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"Do I scare you Jane ?" He suddenly asked after watching me like an eagle stalks his prey. I couldn't dare look him in the eye. I could only lower my gaze and fiddle with my fingers. He hummed again, a sound so pleasing to my ears, "tell me what you've heard about me." I immediately looked up, blinking at me, thrown off balance to see the amusement in his eyes. Was he being serious right now? "Cat got your tongue, little one?" He tilted a brow at me and I found myself blushing under the intensity of his gaze. "You're a monster." I squeaked, waiting for him to grow enraged and send me to the land of the dead. Jane Miller was sold to the cold, ruthless Lycan King to give him an heir. Would she survive the sinister plans of his arranged mate?

I shoot to my feet and practically scream, “She?!? They’re sending a woman?” I suddenly hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor, and turn to see a pair of eyes I never thought I’d be seeing again. “Yes, Tate, they sent a woman. I’ve been hired to save your sorry ass,” she calmly states with a look of disgust in her ocean blue eyes. **** What will happen when Ashton Tate, the scandal-ridden MVP second baseman, comes face-to-face with his ex-girlfriend, Elizabeth Mason, whom the team has hired to salvage his reputation and career? Sparks are sure to fly when the two of them are forced to spend every waking moment together, in an effort to revamp his bad-boy image. Unresolved grudges, past heartache, and malicious former flames and rivals block the path to redemption at every turn. Can Elizabeth help Ashton find his way back to the man he once was, or is this his last strikeout?

His thick cock slammed into her soaked pussy again and again, the wet slapping sound echoing through the room. “Fuck… please,” she moaned like a whore, legs shaking as he pinned her down. “Don’t pull out… cum inside me. Breed me, Daddy.” A filthy collection of 50+ long, dripping-wet stories where willing girls beg to be owned. Every story follows a different woman who craves one thing: to be used, stretched, and pumped full of thick cum by a dominant man who doesn’t pull out. From sweet innocents discovering their slutty side to greedy girls who can’t get enough, they all spread their legs and beg to be bred. Expect rough sex, filthy dirty talk, deep creampies, and multiple long chapters of pure, nasty fucking. If you love watching desperate girls get ruined and filled, this book will keep your pussy throbbing and your cock hard for days.

Hunter Vaugh, very known in the circuit of clandestine fights as The Sickle, was suspended form UFC for being a very unstable fighter and not being able to restrain his anger out of the rings. He is back to Portland and now dedicates himself to his bar, but he can’t adapt to this slow life. He’s a man who likes the sound of his Harley Davidson and to ride the curves of beautiful women. But behind that bad boy mask, all he desires is to have a woman that’s only his who will accept the beast that lives in him. Margareth Hanks is a veterinarian who just arrived in town, by a blow from destiny she sees herself face to face with Hunter turned into a wolf… He tasted Maggie’s soft skin, seduced by the her tempting scent, now Hunter is obsessed with this woman, he needs to have her at all cost.

"What are you doing Sebestian?" "What does it feels like I am doing" Sebestian whispered back while he let his fingers boldly strike over the quickly bulge in Allen pants. "Please stop, we can't do this here, and and you don't me as your omega so stop touching me" Allen whispered back, trying to sound firm but his hips jerking up to seek friction betrayed him and Sebestian just smiled smugly at him. "Even if I don't want you baby, but it doesn't matter you have right to flirt with anyone. Remember you are mine, only mine". Or the one where Sebestian can't keep his hands off of Allen, even he don't want him or Sebestian still behave like he own Allen, even he don't want him.

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

‎"An entire life can collapse because of one unverified assumption." ‎ ‎"It might sound ridiculous but that's the heartbeat of my story." ‎ ‎ ‎"Not greed, not betrayal. But a momentary decision based on an assumption." ‎ ‎ ‎********* ‎ ‎When Emilia Moretti learnt she was dying due to cancer, she was devastated. It became a calamity when she caught her husband of five years cheating, she decided she had enough of this loveless marriage. ‎ ‎She didn't confront him, she didn't complain, she walked away from it all, broken in both body and mind. ‎ ‎ ‎With her clock ticking, she decides to take fate by the horns. However, she soon discovers that what she believed might have been based on a fallacy both she and her ex-husband might have ended up being victims of. ‎ ‎The real tragedy wasn't that she was wrong, it was that she never checked.

“His fiancée is at the door. His hand is over my mouth. And he hasn't stopped fucking the soul out of me.” Maeve Whitmore was hired to be invisible. But to a predator like Xavier Greaves, innocence is an invitation to destroy. Xavier doesn’t do just romance; he does transactions. He’s engaged to a socialite to seal a billion dollar merger, but it’s Maeve’s biological betrayal he craves. He doesn't want her heart—he wants her submission and the sound of her breaking on the very desk where he signs his deals. From glass walled boardrooms to the back of moving limos, Xavier marks her where the world can’t see. Maeve hates the man, but her body weeps for the friction of his skin. In this game of forbidden lust, the only rule is silence—and Xavier is determined to hear her scream his name while the world watches from the other side of the glass.

His grip on her neck tightened as he rammed into her, the sound of her moans filling up his office. “Say it,” He whispered. “Say you belong to me,” The words tremble on her tongue, half plea, half surrender. “I… belong to you.” Her body trembled, caught between wanting to run and wanting to fall deeper into whatever this was. Serafina had just one job to do. Infiltrate his mafia. Obtain information. And kill him. And she would do anything it takes to get the job done, even if it means submitting to a demon. Dimitri Volkov is ruthless, untouchable and looked like pure, undiluted sin. He was not the kind of man you love. He was the kind of man that ruins you and makes you enjoy it. And now Dimitri doesn’t just want her body, her wants her heart, mind and soul. And once the mafia king decides you are his, he never lets you go.

I broke my leg in a car accident last week and had been stuck at home recovering, unable to go anywhere. Just as I was starting to go stir-crazy, a couple moved into the house next door—the one that had been empty for ages. I pressed my ear to the wall, catching every sound of them making love, and even recorded quite a bit. Still, I never expected something so sinister to happen. The man next door sounded exactly like my dead husband! I moved my phone closer to the wall and listened carefully. Suddenly, a scream exploded through the wall. “Lindy, you’ll die for this!” My scalp went numb. My husband was mute. The only time he ever spoke in his life… was the night I forced his head into a bucket of water. How did the man next door know my husband’s last words before he died?