Leather Thumb And Finger Guards Novels & Stories

️Warning ️ MATURE CONTENT Zara comes home to Willow Creek and crashes into forbidden heat with her best friend Amina's widowed dad, Elias. ****** Ripping my pants aside ..he slids his finger inside me .. eyes locked on mine ..I let out a gasp as I feels his powerful fingers touching the walls of my womanhood. "Should I stop?, he asked his voice raced with need and a hint of teasing to it.I shuttered, the pleasure overwhelming my sense of judgement and reasoning. I just had one thought in mind," I wanted him to fill me up,and fuck me, destroy my pussy without a care of anyone, not even my best friend." ***** When the pregnancy test turns positive, the secret explodes. Elias wants her and their baby forever. Amina finding out her best friend is carrying her father's child could ruin everything. Raw, unprotected, age-gap obsession with one life-altering surprise.

Dash is no stranger to pain, but he learned from a young age to conceal it from the world. He grew up watching his parents fight, his mother crying herself to sleep while his father drowned himself in booze. That’s not the life he wants for himself. Dash swore off women right there and then, but growing up, his hormones played a significant part in turning him into a man-.  Dash is a single billionaire with a gigantic dark secret. He is the Underboss of the biggest Mafia in New York City. Dash likes to sleep around, and rarely sleeps with the same girl twice, but his sense of humor and his charismatic smile make every girl bow at his will until he meets the only girl who won’t look twice at him.  Grace is Dash’s polar opposite, but opposites attract and Dash can’t stop thinking about the girl he saved the night he covered his twin brother’s . The girl who was dancing on the table trying to strip her clothes, and ended up in his arms. The same girl that emptied her stomach all down his new leather jacket.  Getting to know Grace and trying to seduce her will be Dash’s biggest challenge, bigger than taking down the Italian Mob that is threatening their power in New York. How serious will Dash be about Grace when he sees a target on her back? Will he be able to put her above everything and everyone, or will go back to his old self not caring about anyone else? This is the second book of The Legacies Series. You can read this book as a stand-alone, but for better comprehension, it is advisable to read the first book of the series. “The Reaper CEO” 

Sweet warning, my darling sinner… These pages are dripping with the kind of temptation that will make your thighs clench and your prayers turn filthy. Once you start reading, you won’t want absolution—you’ll beg for more sin. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In shadowed confessionals and candlelit cathedrals, forbidden desire ignites again and again… She kneels in nothing but a sheer black lace nightdress that barely hides her hardened nipples, wrists bound in leather and silver chains. “Forgive me, Father,” she whispers, voice trembling as the cold rosary beads slip between her slick folds. His deep voice answers from the darkness: “No forgiveness tonight, little lamb… only my cock teaching you how to worship.” Another night, another altar. A different priest’s strong hand slides under her nightdress, fingers circling her swollen clit while his lips brush her ear: “You came here to confess your sins… but your dripping pussy already told me everything.” And in the moonlit sacristy, she’s bent over the holy table, nightdress hiked up, collar tight, as he growls against her neck, “Every time you moan my name, another angel loses its wings… now scream for me, baby girl.” Ten scorching stories. Ten powerful priests. One deliciously wicked collection of priest-sinner BDSM romance that will leave you wet, breathless, and aching to be ruined. Leather. Chains. Rosaries used in ways God never intended. Unholy pleasure has never felt so heavenly. **Indulge. Submit. Sin.** Ready to kneel for every single story? Turn the page… and let them all ruin you.

On Mother's Day, I take my mom to a hotel under my company for a vacation. We've just sat on a leather couch in the lobby for a short while when the supervisor-in-training, Jacob White, rushes over angrily and yanks us up to our feet. "This couch is meant for the guests who have applied for a VIP membership in this hotel! For broke tourists like you, you're welcome to stay in a cheap motel! Don't leech off the cool air generated by our air conditioners here!" My brows are knotted into a frown instantly. I'm about to declare my identity when Jacob shows me a bill and demands that I pay 1,500 dollars for a meal here. My expression goes dark immediately. "We've just arrived at the hotel, and we barely even have a sip of water here. Why should we pay 1,500 dollars for a meal here?" Jacob rolls his eyes at me before rapping his knuckles on the counter in an arrogant manner. "Those who stay at this hotel must pay this sum! We're serving fancy food here, you know! It's your business to consume it, but regardless, you still have to pay up!" Unable to endure Jacob's antics anymore, I tell him to call the manager over. But he sneers at me before pointing at his name tag. "This hotel belongs to my godsister! I'm the one who calls the shots in the entire lobby! No one can help you this time, regardless of who you lodge a complaint to!" I stiffen up on the spot. I'm the only son in this family, and my relatives never meddle with my hotel businesses. Who the hell is this so-called godsister that has usurped my position as the owner?

His hand cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek, and I’m burning so hot I’m surprised his skin doesn’t blister. “We can’t do this,” he growls, but he doesn’t pull away. “I know.” My voice breaks. “But how can this be wrong when it feels so right?” His jaw clenches. “Because you belong to him.” “I belong to you,” I whisper. “The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” For one endless moment, he just stares at me like I’m destroying him.Then his mouth crashes into mine, and the world burns. *** My brother’s mistake started a war. My surrender ended it. When Kaz Ryker, the most feared Alpha in the realm, spares my dying pack, the price isn’t gold or territory—it’s me. As his wife. His prize. His to claim. I tell myself I can survive this. That I can marry a monster and keep my heart intact. What I don’t expect, is for the mate bond to snap into place with the wrong man. He’s not the man I’m supposed to marry. He’s the one I’m fated to love. And he’s determined to deny it. But my body doesn’t care what he wants. And neither does fate. Trapped between two powerful wolves and a destiny I never asked for, I’m about to learn that some bonds can’t be denied. Even if they burn us all to ash.

I'm on my knees because they told me to kneel. Not because I have to—because I want to. Because when Haruto's hand grips my hair and Marcus whispers "good girl" in my ear and Julian watches with those grey eyes that miss nothing, I feel more loved than I ever have alone. Haruto pulls my head back, makes me look up at all three of them. "Whose are you?" he asks. "Mine," Marcus answers first, running a thumb across my bottom lip. "Ours," Julian corrects quietly, and the word settles in my chest like a heartbeat. They take turns using my mouth,and my body. Haruto is desperate and possessive, fucking my throat like he's still making up for six years of silence. Marcus holds my hand through it, sweet even when he's rough. Julian watches until he can't anymore, then joins, then takes over. When they lay me on the bed and surround me—Haruto inside me, Marcus at my mouth, Julian whispering filthy praise in my ear—I understand. This isn't about control. It's about being so completely theirs that nothing else matters. Not even the woman who wants me dead. But that's later. Right now, I have three men who love me, and I'm exactly where I belong. On my knees. On my back. In their arms. Always.

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

Warning !!! Mature content (18+) "Ah get me out of here, open my hands please." In this cold weather, her body was drowning in the cold water, her hands and feet were tied, and she was unable to get out of the bathtub. Until hours ago, I was the best person in the world to her, I knew but now seeing my brutal face, she was shivering with fear and cold. "How quick was it for you to be punished, who told you to go for a walk in the house and see it all?" She was shivering with cold and fear while I was constantly smiling. "Pup . . Please …” She was pleading with her eyes closed in a broken voice shivering from the cold. Her lips as well as her body were now turning blue. I sat on the floor next to her. She was losing consciousness while saying something in a low voice. "Oh No... How weak you are, you offensive ones, you cannot bear even a little." I put my thumb and forefinger together to indicate a slight pain and pitifully looked at her unconscious existence. I was not ready to listen my wolf this time. I was just remembering my brother’s painful death. - This is a story of a ruthless and cruel Alpha, who wants revenge for his brother but melts, when he met her. Alex was an innocent girl, madly in love with Alpha Conard. He wants revenge but what will happen when he found out that she was his mate? What will he do now? Will this love last forever? Or he will leave her?

**The Cursed Alpha** ##Warning## Highly addictive! You may suffer a gripping inability to look away once you start! I highly recommend! *I heard her whispered words before I sank my fangs into her soft flesh. “I love you, Brian.” ‘As I love you, Lyra.’ I screamed from the edges of consciousness as my wolf devoured her body, with no one but the damned moon and the woods as witnesses to my depravity.* Cursed to a life of heartbreak and bloodshed, Alpha Brian has lost fourteen mates to a dark legacy he cannot escape. His world changes when he meets Violet—a spirited 17-year-old werewolf with a painful past and a muted inner wolf. This time, Brian jealously guards his heart, but there is no escaping his mate bond or Vi’s burgundy gaze. Thrown together by fate, Violet must navigate her new role as a wolfless Luna within Brian's guarded pack, while he grapples with the curse that threatens to take her from him. As rogue attacks loom and secrets unravel, their bond becomes the key to breaking the curse—or Violet's ultimate undoing. Nestle in the cold glare of the full moon, and discover a compelling tale of love, betrayal, and redemption in **The Cursed Alpha**.

In the Beast World, elven bloodlines can produce stronger half-breed offspring. After the Great War of the Ancient Races, elves began to classify themselves by the integrity of their wings. Substandard elves could purchase and tame werewolves to serve as their lifelong guards and companions. Before my parents passed away, they ordered a werewolf named Nolan to protect me—and, incidentally, to produce offspring. But that werewolf, who was exceptional in every way, despised me intensely. He would often berate me: “A deformed, worthless elf like you should just disappear. You’re not fit to be my mate!” After he smashed every item in the house yet again, I fled the house in a panic. By chance, I stumbled into an abandoned shelter, where a massive gray wolf’s paw reached out from the shadows and gripped my shoulder. The werewolf’s deep, golden eyes gestured for me to look at the sign standing nearby: ‘Defective Models: Trade -In Welcome.’ Tears welled in his eyes as a low, choked sob escaped his throat: “Master… take me home.” He was right. It was time to replace the one at home with a new one. But when I told Nolan to move out of my house, he braced his paws against the doorframe, his eyes red-rimmed: “You’re abandoning me just for that wild wolf?”