Nu Skin Scion

:Lena Weber had it all — a dream marriage, a growing family dynasty, a life among the city’s upper crust. But one overheard conversation destroys her world. Her husband, David Blackwood, is not only unfaithful — he’s plotting her murder. To make matters worse, she’s not just any woman — she’s the last scion of a bloodline designed to keep the likes of him at bay. Now, with the child who could end a millennia-old war growing inside her, Lena must embrace the monster within her, unravel the lies of her past, and forge new alliances. For the man she once loved is coming for her—and he won’t stop until she’s dead.

Iris is not just a billionaire with tough skin and a crazy sense of direction, she runs the world and the people are her puppets. One would think the diamond goddess had everything, but that theory was far from the truth as the Amery heiress desires one thing in life...Children. One, five, twenty if possible. And Jake, the new intern is going to give it to her by hook or crook.

During a surgical procedure to remove the skin tag from my private part, I accidentally exposed my "manhood." Since then, I've noticed quite a few young nurses sneaking glances my way. Still, none have been as daring as her, showing up at my door in the dead of night.

“I will seduce my hot bodyguard!” After two months of being the CEO of Williamson's Company, Savannah experienced a tragedy. A fire broke out on the floor where her office was located. But she couldn't go out to save herself because she had a fear of crowds! However, she couldn't stay inside either because she would surely die in the fire! She covered her nose and mouth as the office filled with smoke. Thinking about what she would do, Savannah felt a strong pair of hands on her shoulder, and before she could say a word, the person put a wet blanket on her and guided her to the exit. "Careful." She heard his baritone voice! When they left the building, she saw her savior. She swallowed, the man was tall, with light brown skin, dark eyes, thick eyebrows, and long eyelashes! She didn't want to dwell on his lips, but she couldn't help it because they were luscious! Okay, she was checking him out, but yes, the man was good-looking! He immediately got her attention! After a few seconds, he introduced himself as Ace, her personal bodyguard. Okay she didn’t know she has one! But what is dangerous was Savannah never expected that her handsome bodyguard would stir her thoughts, especially at night! She always dream about her and Ace having intense s*x!

#Bdsm #Smut #Erotic This is an erotic story, all the chapters are erotic. "Fuck Me harder" "Don't Stop" "I think I am cumming Lilith" "I love your Pussy Litith" he said to me, purging into me. But I didn't feel it, or enjoy it, No more enjoyment, I need to explore more. I have been married for years, touched by my husband every night, yet I always feel a lingering emptiness that I can no longer ignore. His hands on my skin bring no satisfaction, no spark. I’ve heard the whispers, seen the knowing glances, and listened to the stories of blissful, earth-shattering pleasure that seems to elude me at every turn. I want it. Desperately. I crave the orgasm everyone else talks about, the one thing I’ve never felt no matter how many times I’ve tried. As I begin to venture into the arms of others, the boundary between longing and temptation disappears. Each new touch, each new partner pulls me deeper into a world where pleasure has no rules, no shame. And with every encounter, my hunger intensifies, pushing me closer to a truth I can’t escape: What if it’s not just about the orgasm, but about the deeper hunger within me? My search for satisfaction has begun… but will this journey lead me to the ultimate release or leave me chasing a desire that could ruin everything?

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.

"On your knees, baby girl." I looked up at him, lips parted. "You gonna punish me for wanting you?" His smirk was pure sin. "No, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you beg for more." ** He's the one man I was never supposed to touch. My father's best friend. Older. Ruthless. Filthy rich. Damian Wolfe owns half the city-and every filthy thought in my head. He's dangerous the way powerful men are: Quiet, controlled, and used to getting exactly what he wants. One night. One mistake. Now he's in my head, under my skin, and between my legs. He says I'm too young. Too off-limits. But his hands say otherwise. So does his moans. I was supposed to be a good girl. Now I'm the obsession he won't let go of. And the sin he won't stop tasting.

“Get off me,” I demanded, leaning forward and sinking my teeth into his shoulders, drawing out blood in the process. He growled and yanked me away from the wall, spun and shoved me back into it. Tears stung my eyes when my head connected with the wall but I immediately blinked it back. He might be my captor but I wasn't going to give him that privilege of watching me cry. His fingers dug into my skin as he impaled me on his cock, “You’re mine now Natalia…I call the shots here not you.” ~~~~~~~~ To Natalia, the plan was simple. Get in. Show him a little bit of her titties. Make sure he drinks the spiked whiskey. And then walk out with whatever penny or luxury he owned. But little did she know that the most ruthless Mafia lord in Voyeur was going to be after her. And when he did, he wasn't only interested in reclaiming what she took from him. He wanted to possess her entirely.

During the year that changed my life, my high school homeroom teacher called me to the corridor and asked if I was the heroine of the dirty scandal that shook the whole school. “I know you’re here on a scholarship because of your family’s underprivileged background, but you can’t just do anything for money!” As everyone threw me strange looks, she continued smugly, “Don’t deny it. The mole on the girl’s neck is just like yours!” I calmly wiped off the ink stain on my skin, revealing my unblemished neck. My teacher turned red in the face. Unfortunately for her, I had been reborn. This time, I was not going to fall into the same traps.

My body hurt—badly. The bruises from Logan’s fists were fresh, my ankle throbbed from where he kicked me, and one of my eyes was nearly swollen shut. But I still limped down the hallway with a cold pack in hand, desperate for something… maybe comfort, maybe just his attention. I didn’t know. Then I heard it—low groans, heavy breathing, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin. Sweaty. Lustful. Raw. I opened the door and my heart shattered. There he was—Logan Hart. My husband. The man I loved more than myself. And with him? Tessa Black—his girlfriend, his mistress, the perfect model everyone adored. They were tangled in the sheets, bodies slick, eyes wild, too lost in each other to even care that I stood there. I couldn’t breathe. I screamed. And Logan… he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t apologize. Didn’t care. “Get out,” he said coldly. “I’m in the middle of something.” That was it. That was the moment I broke. I ran. Limping, shaking, crying—I ran and didn’t look back. What I didn’t know was… that heartbreak would be the beginning of everything.