Non Stretch Artinya

****Excerpt**** “You see yourself as ordinary,” he said softly. “But entire worlds have crumbled and come apart for far less than a woman of your beauty.” He pushed his horn further again, filling her another inch. Her flame flared white-hot behind her ribs. Begging, pleading, clawing. “That’s it, my little whore. You like that, don’t you?” he preened against the corner of her mouth. His voice hit her harder than the horn. Dirty, cruel, worshipful. The word whore sent heat spiralling down her spine, making her clench around the invasion. She hated the word. She loved how he said it. “Please…” She started. He squeezed her throat, cutting off the rest of her words. Her breath hitched violently at the pressure, but she surrendered to the feeling. “Unless you are about to beg me to fuck your ass harder with this horn, I don’t want to hear how you can’t take any more.” He growled, low and threatening. A wave of want crashed into her so hard she whimpered. Adelaide should have been scared. In a way, she was. It wasn’t fear that made her heart pound, it was the terrifying realisation that she wanted exactly what he demanded. She wanted to feel the thickness of his horn deep inside her, wanted the stretch, the pain, the pleasure. She wanted all of what she knew he could give her. She leaned her head back to run her tongue over the seam of his lips. “Fuck me harder.” She said softly, the words barely a whisper. They carried the desperation, surrender, hunger, devotion, need. Her voice trembled with the weight of what she was giving him. Of what she was asking him to do to her. He growled. The sound vibrated through her, deep and possessive.

My breath caught in my throat the moment my eyes dropped between his legs. Oh God. His cock was hard, heavy, long, impossible to ignore. Panic filled my chest. “Is… that going inside me?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My voice didn’t even sound like mine, small, breakable. “Oh, sweet doll…” His voice dropped, gravelly and dark. “It’s not just going inside you.” He stepped closer, towering over me. My skin heated as his hand wrapped around himself, stroking twice. He swelled even larger, as though to prove the threat in his words. “It’s going to stretch you wide open. You’ll feel me for days. You’ll walk with the memory of me buried deep, dripping down your thighs. You’ll cry from it, shake from it, and still… you’ll beg for more.” “Oh…” The sound tore from me, heavy with terror. I was sold for three million dollars to the man who killed my father. Dante De Luca, older, ruthless, dangerously handsome and untouchable. He didn’t buy me for a night. He bought me for a lifetime, to make me his mistress… and then, his wife. Trapped in a contract marriage, I vowed never to love him. But my body betrayed me. His possessive kisses. His punishing touch. I found myself wanting more. Craving him. Yearning for everything he gave. Dante wanted revenge, because my father killed his wife and stole his Mafia kingship. He wanted to punish me. He wanted to break me. But somewhere in his quest to cause me pain… he began to fall and save me, even from my own father. Now, when loyalty calls upon me, I’m torn. Between the man who raised me… and the man who owns my heart.

Raja Aleandra, lelaki tampan dengan mempunyai kelebihan memikat hati semua perempuan dengan mudah. Dirinya nyaris dijadikan rebutan bagi kaum hawa, bahkan di seantero kampus pun dia sangat dikenal dengan gelar "Playboy Cap Kaleng Khong Ghuan." Kenapa bisa disebut demikian? Karena wajahnya terlalu pasaran di kalangan perempuan. Raja hampir sudah menjadikan semua perempuan di kampusnya tuk dijadikan pacarnya. Kedua temannya tak habis pikir dengan lelaki itu, pelet apa yang manjur menembus hati mereka semua. Reza juga Hito seringkali meminta mantra yang seringkali dia lafalkan, tapi hanya senyuman yang menjadi jawaban. Namun, kehidupannya seolah berubah ketika hatinya terpikat pada seorang gadis pemilik akun beauty vlogger. Ratu Nandilandri yang dijadikannya sasaran untuk sebuah challenge. Raja bisa mengambil hati gadis mana pun, maka dari itu dirinya begitu yakin akan mendapatkan hati Ratu yang memiliki masa lalu kelam perihal hati. Dia trauma patah hati, itu artinya dia takut untuk memulai jatuh. Hatinya tertutup seolah tak akan dia biarkan lelaki mana pun yang memasuki ruang hatinya. Bukan Raja jika mundur sebelum berperang, dia akan terus berpegang teguh pada niat awalnya sampai mendapatkan apa yang diinginkannya. Dengan segala cara dia lakukan untuk mendapatkan gadis SMA itu. Dengan membuat sebuah challenge mendapatkan hati gadis dengan waktu yang singkat dia mengajak kedua temannya untuk melaksanakan hal bodoh yang dibuatnya. Jika sudah mendapatkan hati gadis yang diincarnya, dia akan membuatnya begitu saja bagai barang yang tidak dibutuhkannya lagi.

(Area 21+) Bijaklah dalam memilih bacaan. Kayla, atau biasa disapa dengan Key, memergoki suaminya berselingkuh dengan seorang perempuan di sebuah hotel berbintang. Tak terima dikhianati, ia pun berencana untuk membuat suami dan perempuan jalang tersebut tewas dalam sebuah kecelakaan. Namun apesnya, hari sial tak pernah ada di dalam kalender. Bukannya membuat suami dan sang pelakor tewas, Key justru mengalami kecelakaan tunggal hingga menyebabkan dirinya tewas di tempat. Sayangnya, Key tidak menyadari jika dirinya sudah mati. Sebab pasca insiden maut itu terjadi, ia justru terbangun dan tahu-tahu sudah berada dalam sebuah kamar hotel bersama suaminya. "Morning, sayang. Maaf ya, aku tadi harus balas pesan dari istriku dulu," terang Brayan seraya menyapu wajah Key dengan bibirnya. "Istri?" Key terkejut mendengarnya. Seingatnya, sebelum kecelakaan terjadi, dia dan Brayan sudah menikah resmi secara agama dan negara. Itu artinya, ia adalah istri sahnya Brayan, kenapa tiba-tiba berganti menjadi ani-ani? Menyadari jika ia berubah menjadi perempuan selingkuhan suaminya sendiri, Key pun memanfaatkan keadaan. Satu persatu rahasia tentang Brayan pun akhirnya terbuka. Mulai dari alasan sang suami berselingkuh, hingga penyebab kecelakaan Key yang ternyata ulah sosok misterius yang selama ini menjadi duri dalam rumah tangga Key dan Brayan. Lalu, apa yang akan Brayan katakan saat ia tahu jika yang menjadi selingkuhannya adalah istrinya sendiri? Sampai kapan Key akan bertahan dalam tubuh selingkuhan suaminya? Apakah ia akan kembali hidup dalam tubuhnya, atau justru mati seperti saat kecelakaan terjadi?

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.

His mouth dropped to my neck, luscious lips skimming down until he licked the wound in my shoulder. His mark. I shivered out of raw desire. "The Alphas are outside this door. You're keeping them waiting." My voice sounded more like a moan. "They can wait." He stared at me through his long lashes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "You're liking this, aren't you?" He pulled my waist to him till I felt every ridge of his hard, strong body. His stiff rod dug into my back. "Feel that?" he pushed me closer, "Ever fucked a full-spirited Lycan on a full moon?" He mumbled into my ear and let out a chuckle that made my nipples tighten to pebbles against the soft fabric of my robe. "Right now, I will stretch you to your limits, trap my cum inside of you, while your sweet little cunt milks me again and again and again." "And you will forget everything except my name because you'll be screaming it loud enough to wake the dead." "By the time I slip out of you, you're going to be full with my seed, drenched in my scent, and want nothing more than for me to bend you over and fuck you till you can no longer walk." I turned to him, my clit throbbing, "Please." I whispered. *** Freya Spencer watched her mother die at the hands of both her father and a witch who pretended to be her mother's best friend. She was also the witch that cursed the Lycan king. Alpha Zane is the dark Lycan king of Adivaine who Freya was gambled off to. He needs to find his reborn mate to break his curse or lose his throne. What happens when he discovers that Freya is his mate?

Kyra Hopkins doesn’t believe in marriage and long term relationships. She co-manages her dream job with her two best friends Lily and Bipasha. With the two worried about her no-dating state, they hit a club with plans to GET KYRA LAID. In a White tiny dress they leave her in a bar nurturing a glass of water and pondering what exactly her newest client’s birthday party theme should be. Horses or cars. That’s what she voices out to the sinfully hot man who took the seat beside hers. And he’s got Kyra’s feet feeling like they were lit on fire. Worst of all, she got what it meant to have butterflies flutter in your stomach walls. Best of all, the man knows what she wants and he wants it too and more. Kyra got in for the ride of her life, planned for a weekend because remember? Kyra doesn’t do long term. But then, neither is Nicholai Damien Ivanov or Sin as he’s more popularly known as into long term relationships. One night stands or at a stretch a weekend fling. Why does the angel in white getting stuck in his head and refusing to leave? Why couldn’t his PI track her from the little information she dropped about herself. The questions haunted his nights and refused to leave until he caught sight of his Angel in a black dress on another man’s arm, then his sister hugged her referring to her as Kyra while his Angel introduced herself to him as April. Sin got his answer and meant to show her how much they weren’t over yet. In fact they hadn’t even begun. It was just the beginning of Nicholai Ivanov’s obsession with his one-night stand.

L’ami d'enfance de ma sœur et moi étions ensemble depuis neuf ans, nous étions sur le point de nous fiancer. Comme d'habitude, après une soirée entre amis où il avait bu, je suis allée le chercher. Arrivée à la porte, j'allais l'appeler quand j'ai entendu les moqueries de son ami : « Victor, ton amour idéalisé est de retour. Tu vas jeter la remplaçante ou garder les deux ? » Un ricanement s'échappait de ses lèvres. À cet instant, un autre ami à côté riait avant de prendre la parole. « Vraiment, tu as de la chance ! Après le départ de ton amour idéalisé, seul, tu as commencé à t’amuser avec la petite sœur de ton amie d’enfance. Neuf ans à jouer la comédie, ça suffit, non ? Et juste à temps, ton amour idéalisé est revenue. » Victor a dit, sa voix était teintée de défi : « Chloé croyait que je l’aimerais toute ma vie. Il fallait bien briser son égo avec une remplaçante bon marché ! »

Alex pensait avoir tout : une femme qu’il adorait, une fille qui illuminait ses journées, et une vie qu’il avait bâtie à la sueur de son front. Jusqu’au soir où il rentra plus tôt… et découvrit Isabella, son épouse, au lit avec sa meilleure amie. Trahi, brisé, il prit sa voiture et fila dans la nuit, ses souvenirs l’écrasant comme un poids. Mais son destin s’acheva dans un fracas de métal et de sang. Lorsqu’il rouvrit les yeux… il n’était plus dans les flammes de l’accident, mais dix ans en arrière, le jour de son mariage. Cette fois, il ne répétera pas les mêmes erreurs. Entre vengeance, secrets enfouis et une romance aussi toxique qu’obsédante, Alex va reconstruire sa vie… non pas pour aimer, mais pour détruire. 🔥 Mais plus il creusera, plus il découvrira que la trahison qu’il croyait connaître n’était que la surface d’un abîme bien plus sombre.

"Nos pères étaient ennemis, mon tatouage juste au dessus de ma poitrine prouvant fièrement que je suis la fille de Espanto. Je respire un bon coup avant de m'avancer alors qu'il discute avec un autre homme l'air lui aussi important. Je prends le verre et m'abaisse pour le poser sur la table alors que je sens déjà son regard tomber sur mon tatouage. Je me redresse alors que mes pupilles s'enfoncent dans les siennes comme une ancre dans la mer. J'ai sentis mon cœur se retourner dans ma poitrine à son regard. Je m'apprête à repartir mais il m'arrête m'attrapant par le poignet. Il se relève me dépassant de toute sa carrure imposante. J'ai crus qu'il allait prendre une arme mais non, il sort un billet de cinq cents qu'il glisse dans mon soutien-gorge en frôlant sans hésitation mon tatouage de ses doigts. Un éclair de frisson me frappe violemment alors qu'il retire sa main. - Achète-toi quelque chose de jolie princesse."