Male Concubine Novels & Stories

If someone wrongs them, they would tear them apart without a second thought. I try not to let my eyes wonder too much on the couples, showing respect to their bonds, but on the singles, I do not hold back. I am vaguely aware that I am like every other drooling human being in the building, but really, it cannot be helped. The girl – more like woman – is perfect. With what looks to be smooth, soft mocha skin with radiant, lustre midnight black locks, connecting to the most incredible icy blue eyes, she is a vision. And her curves are to die for. She almost makes me a little bit self-conscious. My glance sweeps across to the male beside her, a cheeky looking model who's totally ripped. Damn, he

I won’t be able to concentrate well with her so close to me like this. The event was in full progress, and I was yet to donate. The Cattaneos had donated billions right there; it was as if husband and wife were competing against each other. I quickly made my research on them and found out that they were both from rich families and were well off.

“Penthouse suite, top floor. Congratulations, by the way. Not many people get to black out in style. And what’s wrong with me being here? Many people would die for the chance to wake up to my face.” She gave him a dour look. He was not bad to look at. That was an understatement. Even with him lying there lazily, she could see the muscles under his skin. He was a beautiful man. But she was not one of his groupies. She was married. Sure, her marriage was in the bin but it was a line that was holding her back from jumping his bones. Not that she could with the state she was in. “Well,” he said, slowly rising to his full height, “let’s just say you were very enthusiastic about buying that last r

The Consort shall hold no custodial or legal rights unless expressly granted in writing by the Principal. 19(d) The existence or conception of such a child must be disclosed within seven (7) days to the Principal and his legal representatives. Concealment or deliberate nondisclosure will be considered a material breach of contract and grounds for immediate dissolution of the marriage and forfeiture of all compensations and privileges. 19(e) Any attempt to contest the above conditions will result in full legal and financial liability on the part of the Consort, including but not limited to the return of all monetary settlements, properties, or benefits obtained through this agreement.

“It seems so.” The club was a private, high-end place for the city's elite. Music hummed in the background, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive champagne. Rhysander’s inner circle, men and women as ruthless as him surrounded us. I stood by his side, my hand tucked into the crook of his arm, playing my part. I laughed at the right moments, I leaned into him when the cameras flashed, and I let him keep his hand on my waist. It was the most exquisite torture and I didn't want it to end.

I knew the monstrosity that was Constantine Bathory, and when he says concubine he really means unwilling slave. He did not plans on giving Calliope a choice, nor a way out of this arrangement. He would take what he wanted without asking at all. I had seen firat hand the cruelty he could inflict on the woman who were unfortunate enough to be subjected to his bed. Some never left his chambers alive, those who did wished they hadn't.

"Not without putting people I care about at risk." "People you care about?" His voice had gone flat, controlled in the particular way that told me he was working hard to keep something much larger locked down beneath it. "That is a curious phrase to use about a man photographed with his arms around my wife." "He is not what you think." "Then tell me what he is?" I stared at the photograph between us, at the careful angle of Marcus's face turned away from the camera, and felt the full weight of exactly how impossible this moment had become.

– Andreas, now, I am a young man with a young appearance, a man no more than 18 years old, who looked more like a muscular gigolo, wearing nothing more than a robe, lying on the bed, hugging his three concubines, and They were those women that he had the job of killing his rivals to keep. - Let's enjoy it, Mariana, Helena, and Cassandra. – He said, kissing each one of them. - Honey, I'm going to hang up. - He said. - Old bastard. – The woman said, getting into her limousine in the back, with her three men, boasting about her. - Where were we before we arrived? – The woman questioned her three men. - I was in your mouth. – One of them said. - I was in your breast. – The other said.

His hand went to my hair pushing my hair from my face. "Tell me you’re mine," he told me as we gazed into each other's eyes. "Tell me!" he ordered me. I didn't answer him, for I knew I belonged to his brother no matter how beautiful the moments we shared were. I was Alpha Maximus' concubine, not his. Marcel sat up and took me in his arms, my feet went around his waist, and I sat on his legs feeling his manhood no longer erect between my wet thighs. His arms went around my waist and his eyes stared hard into mine.

Different thoughts in the minds of the concubines. Malik's handsomeness is enough to make any woman wish to become Malik's maid, but they were his wives now and thought they will have access to him, they felt excited the day they got married to him, thinking they will have access to his gorgeous body, it pained their hearts every night going to bed alone, without touching the man they have fantasized in their day time. “Okay Jaguar, but won't you say hi to the favorite concubine you have chosen among us,” Xena said to Jaguar, referring to Sheba