Naruto Hands Behind Head

"Cum for me kitten" His voice break through all the worries in her mind as he buried his head in between her thighs. His hands fondling her naked breast as she released light moans. She has never thought she would be like this in front of this man, she once hate him, he once treated her like trash, but here they are pleasuring each other like real lovers would. Forced into a marriage with a ruthless mafia boss, marianna must navigate a world of danger and loyalty. As she falls deeply in love with him, his dark past threatens to tear them apart. Will there love survive the secret and lies, or will it be consumed by the very forces that brought them together?

After dating Scott Kenta for 10 years, I said to him, "Scott, I'm pregnant." The file in his hands slipped and hit the floor. He frowned, clearly irritated. "Don't be ridiculous," he said. "This is a critical moment—my company's going public. I never planned on having a child." "It's fine. Your career matters more," I said, smiling gently. He didn't catch the meaning behind my words. I was pregnant, yes. But he wasn't the father.

He’s older, wiser and powerful. And when he calls you sunshine, sunray, baby, everything else fades. They don’t beg. They command. From ruthless kings to sinful CEOs, professors to possessive strangers behind the screen, these Daddies know what they want. And what they want… is you. Each short story in Daddy's Obsession (Filthy Daddies Collection) is a wicked blend of heat, heart, and hunger, where lust collides with dominance, and soft affection turns savage behind closed doors. Whether you crave gentle protection or rough hands on your throat, this Daddy's collection has one rule: Once he chooses you, there’s no escape. A collection of short, steamy, intense erotic stories, each featuring a dominant Daddy. Rated 18+ You’ve been warned.

"I love him but we can't be together" ***A highschool love story of a baddest Playboy and the girl who loved him way too much. Aarohi, is head over heels for a playboy who is the most popular boy of her highschool. Everyone suggested her to stay away from him even she tried but who she was kidding? Aaryan was her first and only love. Will her love be able to change him? Will she conquer his heart? Is Aaryan really a playboy or something is hiding behind that playboy look?Find out in the story!

Luke moved then. Fast. Too fast. One second he was across the room, the next he was in front of her, towering over her like a wall of heat and fury. His hands came up, gripping her arms not gently, not cruelly, but with a force that said he was one second from shattering. “You think I don’t fight for you every damn day?” His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with something raw. “You think I don’t take bullets for you behind the scenes? Every single move I make is to keep you breathing, Abigail. So don’t you dare stand there and act like I’m doing nothing.” Her breath hitched, but the anger didn’t stop burning. “Then say it to her. Say it to their faces instead of hiding behind silence like a coward!” Something snapped in his eyes then something sharp and blazing. And before Abigail could blink, his mouth was on hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was a collision hard, punishing, desperate. All the rage, the fear, the need that had been coiling between them exploded like fire. Abigail gasped against him, her hands going up to his chest, meaning to push him away except she didn’t. Just couldn’t. Because the second his tongue slid against hers, the second his body pressed flush against hers, every bone in her body melted. Luke growled low in his throat, a sound that made heat curl deep in her belly. He spun her, slamming her gently but firmly against the wall, his hands framing her face as he devoured her mouth like he’d been starving for years.

The Duke was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to one side. It was a relaxed, casual pose, and yet the way he looked at her was anything but casual. The deep midnight of his eyes burned and he radiated a subtle, sensual energy that made the air around him crackle. He looked like a man who’d never heard the word ‘no’ in all his life. Unluckily for him, ‘no’ was the only word she had. “There's no reason why I should stay,” Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. “I’m not marrying you.” His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further. “But you haven’t heard my proposal yet,” he said mildly. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” “I don’t need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no.” “Of course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you haven’t, in fact, heard me out…. Anna.”

“Stay still, Elena.” Alessio’s voice was a dark command against her ear. His hands pinned her wrists above her head as Gabriel’s lips trailed down her throat. “You’re ours now. No running. No escape.” Two ruthless mafia kings. One woman caught between them. Elena Rossi never planned to belong to the underworld, but when she witnesses a murder, she becomes their obsession. Alessio De Luca—cold, calculating, and possessive. Gabriel Moretti—reckless, dominant, and just as deadly. Instead of silencing her, they claim her, trapping her in a world of sin, power, and raw, unrelenting passion. But the deeper she falls, the more dangerous their secrets become. And when enemies close in, Elena must decide—can she survive being theirs, or will their love ruin her forever?

Adrian woke to warmth, too much warmth. His heart nearly stopped when he realized his head was resting against Kaelen’s chest, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Panic surged. He shoved himself upright, only to freeze when he saw it, thin, glowing red threads coiling around his wrist, binding him to Kaelen. His blood ran cold. “What the hell…?” Adrian whispered, staring at the unmistakable bond mark. Kaelen stirred, blinking awake. For a moment, confusion flickered in his eyes, then shock. He tugged the sheet up to cover himself, gaze darting between Adrian and the red mark linking them. “What did you do? Adrian hissed, his voice breaking. You’re my sister’s fiancé! You’re supposed to be her mate, not...” He trembled as he scrambled for his clothes. Kaelen sat up, still staring at the line as though it mocked him. “I… I don’t know. But this—this isn’t a mistake. Adrian, you’re my mate.” “No!. Adrian’s hands shook as he pulled his shirt over his head. Whatever happened last night...forget it. This is wrong. You hear me? It never happened. Don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone.” Kaelen’s voice softened, almost pleading. “Adrian…” But Adrian couldn’t bear to listen. His chest ached as he turned away, slamming the door behind him, leaving Kaelen staring at the red bond that refused to fade. Two souls tied together by fate. One forbidden connection that could destroy them both.

His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, placing a finger on my mouth. “Uh-uh, what did I say you call me when we're alone?” My body tingled with heat. “Daddy?” “Urgh…” A guttural groan tore from his chest. “Yes, baby?” My mind spaced for a second and Andre took advantage of that, tucking his hands under my legs and carrying me bridal style. “Andre, what are you doing?!” I shriek, dangling my legs in the air. “Finishing what we started, baby.” he chuckled, heading straight for the front door. I shook my head in bemusement. His daughter just found out about us and his brain goes straight to sex? Men… I wasn't any better though as I just waited for him to cross that threshold and pounce on me, instead of dissuading him. He strode over to the loveseat couch, sliding me down his body before pushing me back to the couch. Propped up on my elbows, I looked up at him with hooded eyes, only for the the door knob to flip. My eyes widened and instantly, I jerked up to my feet, coming to stand behind Andre. I had no idea who it was as Claire would have just barged right in. The door opening seemed to take several minutes but in reality, it was only seconds. It swung inwards to reveal Leila, the last person I was expecting to see. She took one look at us and wasn't in the least bit surprised. “So it's true?” Those cold grey eyes moved over to me. “You're the whore that's fucking my husband?”

Celestia Amber, the best friend of Hilary Brooklyn. Hilary is a girl with an awesome attitude. She got the looks, the body, the brain, and the money. In short, she'd got everything! She is the girl that every man desires for a woman. But what if behind those smiles is a girl who is crying for help? Not until one day, her best friend heard a piece of bad news. "Hilary is missing!" Did someone kidnap her? Who would it be? What will happen to her? Is she safe? In the hands of a mysterious man? Or woman? Does this will bring consequences in her or her best friend's ife?