Palm Creases

"Keep your hands on the fucking desk." His voice is dark, as he presses my palm against the desk bending me over, his c*ck burying deep inside. "You like that?" he whispers against my ear. I whimper and arch my back further, trying to take him deeper despite the pain. I never thought I'd like this sort of thing, never thought I'd even try it. But here's Harlan, opening me up to a world of pleasure and vulgarity that I didn't even know existed, and fuck, it hurts, but it's so fucking good, I can't imagine stopping. "Yes," I breathe. He slaps me harder. His palm lands against the side of my face with an obscene smack that makes me feel sick and delighted and dirty all at once. I moan as he draws me closer to release. “Yes, what?!” he demands, pulling me up by my hair. “Yes, professor.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Eden Shaw craves more than straight A's... she hungers for the forbidden gaze of her brooding professor, Harlan. What starts as stolen glances ignites into a dangerous game of dominance and desire, where every lecture hides a secret touch and every grade comes with a price. But when Eden uncovers Harlan's hidden past as Ethan Hale, heir to a fractured legacy, their illicit affair is endangered. In a world of powerplays and buried truths, can Eden submit to the man who owns her body... before he claims her heart? Because Harlan's past is not just painful, it's dangerous, and Eden is about to find out that loving him means entering a world she was never supposed to see. A world full of secrets. A name he no longer claims. And a choice that could destroy them both. ~ She wanted to impress him. Now she may have to save him.

Anne left the States for Ireland to avenge for her father's mistreatment. She was aware that the powerful Alpha Leo could not be brought down easily and decided to seduce him because having him killed. Alpha Leo is a cold hearted alpha who had taken after his father but when he met his mate, he loosened up and started to appreciate people more. ..........................................•••................................... I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing my body against his as his mouth claimed mine hungrily. The passionate way he kissed me made me breathless and I chuckled for I knew he was hungry for me. His mouth left mine and began to trail softly against my skin, leaving me wet and hot everywhere his tongue touched. He was driving me crazy and I liked that. I interlaced my fingers in his hair and I bent my head to receive the kiss in full force. "Leo." I moaned softly, when his tongue caressed my sensitive spot. "Say my name louder babe." He commanded and I chuckled. He bit my lower lip when he did not get a response and I immediately cried his name out. "Good. Keep shouting my name, it tells me you are feeling as good as I am." He said gruffly, his mouth still puckering on my lower lip. He moved it up and down in a yoyo manner, and I instinctively moved my right palm to his chest. I felt it hairy underneath my palm and I tugged on it gently. I suddenly felt him shaking and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that the powerful alpha could shake for a lady. I moved from him, trying to catch my breath and then I realized that I was the person shivering.

“Ahh…” A helpless sound escaped me when the stranger’s hand cupped one of my breasts, his mouth trailing down my neck to my ear. “Fuck… your tits feel amazing,” he groaned. “Tell me, has anyone else touched you like this before?” Why was he even asking that? Didn't he know questions like that only made my body feel even hotter—worse? “Has anyone else ever played with these?” he asked again, squeezing harder. His hand was already under my uniform—God, had he slipped it in without me even noticing? The heat of his palm against my skin made my knees weak. “N-No one… y-you’re the first,” I said before I could stop myself.

"If you refuse to apologize, stay here and reflect on your actions! Feel the pain Agnes went through!" Kenneth was the Alpha. His childhood friend was accidentally locked in a storage unit for three days. To punish me, he locked me in a faulty walk-in freezer. He left me with nothing but a piece of bread the size of my palm before locking the door and leaving. Unbeknownst to him, this walk-in freezer wasn't actually faulty. Not long after he left, the cooling system was suddenly activated. I screamed for help and desperately sought ways to survive. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I clawed at the door, nobody came to my rescue. A week later, he finally showed up outside the freezer. He was expecting an apology from me. But when he opened the freezer's door, all he found was my frozen corpse.

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle. "Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet." I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels." "Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress." His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them." I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"

“You think you know me?” His breath rushed whiskey-hot against her face. “No, I—” Her breath choked back as she felt his palm sliding between her thighs. She meant to press them together, to slow all this down. His fingertips were almost… But she felt her muscles loosening instead, telling a truth she couldn’t muster. - Power. Control. Dominance. Kade's world is all about being on the top and ahead of everyone. Love doesn't exist in his vocabulary, but obsession does. When a brilliant risk analyst crosses his path, offering him a unique insight about everyone around him, his power over his empire increases, and so does his crave for owning her. Raven is an asset, his asset, his. With her, he was on top of the world. Empire of Dominance is written by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I watched as a smug smirk formed on the corner of his lips, my heart breaking into a million pieces as my enemy triumphed over my pain. He then stride towards a cloth, using it to wipe his bloody palm, he didn't give me a reply; not yet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of moments, he speaks up. “You would bear my heir” he replies as though it's the most casual thing to say. “And your opinion is irrelevant” ******* Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.

Laura is a timid werewolf who has been held captive by Victor, a ruthless and powerful Alpha. She was sold to him by her family to pay off the huge debt they owe Alpha Victor, and now she is forced to marry him to finalize his claim on her. She is horrified and tries to escape but Victor's grip on her is too strong because he has her family under his thumb. Just as hope seems all lost for Laura, a mysterious stranger appears, a handsome and powerful Alpha named Brandon, he offers Laura a chance to escape and join him in his quest to overthrow Victor. Laura becomes confused, her fear for Victor and her growing attraction to Brandon collides. She knows she must make a choice, to remain a captive to Victor's cruelty or risk everything for a chance at freedom and love. Laura must navigate through the world of lies, betrayal and secrets with her future right in the palm of her hands.

Yesterday she was nobody, but today she had the chance to be the queen of the town.  Yesterday she was just a normal twenty-five-year-old with a lot of responsibility and debt that was greater than the hours she worked, but today the opportunity was right in front of her that would alleviate all of her financial worries. The only thing she needed to do was to say "Yes" to her boss and the world would be on her feet. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that held the power to change her miserable fate. This was her second and last chance to say yes to happiness, life, and love. The only problem was she needed to marry her ruthless, cold, heartless billionaire CEO, whom she loathed more than the one-bedroom trash apartment she was sharing with her sister. Now the decision depends on the next word she was going to say. The next morning, either she would have another world in her palm, or she would continue to have this pathetic life. Only time will tell.