My Dinner With Andre

"There's a foreign object lodged in the patient's lower region. Due to the unique circumstances, we need the patient's next of kin to sign the consent form for an extraction procedure." My body stiffens when I see the name on the consent form. "I'm Renee Becker's next of kin." It's Liam Cassidy who says that. He's the first love of my wife, Renee Becker, who has been away for a month, claiming she's off on a business trip. Liam doesn't recognize me. He takes the pen and signs the consent form. In the section to mark his relationship to the patient, he writes the word "husband". After passing the pen back to me, he grips my hand tightly and beseeches me, "Doctor, you must do everything you can to help her. She's carrying my baby." As I wrench my hand back from him, my wedding ring slips off and falls onto the floor.

I took a silver bullet for him. I sacrificed my wolf, my career, and my soul to be his perfect mate. In return, Alpha Damon Blackwood gave me a divorce and a devastating truth: our life was a lie. For five years, I was the "weak" Luna of the Blackwood Pack, enduring the sneers of my mother-in-law and the cold indifference of my husband. I even raised a son who wasn’t mine, only to be told I was a placeholder for his true love’s return. Discarded and broken, I walked away. But Damon forgot one thing: before I was his trophy wife, I was Shadow_Cipher—the most feared hacker in the world. Five years later, I’m back. But I’m no longer the girl with the silver-scarred chest and the broken heart. I am Luna Ashford, the billionaire CEO of a global tech empire. I’ve come to strip Damon of his title, his fortune, and his pride. My revenge is a cold, calculated masterpiece—until I meet Draven Craven. He is the Alpha of the Underworld, a ruthless mafia king who bows to no one. The mate bond between us is a violent, magnetic force I never wanted to feel again. He wants to claim me. He wants to protect me. But I’m done being a pawn in the games of Alphas. Damon wants my forgiveness. Draven wants my heart. But I? I’m here for my empire.

My father’s best friend was my only escape. He became my biggest addiction. After my groom’s arrest at the altar, I fled to my father's world. The only solace I found was in the forbidden eyes of his billionaire best friend. Our secret escape to New York was supposed to be temporary. But his touch became my sanctuary. His whispers became my truth. Now our scandal is about to ignite, threatening everything. I have to choose between the life I was born into… and the man I was born to love.

"Everyone expects me to be Ari thunderbolt Black, the future of the Bayblue pack…pride of his parents…hero! Role model! Savior! It is too much and I cracked, okay?..." ** The last thing Ari, an Alpha wolf needs was another broken thing to fix but the moon goddess had other plans for him by presenting a long awaited mate in a form of his baby brother's suicidal girlfriend. Will Ari take up the biggest challenge of his life by taking on the responsibility of keeping someone who has no intention of being alive safe or will he take the much deserved rest and lose his chance at love forever? Every choice has consequences! Even a good man can make the bad choice. Excerpt from book. "Say what you must but it is a beautiful day to die" "Can you give me my father's car keys before you do that?!" I yelled at her "I can hear the river below the bridge calling my name, telling me it was time to come home. It is almost music to my ears" "I don't care! Just give me the car keys!" I yelled at her. "I am almost free" I was standing very close to her now. "Give me the keys, Aniston" She smiled." Aren't you going to talk me down?" "No" I stated as a matter of fact. Aniston turned around. "Ouch! Seriously dude, you suck at talking people down. You should leave. Today was supposed to be peaceful but you are messing it up for me. You are messing my whole plan up. Whether I choose to live or die is entirely my choice, sir. let me make it in peace" "I am warning you. My keys or I am pushing you over myself!" I warned her.

“I-I was in the shower then I got horny while thinking of you and started fingering myself until I came,” I said.  “I think I have become a nymphomaniac because of you, Donovan.” “Do you know what that is?” He chuckled, to which I nodded eagerly. “You are cute. Well, if you must know, buttercup,” He began, stroking my cheek. “I wasn't entirely pulling your legs that day. I want to fuck you, Emily. Ever since I got those pictures, I haven't stopped picturing you taking my cock in various positions.” “Really?” I croaked, arousal evident in my voice as I splayed my hands on his chest. + On their third anniversary, Emily Wright’s boyfriend coldly ends things between them. Heartbroken, she goes home, gets drunk, and takes lewd pictures of herself to feel better. By accident, she sends the pictures to the CEO of her company, Donovan Coleman. On discovering her mistake, she’s appalled but decides to put on a brave face. However, she’s further horrified to discover that Donovan is her ex’s brother, who unknown to her, was intrigued by her at first sight. An heated encounter with Donovan stirs up illicit desire within Emily that both confuses and excites her. A week later at a charity gala, they end up spending the night together. Throwing caution to the wind, Emily continues fooling around with Donovan. What happens when she falls in love with him? Will she end things before they spiral out of control, or will she choose pleasure over letting go?

“Tell me you want me to fuck you with my fingers. Tell me you want to come on my hand like a good little slut.” The words sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. I should have been ashamed, should have pushed him away—but the way he touched me, the rough need in his voice, it was too much. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please—” He groaned, his fingers sliding inside me, curling to hit that spot that made me see stars. “That’s it, slut,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. “Ride my fingers. Let me feel how wet you are for me.” “Yes, daddy.” **** Elara Voss was betrayed by her ex-boyfriend and couldn’t bear the humiliation, so she ran from the pack. Two years later, she’s forced to return. But this time, she came back stronger, sharper… Ready to never trust a man again. Until she meets built-like-a-god of lust, Alpha Damon Crassus… her ex’s father. Damon Crassus isn't just an Alpha; he is a monolith of raw power and refined sin. While her ex was a spark, Damon is the inferno, a man with hands that look like they could either crush a throat or worship a body with terrifying precision. The pull is instant, impossible, and dangerous. She shouldn’t want him. She shouldn’t even look at him. Yet every instinct, every heartbeat, screams otherwise. Elara will discover the pack is no longer the same. So does she. And the closer she gets to Alpha Damon Crassus, the more she understands… Some men don’t break your heart. They ruin you slowly—until walking away is no longer an option.

#Age gap #taboo #Erotica #Smut #love triangle #boyxgirl #BDSM #dominant #possessive #submissive #poortorich #billionaire #mafia WARNING!!! (THIS BOOK IS A DARK ROMANCE WITH BDSM, SLUT-SHAMING, ROUGH AND PAINFUL SCENES, AND MORALLY AMBIGOUS THEMES THAT MOST REFER TO AS DUBIOUS CONSENT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE THINGS THEN READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Milo was the most dangerous mobster in Russia and I was his slave, his sex toy, and his property. He was one step closer from branding me as his. He killed anyone who got close to me or touched me in any way. He showered me with luxury and gifts that I would have never afforded myself. I didn’t care that he had many enemies who would use me to get to him. He was everything I could have dreamt of and more. The only problem was, I was 19 yrs his junior and I was his son’s ex-girlfriend. I found myself caught between father and son. Was blood really thicker than love? My name is Emilie and this is how Milomir Petrov ruined my life.

When my husband, Robert Bowen, takes his assistant, Bianca Strickland, to a prenatal checkup, I'm being kissed by his 18-year-old version in a corner. "You're already 30 years old, yet why do you smell so nice and taste so kissable? I love you so much, honey! "By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why didn't he come pick you up after work?" I push the 18-year-old Robert away helplessly, only to meet the icy gaze of his 30-year-old self from afar. "You already have a young side piece, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me? Don't make me look down on you, Kaitlyn Hudson." As I watch Robert leaving the hospital with his arm around Bianca, his 18-year-old self begins throwing a temper tantrum in my arms. "That idiot! How dare he speak to my wife in such an arrogant manner! I might as well commit suicide right now so that he'll disappear from this world permanently!"

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

"Harder..." I gasped, my nails was digging into his rock hard shoulders. "You like your stepbrother fucking you like this?" "Y-yes ... don't s-stop..." "Fuck baby, you feel good..." I was so wet that I could even hear Christian fucking my juices back into me. ******** He’s my stepbrother. The one man I’m not supposed to want. But I’ve felt his hands on my hips, his mouth on my neck, his voice in my ear telling me exactly how he’s going to ruin me. It started one night as a mistake, one sex and I never saw him again. Now he’s in my room after midnight, pressing me against the wall, making me beg for more. We’re breaking every rule, crossing every line… And the filthy truth is... I love it. Because once my stepbrother tasted me, he swore he’d never stop.