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On our fifth anniversary, Alpha Liam gave me nothing more than a simple pack mark of protection. That same night, he held a bonding ceremony with his first love, the she-wolf Seraphina. I refused to accept it. He accused me of being irrational. “My bonding with Seraphina is for the future of the pack, not because I still have feelings for her.” “You’re only human. Shouldn’t my pack’s mark be enough? This was your final test, Elena, and you’ve failed.” I walked away. And he turned around and proposed to Seraphina. Five years later, we met again at an exclusive hotel designated by the Alpha Council. His pack was on the verge of becoming a major power, and he had Seraphina, draped in a moonlight silk gown, on his arm. When he saw me, covered in sand and standing ankle-deep in the hotel’s ornamental fountain, he frowned. “Elena,” he scoffed. “You looked down on my protection back then. Look at you now. I bet you can’t find a single pack in this city willing to take in a human.” “And don’t think this pathetic display will make me take you back.” I ignored him. My cub’s treasured moonstone, a gift he’d found while combing the beach, had slipped into the fountain. The little guy was beside himself, and I had to find his precious amulet.

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Elena escaped to the exclusive Azure Resort with one goal: to finally feel alive again. After years trapped in a passionless relationship that left her body aching and unsatisfied, the 28-year-old craved raw, unrestrained pleasure — no commitments, no judgments. What she never expected was him. Damian Vale — the ruthless business mogul whose name commanded boardrooms and billions. He was at the resort for a discreet high-stakes deal, his days filled with power plays and his nights reserved for darker indulgences. One smoldering look across the beach bar was all it took. No names at first. No promises. Just pure, magnetic lust. What begins as a single reckless night explodes into an all-consuming obsession. He claims her body with the same commanding intensity he brings to his empire — pinning her against the balcony railing under the moonlight, devouring her in the private infinity pool where anyone could watch, and driving her to shattering orgasms on silk sheets with rough hands, filthy commands, and relentless thrusts. Night after night, Elena surrenders completely. Every touch deeper. Every thrust harder. Every climax more devastating than the last. She came seeking freedom from her boring past. He gave her an addiction she never wanted to quit. But how long can she lose herself in the mogul’s touch before the powerful stranger demands more than just her body?

"Be my son's mother." He stated as he pushed the marriage form in front of her. "Marry me." As his secretary, she was used to his glares but this time, his stare felt like he was gobbling her up into his stomach.It was hypnotizing yet, she didn't fall for it. Anger filled her instead, then she stood her ground and said. "I refuse." ***** Alisha has worked for Kristoff Montenegro for three years. Three long years of insults. Three long years of sarcastic comments. Three long years of sufferings. She did everything he asked of her and even went beyond of her responsibilities to make her work perfect, but it's still not enough for his standards. Not surprisingly she started thinking of inventive ways to murder her boss. From stabbing him with a plastic knife. From strangling him with his silk tie. From bashing him with his attache case, Alisha has thought of everything. However, all of a sudden as if fate is mocking her, he proposed to her. It's understandable if Kristoff like her but she knew without a doubt that he didn’t. But when the attraction that has always been there between them, concealed by layers of their antipathy suddenly ignited, nothing can stop the fire between them from burning.. There's just a small problem - Kristoff actually has a secret that can get Alisha killed.

You have to moan quietly and squirt loudly😉 This is not just a book it’s a combination of all your dirtiest,nuttiest fantasies, porn in a book and you can even pretend to be reading something educative😉 40 plus fantasy come to life. Are you ready to keep rubbing your thighs together? Grab your blankets and turn off the light you are about to get wet. Veronica is a fit, thirty-nine-year-old MILF trapped in a sexless marriage with a husband who can't satisfy her. Her world is turned upside down when she catches a glimpse of her twenty four-year-old son-in-law, Leo, in the shower. One look at his massive, nine-inch dick is all it takes to make her pussy soak through her silk panties. Unable to control her hunger, she corners him in his office and demands he fuck her right on the desk. What follows is a forbidden descent into pure lust. From Leo sneaking into her bed to fuck her while her daughter sleeps nearby, to a wet ambush in the shower where he hammers her from behind, Veronica can’t get enough of his thick dick stretching her out. Every encounter is a risky game of high-stakes pleasure where they have to muffle their moans and hide the scent of his cum. Veronica has finally found the only man who can hit her sweet spot, and she’s ready to risk everything to keep that giant dick inside her pussy.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

Five years ago, Elara Thorne died in a wreckage of twisted metal and flames. Or so the world believed. In reality, she was running from the powerful Vance family who wanted her erased, and running from Julian Vance, the man who had shattered her heart before she could even tell him she was carrying his twins. Now, Elara is a shadow in the city, a mother living on the edge of survival. But the "Ice King" of New York has a long memory and even longer reach. When Julian catches a glimpse of a familiar face at an elite gala, his world of cold calculation turns into a furnace of obsession. He doesn't find a grieving ex-lover. He finds a woman who has become a lioness, and two children who are the perfect, sapphire-eyed images of himself. Julian doesn’t ask for forgiveness. He demands a debt. He drags Elara from the gutters of Brooklyn into the heights of his glass palace, forcing her into a Marriage of Convenience. He wants his heirs. He wants his revenge. And most of all, he wants to possess the woman who dared to make a fool of him. But Julian has forgotten one thing: a woman who has already survived death has nothing left to fear. As Elara steps back into the world of the elite, she isn't there to play the dutiful wife. She is a Trojan horse in a red silk dress, ready to dismantle the Vance empire from within.

"You were his Luna," Lucien’s voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine." Evelara’s breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I’ll fall into your bed just because you’re the Supreme?" A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You’ll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit… that I’m the bond he never deserved." ——————— Evelara Stormrune’s life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again. But fate isn’t finished with her… When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not—ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own. Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole… or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel?

"Sign here." With two cold words and a flick of a fountain pen, Aeron King ended our three-year marriage. No explanation. No regret. Just the chilling silence of a man who thought I was a pawn he could finally discard. He thinks he’s free of the obedient wife his family forced him to marry. He’s wrong. Thanks to a hidden clause in our pre-nup, the divorce won't be final for ninety days. Ninety days to live in his mansion, breathe his air, and remind him exactly what he’s losing. I’m done with the modest dresses and the silent smiles. I’m trading my compliance for silk lingerie and a lethal new ambition. I’m going to make him crave me. I’m going to make him jealous. I’m going to make him realize that the boring woman he rejected is the only woman he’ll ever truly want. But the game has changed. My father didn't just sell me to the Kings; he’s now using me as a weapon to dismantle their empire. Caught between a husband who suspects me of being a spy and a father who threatens to ruin me, I have to play a dangerous double game. Aeron King thinks he’s the master of the boardroom, but for the next three months, this house is my kingdom. By Day 90, I won't be the one begging for mercy. He will.