Lonesome Dove

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.    "What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.    "Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."   "Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.    "You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."    I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me. *** After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger. To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely. By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle. And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back. How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?

On my wedding day, my husband abandoned me to marry his childhood sweetheart, while I was tortured to death. *** Yeah. That was how my first life ended, pathetic. Wasn't it? I was the perfect fiancée: quiet, obedient, hopelessly in love with a man who never loved me back. For three years, I erased myself to become Adrian Whitmore's first love, Isabella Clarke, the woman he truly loved. I cooked for him, fought for him, and even gave up my father's company for him. And what did I get in return? Betrayal. Humiliation. Death. But heaven gave me another chance. I wake up three years earlier, at our engagement party. The same party where Adrian threw our rings into the pool and I—desperate and pathetic—dove in to retrieve them. Not this time. This time, I throw the rings back in his face. I expose his secrets, reclaim my father's empire, and walk away from the man who never deserved me. But Adrian isn't ready to let go. The obedient woman who worshipped him is gone, replaced by someone he can't control or predict. For the first time in his arrogant life, he wants what he can't have—me. Too bad I'm done being anyone's second choice. With a sweet billionaire offering genuine devotion and a dangerous mafia boss promising absolute protection, I finally have options. Meanwhile, Adrian watches helplessly as I become everything he never let me be. In my first life, I died for love. In my second life, everyone who hurt me will pay.

From Best Selling Author, Rosie. Warning: This book has adult scenes, BDSM, and some violence. It’s all heat, lust, and obsession. Unveiling the Tapestry of Pleasure dives into forbidden love, wild passion, and dangerous attraction. Every chapter gives you something new, secret affairs, risky relationships, and characters who crave hard and love harder. Think Mafia, Landlord, Alpha, every dirty fantasies you can think of. Professor and student. Neighbor crush. Master and submissive. If you’re 18+ and ready for filthy, wild, messy passion then this ride is for you. She tasted too good, if I knew she would be this way, I would've had her from the beginning. I watched as her body shivered, I bent her body, pushing her ass up. Remembering how she had frustrated me, and how I had to be without a car for a week, joining the bus, a wicked idea came to my mind. I kissed her ass before I left the bed to grab my belt. I was going to teach my little dove a little lesson. She watched me as I approached her with the belt, eyes scared. “ shhhhh… you’ll love it” I assured her before raising the belt up and colliding it with her ass. She moaned and cried as I taught her a lesson. “Are you going to taunt me again?” She nodded her head no as I hit her ass. Satisfied at how red they were, I touched her fold with my fingers and she moaned, her pussy was coated with her juice. I smiled, that’s my girl. I dug my nails into her ass and pulled her close, savoring her as her cunt swallowed my dick. She moaned and cried, begging for more.

His eyes were red . The girl in front of him was looking all innocent but she was behind all his miseries . He badly wanted to throw her out of the house . If it wasn't for her parents he would have throw her out of the house . He controlled his inner beast . ' Listen you gold digger I am giving you a day . A single day, pack your cloths and get the hell out of my house . ' The girl in front of him shivered like a leaf in storm . He came dangerously close to her . She felt his breath and so did he . ' Or else I will show you what happens to gold digger like you . I am not interested in you . But I will make your life hell .And I am man of my words . ' His eyes were precising her soul . ************************** ' No no please I beg you don't this to me . Please you can hit me, beat me but don't touch me . Please . ' She cried in agony . She can't take it anymore . She is tired of this life . She felt pathetic of her helplessness. ' Shhh!!! Dove I am with you . I am so sorry . For me you are in this condition . I am so sorry . ' He couldn't control his tears anymore . He actually made her life hell . *************************** *Will you ever be able to forgive the person who made your life hell ?* *Will you ever be able to spend your life whom you hate ?* *Will you ever be able to amend your destiny?* Join the journey of Advika and Siddharth to find how they find love in pain and sorrow, in repentance and grief, in hate and lie. Remember not every love is selfless. This is the story of beast's selfish love for his beauty.

Twenty-five years old Ashley Zoryana was born and raised in the middle state, wife of Andriy Norman and a proud mother of Katie, her sweet little fairy princess. Her life was not the perfect one but with her husband and child, everything was more than perfect... There was nothing else she could ever wish for. Andriy is a soldier, working in the middle state Army force. Sworn to protect his country. He got caught up in the war between the Middle state and Northland leaving behind his beautiful wife and child. Ashley thought her life was perfect, not until the news about her husband's death came flying like a dove, chirping like a parrot in her ears. She thought all was over and was willing to live her life with her daughter but fate was way cruel, taking away her fairy princess land eaving her with nothing to hold on. to She was chased away from her husband's home by her stepmother Ivanna who has never liked her since the very beginning. Jolly, Andriy's sister was happy and ready to make her life a living hell. Alina, her best friend stood by her through it all. Ashley blames herself for her child's death and decides to work with the children's hospital, hoping to right her wrongs. She came in contact with a little sick boy, Kayden, son of Anton, the well-known billionaire finds herself falling for him without realizing it. Beckon to her, he was her one nightstand. She was willing to let herself consume in her newfound feeling not until Andriy popped out of the blue, setting her in a state of confusion as she found herself stuck between both men. Will she choose Anton whom she's come to love or Andriy whom she's never stopped loving?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.