring mouth and fingers, my hands mindlessly threading through his hair and tugging as I moan out his name in pleasure. His fingers slides out of my entrance only to drive back in, pumping in and out with incredible slickful thrusts. A burning sensation begins to grow inside me, building up and locking in with the mindless pleasure of his fingers driving in and out of me.... Book 2.... "I am going to fuck you like I hate you.” He growls. “It's going to be hard and fast and raw until you beg me for more. And I won't hold back. I'll keep fucking you even after that.” I bite my lip, feeling a flush of lust spread across my cheeks at his words. His hard cock is rubbing against my pussy, and I can't wait for him to fulfill that promise, for his cock to be buried inside me with pleasure. Before I can say anything, his hands are on me again as his lips lock with mine. This kiss is different from before—it is raw, desperate, and demanding. His hands slide down my back, gripping my hips and lifting me off the floor. My legs wrap around him, and he positions himself between my thighs, his cock thick and ready. I gasp in pleasure when he slams into me in one hard thrust....

"You want to know what turns me on?" "What?" I moaned, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my body. "You" he whispered against my skin. "the way you shiver under my touch" he pressed further into my body. "The way you moan out my name" I felt him kiss the back of my ears. "Your scars" I felt him trail his tongue along the scar on my left shoulder. "Every little and fucking big thing about you,princess" he cooed, while kissing my collarbone, and if hearing all that he said didn't heat me up, his touch definitely jumpstarted me, and once again, I was a dignified burning mess for him. _____ Maya wanted nothing but peace and for all of the bullying to stop. She had a wish for the moon goddess, too, to meet her parents and ask why she was abandoned at birth. Maya was dumped at birth to a pack who had no idea who her parents were; She was raised in the monastery by the nuns who worshipped something else instead of the moon goddess. When the Alpha dies in war, things take a dark turn for everyone in the monastery, including Maya. The bullying started, and became intense when Maya clocked twenty. An attempt to escape from her pack delivers her into the Royal Pack and straight into her mate's hands. Maybe Maya would be able to find happiness at last and freedom too. One can't be too sure with figures from the past and some little spirits who wouldn't let her go. One thing is certain for Maya; things are about to get real messy.

I never should have given him the time of day yet somehow, he found a way to earn my attention. He bothered me enough to want to strangle him but he didn't care. Wesley Adams didn't care anymore and that made everyone to take notice. He wanted to hide away but it was near impossible, due to him being the name that easily slipped from everyone's lips. Many fall from the throne but he left it. He wanted to be the forgotten and be amongst us, the unknowns. And it would have been easier, if only he simply left me alone. But ofcourse, he is Wesley Adams and is the most stubborn person, I've come to know. Hi stubbornness has made him look the other way and let his heart to take over. That's what he told me, he's claimed me as his, for his heart was mine. *********************************"** This is a story of two confused teens, trying to figure things out as they go.

Adventure Fantasy. Full of Action & Magic. Epic Story. Strong Male and Female Protagonist. Dragon Prince. The Last Dragon. Draco Black. "I won't let you go, Astrid. After almost a hundred years! Finally, I found you!" said Draco. To resurrect the dragon race, the last dragon prince must make a sacrifice in order to find The Heart of Magic, once stolen from his kingdom by a human sorcerer. “Draco, you are the last hope. The dragons' fate is in your hand,” said the old dragon before closing his eyes. During his journey, Draco Black had met Astrid Lewis, a girl with bad luck. She hated her life. Their fate seemed intertwined with each other. During the journey, they learned about trust, love, and friendship. Their bonding as Amicus, a partner in survival, was unbreakable. After many struggles, they found the truth about the awakened Heart of Magic. The hard choice should be made. Dragon. Sacrifice. Love. Every choice has its consequences.

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 1 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”