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‘Spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs. This book contains high sexual content, it is not for readers younger than🔞. Clogged in the web of dissatisfaction I had always thought that I had a problem with being sexually satisfied, until I met the very man who I should never think of moaning to, he is my acting father Mr. Ignazio Vecenzo, Thompson. A sex machine who knew how to please my body and when exactly to stop. I had many plans for the day and none included moaning to the man I should call father, after bumping into him with his miraculous member sliding in and out of his hand, I found myself wishing to have him for just a day, however, my mind wind off to having him forever as his deft fingers found my clit, ripping moans off my throat, as no one has ever done. As lines fell pleasantly for me, I found myself moaning to him every single day taking his sexual command, being daddy’s good girl, and wishing for nothing other than to have him buried deep inside of me. Navigating my way through so many obstacles, I realized that my lust for him had whirled into love and I was determined to keep him even if it meant going against the entire world. However he was not the good man I fell for, he was the monster I never knew existed, a killer Machine and a man who has so many darksides yet I crave him gravier than any other.. Again, this book contains high sexual content. Recommended for readers older than 18.

After dying in prison from experimentation, I had gone back in time 2 years before my death. My faith in the Imperial Family, my affection for my own family, they can all go to hell! For that goal, I seek the second prince of this Empire, Azazel von Elysian for cooperation. "I will help you become the Emperor. In return, make me your Empress. I want everyone to be at my feet." With this agreement, we were bound by a bond where we would crush the Empire to create anew. I will make him the perfect Tyrant. - "Verena, tell me what you desire. I'll give it to you with all my heart." He whispered softly to my ear while holding me from behind, as if to lock me in his embrace forever. "Why are you asking me when we have already reached our goals?" He tighten his embrace, burying his head onto my shoulder. "... Please forget I asked." As time passes, he has developed a strong attachment to me, bordering on obsession. "Please don't abandon me... If you do, I'll kill myself." My eyes went wide, shiver ran down my spine as I unconsciously stepped back because of his threat. That Tyrant Emperor that I created is kneeling on the floor in front of me, the one who has used him. As if he's child who would be abandoned by his parents. I thought he would hate me at the least, but he turned into a crazy, obsessive tyrant that followed my wishes. He wouldn't let me escape his golden cage that he created for me. "If you're going to hell, Verena, bring me along with you." - Warning : The story contains adult content such as violence, consumption of heavy drinks, illegal drugs, blood and murder. Readers who are uncomfortable with the content, it's recommended not to read.

Antes de completar dezoito anos, eu era a adorada princesa da família Moretti. Tudo mudou no meu décimo oitavo aniversário, quando meu pai trouxe para casa uma garota órfã chamada Carina. — Ela precisa de um lar. — Disse meu pai. — Você cuidará dela, como uma irmã. A partir daquele momento, nada foi igual. Meu irmão, que antes me adorava, tornou-se frio e distante. E meu noivo... o amor dele por mim parecia se reduzir pela metade da noite para o dia. A família elogiava Carina por ser dócil e obediente, chamando-a de uma filha muito melhor do que eu, sua própria carne e sangue. Depois de muito ser deixada de lado por Carina, finalmente desabei e segurei a manga do meu pai. — O sangue não significa nada? — Perguntei. A fúria do meu pai se acendeu. Ele abrigou Carina em lágrimas atrás dele, e diante de toda a família, deu-me um tapa no rosto. — Seu desperdício egoísta. Eu devia nunca ter tido você. — Você traz vergonha a esta família. — A voz do meu irmão Marco soou fria como uma lâmina. — Saia. E meu noivo, Vincent, olhou para mim com desapontamento: — Se ao menos eu estivesse noivo da Carina desde o início. Eles achavam que eu me curvaria aos pés deles, como sempre fizera. Mas não disse uma palavra; apenas fui até o cofre da família, retirei os documentos oficiais e risquei meu nome com um único traço. Tirei o anel de noivado do dedo e o coloquei sobre a mesa. Dei a Carina tudo aquilo que eles achavam que eu não merecia. Afinal, eu tinha apenas mais vinte e quatro horas de vida. Mas eles não faziam ideia, naquele momento, de que — em meio às ruínas da família Moretti — um dia se ajoelhariam na chuva implorando pelo meu retorno.

Eu fui forçada a trocar meu coração com o primeiro amor do meu marido. Depois disso, morri no corredor do hospital particular que ele mesmo criou. Antes de eu morrer, meu filho de seis anos, Otávio Júnior, chorou e implorou a pai dele três vezes. Na primeira vez, Otávio segurou a mão daquele homem e disse que eu estava vomitando sangue. Ele riu com desprezo: — Dessa vez ela finalmente aprendeu algo, até ensinou você a mentir. Em seguida, ele mandou os seguranças expulsarem Otávio do quarto. Na segunda vez, Otávio agarrou a manga de sua camisa e disse que eu estava delirando de dor. Ele franziu a testa: — É só uma troca de coração. Os médicos já disseram que ela não vai morrer. Mais uma vez, os seguranças puxaram Otávio para fora. Na terceira vez, Otávio se jogou no chão, segurou firme a barra da calça dele e chorou dizendo que eu já estava inconsciente. Dessa vez, ele perdeu a paciência. Ele agarrou Otávio pelo pescoço e o jogou para fora do quarto: — Eu já disse que Heloísa Dias não vai morrer. Se você vier aqui incomodar o descanso da Bianca Nunes de novo, eu juro que vou expulsar vocês dois deste hospital. Desesperado para me salvar, Otávio penhorou seu escapulário, algo que ele considerava um tesouro, para uma enfermeira: — Tia, eu não quero viver cem anos. Só quero que minha mamãe continue viva. A enfermeira aceitou o escapulário e se preparou para me transferir para o último quarto disponível. Mas o primeiro amor do meu marido, Bianca, bloqueou a porta com seu cachorro no colo e disse: — Sinto muito, garotinho. Seu pai está preocupado que eu me sinta sozinha sem o meu cachorro. Este quarto foi reservado para meu cachorro.

I had spent my whole life living in the shadow of my sister, Juliana, the woman everyone in the mafia's heir circle adored and protected. She had no idea that I had been reborn. Just like in my previous life, she smiled sweetly and gently, insisting that I pick my fiancé first, pretending to be thoughtful and gracious. However, this time, I refused. In my previous life, I naïvely believed she meant well. I married the man she recommended, Chester Kane, an heir who was said to have been paralyzed after an ambush. I gave up my right to inherit the family, becoming his caretaker, his crutch, the medicine he used to fight loneliness. However, no matter how much warmth I gave him, his heart remained frozen. The truth only came out during my sister's pregnancy celebration. When an assassin from a rival family raised his gun toward her belly, the man who had not stood in years suddenly rose to his feet. He shoved me toward the muzzle of the gun. All seven bullets tore into my womb. As I collapsed, I saw him pull my sister into his arms, shielding her with his own body and taking the final shot for her. Only then did I understand. He had never been paralyzed. His family had never abandoned him. He pretended to be sick because Juliana's heart belonged to another man, and he refused to be tied to me. "I'm sorry, Tania," he said. "I lied to you. However, I couldn't let Juliana lose the heir she's carrying. I'll repay what I owe you in our next life." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my father asked us to choose our marriage partners. This time, I chose no one. Yet back then, they were the ones who begged for my love.