Mom And Son

"W-Well, that part is very dry. When I'm doing it with someone else, it's very dry, chapped, and it hurts a lot too. I can never get it to lube up even after a long time…" I gaze at Audrey Lawson, whose beautiful face has gone red from embarrassment. Then, I glance at her smoking hot body. After gulping quietly, I tell her with a smile, "Ms. Lawson, your problem seems a little complicated. I dare not give a verdict right away… "Why don't you go behind the curtains right now? I'll use a device to check what the problem exactly is. "Ah, and by the way, remember to take off your pants."

When Mia is abducted by Axel Morino—the heir to a brutal mafia dynasty—she’s thrust into a world of violence, luxury, and dangerous desire. Trapped between his soft touches and the cruelty of his darker side, Mia must play along to survive. But as feelings blur with manipulation, and secrets about Axel’s family curse unravel, she realises the most dangerous thing in his world… might be falling for him.Trust is a luxury. Love is a risk. And Mia is running out of choices. But Axel’s world is darker than she ever imagined, haunted by a curse that’s ruined generations before him, and stalked by the threat of his own father’s cruelty. Everyone in this game is dangerous. Everyone has secrets. And the closer Mia gets to Axel’s heart, the more she realises she might be the one secret that could destroy them both. Love was never supposed to be part of this. Survival was the only plan. Now? She’s not sure she wants to leave. If you're enjoying this book please let me know and leave a review! Head to my profile for my other book Bloodlines of Fire and Fate!

« Fais tes valises », lui dit-il à voix basse. « Tu ne seras pas en sécurité ici ce soir. » Elle crut d'abord à de la paranoïa, jusqu'à ce que les serrures soient forcées, ses comptes bloqués et les accusations rendues publiques. Florence Delavigne perd tout d'un coup : son mariage, sa réputation, sa vie stable. Et au milieu de ce chaos se dresse Gerard Clay… trop calme, trop compétent, trop déterminé à la sauver. Il ne dira pas pourquoi. Il ne dira pas de qui. Mais chaque fois que le danger approche, il est déjà là, la sauvant des flammes. Bientôt, Florence comprend que ce n'est pas un hasard. Elle n'est pas malchanceuse. Elle est traquée.

My name is Adrian Hart. The day my sister Serena found me and brought me home, I thought I finally had a family again. I was wrong. In Serena's eyes, her adopted brother Evan mattered more than I ever would. When he was too scared to marry into a powerful family, I walked down the aisle for him. When he wanted out, I swallowed a fake-death pill and disappeared. Every time, Serena swore it was the last. The seventh time, she poured the pill down my throat herself. And that was the time I actually died. My soul stayed behind. I watched Serena stand over my body in the morgue and fail to recognize me until it was too late. And the cruelest part wasn't dying. It was knowing that, until my very last breath, my sister still wasn't on my side.

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

Pendant quatorze ans, Adelyn Reed a été l'épouse parfaite pour un homme qui ne l'a jamais aimée. Elle a abandonné sa carrière, ses rêves, sa voix, tout cela pour Brent Reed. En retour, elle n'a reçu que de l'indifférence froide alors qu'une autre femme, Luna Herold, la soi-disant amie d'enfance et collègue de son mari, prenait doucement sa place. Même sa propre fille a commencé à admirer cette femme plus qu'elle. Mais la trahison a un point de rupture. Le jour où Adelyn voit la tendresse de son mari réservée à quelqu'un d'autre... quelque chose en elle se brise. Et cette même nuit, en route pour voir sa mère hospitalisée, Adelyn est impliquée dans un accident affreux et meurt, mais la mort n'est pas la fin pour elle. Lorsqu'elle ouvre les yeux, elle est de retour deux ans dans le passé, avant la trahison et les mensonges répétés. Avant que sa vie ne soit détruite. Cette fois, Adelyn ne sera plus la même femme. Elle réclamera sa carrière, défiera la famille qui l'a contrôlée, réécrira son destin et, plus important encore, elle n'aimera plus jamais Brent Reed. Mais alors qu'Adelyn s'élève, quelque chose d'inattendu se produit. L'homme qui l'ignorait autrefois... commence à la remarquer. Le mari qui ne s'en souciait jamais... commence à la poursuivre. L'amour pour lequel elle a supplié... est maintenant offert librement. Il est trop tard car cette fois, Adelyn n'attend plus. Maintenant, c'est lui qui est à genoux en train de supplier. Adelyn pardonnera-t-elle ou reprendra-t-elle jamais Brent ?

On our son's birthday, a few aggressive and fierce dogs have suddenly barged into our home for no reason. But my wife, Jacinda Redmont, is quick to order for all doors and windows to be closed. "Our son's still in there! Hurry up and open the door!" I quickly stop Jacinda, only to get slapped in return. That's when I notice hatred and disgust written all over her face. "You weren't alarmed in the slightest when Benny suffered from a fright yesterday, and yet you claim that you'll treat both children fairly! You're filled with nothing but lies, Vincent Fuller! "Since you're that selfish, I'll personally teach you a lesson in fairness and just!" It turns out that Jacinda is exacting vengeance on her bastard son's behalf. Yesterday, her first love, Jaden Sutton, and his son, Benson Sutton, returned to the country without a warning. The dog that I've reared for five years did nothing but bark at them a few times, only for Jacinda to order her men to beat it. "By the way, Benny shall be the one replacing Timmy in the birthday banquet. We should use this opportunity to announce his status publicly." As I gaze at the heavily bandaged child in the ward as well as the hint of provocation in Jaden's eyes, I can't help but laugh. What makes them think that my son, Timothy Fuller, is the one who got injured by the dogs?

Ella believed her marriage was happy—until the night of her son’s birthday. Her husband didn’t come home, staying with his brother’s wife all night. So Ella took her son and left the country. Only then did her husband begin begging for them to come back. It was too late, wasn’t it?

My mom is a retired supermodel. She's added a monitor to the weight scales at home so that she can monitor my and my sister, Abigail Teller's perfect body weight. If my data goes up by 0.1%, Mom will ban me from eating for the next three days. But the thing is, Abigail keeps eating fried chicken every day, yet her monitor's light is always green. Mom claims that Abigail's still going through puberty. I defend myself, saying that I've gained weight because of the bloating caused by my period. As Mom points at the red light emitted by my monitor, she exclaims, "The data is never wrong! If you've gained weight, that means you've been snacking far too much!" After getting punished many times, I begin believing that being fat is a sin. On the night of my 20th birthday, the long-term diet I've been placed on has triggered my kidney failure, which causes me to bloat up everywhere. I kneel on the floor and plead to Mom that I'm seriously ill. But that's when the monitor lets out a shrill alarm. When Mom sees the 5% increase in my body fat data, she puts me through a devillish punishment. I can feel the electric currents jolting through my body. "It's bad enough that you've secretly snacked on cake, but to even lie in my face about your illness? I'd like to see how long you can stay stubborn for!" Having said her piece, Mom locks the door and takes Abigail out to celebrate her birthday. I guess Mom is correct. Monitors never lie. I'm the one who's at the wrong for being a glutton. That's why I've transformed into a monster who doesn't deserve any love at all. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll only drink water in my next life.

Un accord entre les familles a forcé mon fiancé Marc Claude à m'épouser. Mes parents étaient morts. Il avait une obsession pour Isabelle Laurent, la princesse de nos rivaux. Au final, Marc a dévoré l'empire de ma famille et m'a jetée aux loups. Il se pavanait avec Isabelle dans son bras comme un prix qu'il avait gagné. Vingt ans plus tard, j'étais sur mon lit de mort. Mon propre fils, notre fils, détenait le poison. Il disait que j'étais inutile, que son père avait besoin du pouvoir de la famille Laurent. Puis j'ai ouvert les yeux. J'étais de retour. Le jour de mon serment de sang. Cette fois, pour sauver ma famille, je n'ai pas signé mon nom sur le pacte. J'ai signé le sien, celui d'Isabelle Laurent. Quant à moi, j'ai pris la fortune que mes parents m'ont laissée et j'ai disparu. Cette fois, je ne serais pas l'idiote qui saignait pour un homme qui n'a jamais été le mien.