Matthew Perry Finger

cold finger brushed my chin. It was barely there, but it sent a quick, immediate thrill through me, as though my body was unsure whether to retreat or lean in. He raised my head slowly and purposefully. At first I fought; my muscles clenched with terror, but his hold was unbelievably strong, and his touch was commanding but delicate. I had no choice but to follow. Then our eyes connected. My breath caught in the back of my throat. Elara’s lineage was cursed. A werewolf by blood, a witch by fate, and something far more dangerous by destiny. She had spent her life looking forward to the mate ceremony but she gets the shock of her life as he rejects her and she is attacked. Everything that she has ever know about herself is not what it seems. Rejected by her mate, she is hunted by the supernatural council. But the night has other plans. When she falls into the hands of Abbadon, the Vampire King, she expects death. Instead, he saves her, binding their fates in ways neither of them understand. With war looming and the council determined to erase her existence, Elara has no choice but to embrace the darkness within. The witches who should have stood by her have turned against her. The werewolves see her as an abomination. And the council’s most feared enforcers are closing in. When her home is burned to the ground and her family slaughtered, she swears vengeance. No longer just a fugitive, she becomes the storm that will bring the supernatural world to its knees. Will she survive or will she forever be an abomination to be hunted until her death?

🔥 18+ ONLY. BDSM, EROTIC, TORTURE, EXPLICIT, AND VERY HOT SCENES INSIDE. Read this book if you want to finger yourself and come hard...Antalya dressed like a boy to escape the alpha who wanted to own her. Now, two dangerous brothers want to tear away her secrets—and her control. Antalya Lucas cut her hair and became “Lance,” desperate to hide from the possessive, ruthless Dominic Alfonso. But Alpha Academy is full of dark temptation, and Dominic’s brother Raymond stalks the showers, eyes burning with lust and suspicion. “You’re so shy, Lance,” Raymond purrs, trapping her against the cold lockers. His hands slip under her shirt, rolling her nipples until she’s gasping, totally at his mercy. “What are you hiding, pretty boy? Maybe I should keep playing until I find out.” Antalya aches for escape, but Dominic is hunting her, relentless and cruel. “You can’t run from me,” Dominic snarls, cuffing her wrists and stripping her disguise. His mouth finds her clit, tongue and teeth making her sob—helpless, exposed, claimed. “Beg, little rabbit. Beg for your alphas.” Trapped between two brothers—one obsessed with exposure, the other with domination—Antalya’s world spirals into a wild, forbidden game of pain and pleasure. Her body betrays her, desperate for their touch, her secrets no longer safe. Will she keep running, or surrender and let both brothers break her—body and soul?

Natalia Punongbayan. They call her "extraordinary," and for good reason. She's not just someone who stands out in a crowd; she's someone who can fundamentally alter the course of lives with a single, calculated step. They say she can ruin someone's life just by stepping into it. Her friends call her "troublemaker," a term that speaks volumes about her cunning. It means she's a force of nature, someone who can navigate any situation, escape any consequence, and always come out on top. She's a con artist, a master manipulator, able to weave intricate webs of deception that leave people tangled and bewildered. She can twist people's minds around her little finger, making them believe anything she wants. And when things get tough, she simply disappears, leaving behind a trail of shattered lives and unanswered questions. But even the most skilled manipulator can make a mistake. And for Natalia, that mistake was a monumental one. She was supposed to target a specific man, disrupt his life, and leave him reeling. But she got it wrong. She ended up targeting the wrong groom, the wrong wedding. She pretended to be his mistress, claiming to be pregnant, all for a scheme that was supposed to be flawless. But it wasn't. Argo Greensmith, the groom of the wedding Natalia mistakenly attended, refused to let her slip away unscathed. Fueled by a desire to ensure she faced consequences for her deceitful actions, he stood firm in his decision to hold her accountable for her misdeeds.

⚠️ WARNING: 60% S*X. 100% SIN. This book is for mature readers only and dives into obsessive desire, betrayal, and brutal emotional consequences. Themes & Triggers: Sister-on-sister betrayal, manipulation, forbidden longing, psychological games, toxic desire, deception, emotional violence, and morally wrong decisions that spiral into something darker. If you want wholesome romance, stop here. Because nothing about this story is soft, pure, or safe. ***** I was never supposed to love him.He was my best friend’s brother — and now, he’s my sister’s fiancé.For years, Stefan was my secret. My first crush. My first heartbreak. The man who showed me what it feels like to want something I could never have. I built my world around a fantasy — until he slipped a ring on her finger, and everything shattered.I tried to forget him.I told myself it was just a phase, a foolish obsession.Then Adrian walked in. Stefan’s best friend.Quiet. Dangerous. Infuriatingly calm.The man who sees through my lies, who touches parts of me I thought I’d buried forever.It started as a mistake — a way to erase Stefan from my mind.But every time Adrian looks at me, I feel something I’ve never felt before: seen, wanted, alive.Now I’m trapped between two men…The one I’ve always loved, and the one who might finally break the spell he left behind.And the worst part?I want them both.

Arabella's pleasant life becomes a life of pain in the space of one night. That man put her father in jail and rendered him on bankrupt. The man she hated the most. Maverick Julius. The richest billionaire from a mega-company that dominates trade throughout Europe. She's not sure what the man is hoping to get out of her. Bella realized that she was the object of the man's worst hatred. When they looked at one another, his eyes were so icy. He was certain that Bella should experience all of the pain. "I warn you. Obey every order I give you." He locked his gaze on me. His eyes showed seriousness. As if to say, 'Don't mess with someone like me!' That man was frightening. Don't want to be denied. Very dominant. Once Arabella lived with that man, she discovered a lot of secrets. A secret that Bella never knew existed in that man. What will Bella do? Can Bella conquer that man? "Strip," he gave me command. His hunter's eyes tell me not to refuse what he said. As the man got closer, I remained silent because my legs were too rigid to move. "W-what?" He taps his finger on my chin. Put it up. Forcing me to stare into his lust-filled eyes. "I said, strip! Don't make me punish you for disobeying my rules. You belong to me. Be submissive and you will get that pleasurable pain." Are you intrigued as to what became of them? Discover their entire narrative by reading the entire story!

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.

"This game of yours is barbaric. How dare you make me play it?" Karen's anger rose again as she realized it was his own fault for being sore, tired, and bleeding. She could have died if it had not been for that asshole guy. "I suggest you take your finger out, Karen, and speak to me in a more respectful manner," Xavier warned. She finally lowered her hand, but she wouldn't back down. What he had done was unacceptable. "Why did you leave me to fight those werewolves if all that senseless bloodshed was to find a mate? I'm a hybrid, half-wolf! Obviously I shouldn't be there," she said angrily. "I have my reasons," he replied lightly. "Damn it!" she grabbed his fur again to make sure. ****************************************************** Karenina Mason, a headstrong and independent young woman, is not just an ordinary human-she is a rare hybrid with a powerful lineage. Unknowingly, she becomes entangled in a perilous game of political intrigue, where the coveted prize is to become the mate of the enigmatic and all-powerful Alpha of Westwood. Karenina resists this unwanted destiny, but fate seems insistent on thrusting her into this union. In her vulnerable state, Karenina finds herself surrounded by adversaries, and her once-trusted friends remain beyond her reach. Forced to rely on Xavier Westwood, a mysterious and captivating figure with his own hidden agenda, Karenina is drawn into a world of danger and desire. As they navigate the treacherous path together, an intense attraction grows between them, unraveling long-concealed secrets that should have remained locked away-secrets that may unleash powers too volatile to control.

His dick continued pounding into her. He had gone harder, stretching her even more. She couldn't help but moan. This sound had him losing his mind. He went even faster, his finger stuck in her hair. "Fuck!" He cursed as his breathing turned rapid. His hand went down to spread her legs apart as she tried closing them, not being to take all he was giving her. "Don't close them!" He said between grunts. His hand went to play with her clit. It had turned swollen. With each thrust, his hand went in a circle on her. His rough fingers were soft on her, going soft but at the same time, hard. He knew his techniques. Her legs began shaking more as she was on edge. She was ready to cum. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to drool slightly. His thrust remained in pace soon her walls began to tighten. She was near. " Oh yes!" She screamed as she came hard on his dick. She tried catching her breath, short of air from their sex. Quickly, he rolled over and she ended up on top. His dick was still inside her, hard and twisting. That was when it hit her, he hadn't had his release but she still asked. "What are you doing?" "We aren't done yet. You are going to ride me, hard and fast."

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

“You were more cooperative the other day when you had my face buried between your thighs,” he smirked at me, a victorious glint in his eyes while my blood chilled to ice, “if I remember correctly, you even begged for more.” I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't think of anything. All I could feel was dread and more dread. This wasn't happening. "It's... This is a lie." "Which one?" He looked so triumphant, "the fact that you've shattered multiple times around my fingers? Around my cock? That you've cummed countless times on my tongue?" He moved closer to slowly trail his finger over my face, a dark look in his eyes, "Or that you were always swallowing my cum like a needy slut?" ******* Scarlett is a sheltered mafia princess who's expected to be prim and proper and no one knows the dark fantasies that live rent-free in her head. It’s a secret she’d take to her grave and would keep confined to the pages of her journal until a mishap happens and she loses the journal. It ended up in the hands of a stranger who blackmailed her and got her to live out one of her fantasies and she found herself going back for more. Unknown to her, the stranger is no one other than Damien Hunter, the heir of a rival mafia group and her brother’s sworn enemy. ******* This is a very dark romance novel with twisted male leads. They do questionable things and they pursue their love interests in dark, twisted and unconventional ways.