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My boyfriend thought I was just a nerd. When he was drunk, he complained to his friends. “Does it matter if she has good grades? Her family’s broke. You know, I could slap a wad of cash in her face, and she’d come crawling like a dog.” However, I later ended up crying and sitting on a certain someone’s lap. He kissed me from behind my ear down to my neck and chuckled softly. “Hmm, a nerd? Does he even know that you’re actually the daughter of the city’s biggest real estate tycoon?”

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

“Don't come closer. There is no way I will let you have me again” he pulls him even closer, ignoring every word Reece just spilled. As always his signature grin on his face. He was so close in a way Reece could feel his warm breath and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His grip tightened around his ass giving it a little squeeze. “Hmm,” a little moan escapes Reece’s throat. He quickly held his hands over his mouth preventing further provocation. He was hard again, the man before him realized a trump smile. Reece may fight and talk trash, but for some reason, he obeys the man's every touch and provocation. He was like a lap rat in the hands of his abuser. The hands around his waist gently loosened up, letting him free, but before he could register what was happening, his hands slid down into his jeans ``no.. not again!!!

“Are they ours?” I took a step back, trying to distance away from Hudson only to feel another strong pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind. “Scared?” I shivered, feeling bolts of electric shock rushing through my whole body from his touch. It was Brixton who was now behind me, locking me in his strong embrace. “You want to escape, huh?” “I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I bit my lips, then my breath hitched when I saw how Hudson’s eyes flickered into red orbs. “Don’t test our patience, kitten.” He closed the distance between us before cupping my chin to make me stare up at him. My heart pounded rapidly as their intoxicating scent filled my nose. “Or do you want us to remind you again what happened that night, hmm?” ~~~ After being cruelly rejected by her mate and expelled from her pack, Leah seeks refuge in the human city, where a one-night stand with two enigmatic strangers leads to an unexpected twist—her being pregnant with triplets! Determined to escape her past, the only solution she could think of was to fly to another country. Yet, five years later, she finds herself again entangled with Hudson and Brixton, the very same twins she spent the night with and the father of her triplets. They’re the most sought-after bachelors in town – insanely rich billionaires who seems hell bent on… seducing her. Leah knew she had to guard her heart against these playboys, knowing that there was more behind their rich identities. But will she be able to resist the intoxicating pull of desire? With dangers lurking around the corner, what will happen when the twins find out she got pregnant and gave birth to their triplets?

"What are you doing, Ms. Samantha?" Jack angrily said after seeing the employee chit-chatting with some random guys while the other girls are waiting for her service.  The surprised look was evident to the librarian when she sees her boss in front of them. She also stood up in her seat, and she gave a quick bow to her boss. But Jack ignored it. He walks in the direction of a librarian. "This is not an hour of flirting. I'm not paying you a lot of money only to flirt. But, if you like to seduce some guys. So, why don’t we make it intense for the men you’re flirting with? Hmm?" He smirks at his librarian, whose name is Samantha. "S-Sir…I-I'm sorry…I-I will never do…i-it…a-again…j-just please…s-spare my life." "Oh, sweetie, I'm not going to kill you. But, I'll help you to seduce a guy, you want?"The woman quickly shook her head many times because of fear. "N-no…no… si-sir please…no!" But she can't stop her boss from ripping her uniform. When Jack finished tearing off her upper and lower uniform, he even grinned demonically. "You're welcome, sweetie, don't cry. I'm just helping." Jack Krean Tomizara Miller is known as heartless and ruthless. He doesn't even care about people who beg him or asking him to forgive them for what they've done. He humiliated many employees.  So it isn't easy to get a new one on his property, even how significant the income is because they knew him as a demon. But a woman will give a try to apply as a new librarian. She's Linzi Mikaele Franzie.  What will be her fate after entering the famous library and meeting the Notorious Mafia King, Jack?

“Hmm… just looking at it like this isn’t satisfying, isn’t it? How about you and I… we touch each other?” Intimate whispers along with warm breaths hit the crook of Damian’s neck, in the next second he felt something springy kissing for a moment. Making his eyes widen. Moreover, he had to resist the temptation of the smell of blood from the body, to hide the fact that he was a vampire. The beautiful woman’s hand began to lose control, touching the curve of her beautifully formed stomach. Then smirked and sat back down, still on top. A short call came out of the mouth, immediately four men entered the room. Then they stood far behind Almeera Laurens. “Can you guys teach this guy how to make me scream?” she asked casually. Damian couldn’t close his eyes when he realized the meaning of the woman’s words. Soon, it will be her meal!

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

She caught her mate in bed with her sister. Neither of them looked remorseful. Rage, heartbreak, and betrayal surged through her. She packed her things and severed the bond with her mate. Then she left for the north-To the Red Blood Moon Pack, with one goal in mind: To seduce her ex-mate’s uncle. But instead..she turned out to be his fated mate. And everything was going in her favor. She would use the uncle to get what she wanted Not fall in love. After all, her ex’s blood ran in this man’s veins. But the mate bond has other plans. [From The Story] “Fvck,” Serra moaned as her ex-mate’s uncle shoved his large d**k into her, it was ecstasy. Only pleasure. His eyes were locked on hers....It reminded her of her ex, but there was softness in them, like he wanted her, like he needed her. Her first goal was complete. But now, her mind was fogged with pleasure. “Ahhhhhh,” he hit that spot again, and her head fell back in bliss. “Hmm, ahhh,” she moaned, Their gaze deep. He was big. Hard. She could feel everything inside her. Her grip tightened on his bare back, nails digging into him. She hadn’t heard him say a word, only his eyes, those deep, unreadable eyes, stared straight into her soulThen, the memory hit. Her ex-mate. The betrayal. Tears she had held back now streamed freely. She had given him everything, only to be thrown aside like she was nothing. It hurt so damn bad. His thrusts grew rougher. She screamed, It hurt, but she still felt every inch of him. Her legs trembled, sore and stretched. “Please,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Then don’t think of him” he growled. “Think of me.”

　Just two weeks after their wedding, Raphael left for the other side of the world on business. Two years later, when he returned, Grace barely recognized her own husband. 　　 　　Everyone knew their marriage was nothing more than a business deal between two powerful families. To Grace, it was simply the last hurdle on her way to freedom. She barely knew her husband. All she really knew was that he was rigid, dull, and emotionally detached—like a financial machine. She figured he must find her just as insufferable—dramatic, and high-maintenance. When Grace placed the divorce papers in front of Raphael, stating that she wanted to end this loveless marriage, he merely looked at her, his gaze warm yet unreadable. He gently took her hand and murmured in a husky voice, half-smiling, 「Hmm? Did I not please you enough last night?」