Plush Couch

"Are not you going to spread these pretty legs for me like you did before on our first night?"- his dark eyes spoke as those venomous words fell from his mouth tearing my heart into million pieces, his eyes roaming on my half body ditching every shame. I still didn't make any move, only stood there like a statue, clutching my hands on cloths as if my life depend on it and indeed it was, my eyes again and again filled with tears as I blinked them away, he took his steps closer to me, " What are not my little obedient ?" he again asked , his lucid stare burning my entire being, a smirk making its way onto his lips. His eyes sparkled seeing the uneasiness in my eyes, he loves to witness of my tear, my pain as if it satisfy his inner self, he was a monster in a human form. The chill runs down in her spine, she was feeling her legs are getting weak, he held her jaw roughly with his left hand and pressed himself on her core making her scream in fear, "Ryan..Please..." I try to plead, came it out at whisper, before I can say anything he threw my body on the soft couch bouncing leaving my mind numb, as I heard him spoke "Take off your cloths before I lost my each and every sanity, and believe me if I took lead you will done with your this life." *************** Mature content ahead.

“I can make love to you any way I choose.. sitting, standing, lying on the bed or my comfortable couch"he replied coldly "What will you do then if I refuse,rape me?" Her voice trembled and her blue eyes widened in fear and her body shivered,he noticed. "Do you want me to?"he smirked. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family had thought that at this stage ,her childhood dream of being a school owner was near future not until she was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Antonio. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the most spoilt rich kid of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela… One year Angela will have her simple life back.But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment?

Constance thought that marriage is something sweet and worth awaiting for not until she got married at the age of nineteen to the popular musician and a business tycoon, Jace Williams. He's popular both in the business world and the entertainment world but he's an arrogant asshole not forgetting how ruthless he is in the business world. Their marriage was arranged by Jace's grandfather in a way to pay Constance's late father for saving his life in the past. Constance has no choice but to accept the marriage since she has no one to turn to after her parents death, also, she made a promise to Mr Williams — Jace grandfather— to stay in the marriage no matter what but on her wedding night, she slept on the couch in her wedding dress. Jace doesn't love his new wife, he married her just to please his grandfather but will he be able not to fall in love with his little beautiful wife?

Que peut faire une femme lorsque son mari a perdu la mémoire et qu'il est amoureux d'une autre femme ? Il y a trois ans, je suis restée dans le coma pendant un an après un accident de voiture. Lorsque je me suis réveillée, non seulement mon mari ne se souvenait plus de moi, mais il aimait une autre femme, Ashlyn. Mais je n'ai pas renoncé à notre couple. Il y a deux mois, nous étions ivres et nous avons couché ensemble pour la première fois en deux ans. Mais le lendemain matin, Jayden était plus en colère que jamais. Il était convaincu qu'il avait été drogué, ce qui n'était qu'un autre de mes stratagèmes pour le reconquérir... Je ne peux pas oublier l'image de lui me fixant sans aucune émotion dans les yeux et me tendant l'accord de divorce. Puis j'ai découvert que j'étais enceinte. La petite vie qui grandissait en moi m'a rendue plus forte. Cela fait maintenant trois ans et, lentement, chaque jour s'améliore. J'ai créé une petite entreprise de marketing et de conseil financier, mettant à profit ma formation. Mon associé, Philippe, m'a aidée à développer l'entreprise et nous sommes devenus très proches. Aujourd'hui, Philippe était tellement ému par la signature de notre plus gros contrat que ses lèvres se sont posées sur les miennes avant que je ne puisse l'en empêcher. Quand je me retourne, l'homme qui se tient devant notre porte vitrée et qui nous regarde, Philippe et moi, est mon ex-mari Jayden Brennan en personne. Y a-t-il de la jalousie dans ses yeux ? Que veut-il maintenant ?

“Nicco's fingers didn't stop their magic dance. His index finger was rubbing my nub, pressing down and stroking up when he used his thumb to slide into my core. That was enough to send me over the edge and I gripped the sides of the couch, arched my back and opened my mouth in a wordless shout while his fingers milked me. Finally, the spasms stopped, and I lay back, limp, looking over at Nicco, mortified that I could smell my arousal. Nicco pulled his fingers out, showing me the sticky juices that coated them. Then he put a finger in his mouth, sucking my nectar as I watched.” Tired of the nightly abuse, sixteen-year-old Hope runs away from her stepfather, changes her name and hits the road in an old minivan. She is homeless but surviving, trying to keep at least one step ahead of her past. One moonlit night four years later, fate places a stranger on the side of the road that needs her help. She finds herself inexplicably drawn to him. Alpha Nicco is New York City's youngest crime boss. He's also the alpha of a pack that is actively involved in his sketchy business deals. He doesn't have time for relationships, especially one with a human, but the moon goddess has a sense of humor and has chosen Hope to be his mate. Someone is stealing from Nicco and Hope has the skills to help him figure out who it is. Despite the danger she's ready to help, but Nicco has reservations. After all, she's just a human and she could never be the Luna he and his pack needs. . . . or could she?

“I'm going to miss this place, I'm going to miss you." He pushed himself up from the leaner of the couch and approached her, So I thought, why not make one last memory, one last good memory." He took her hands in his and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed play on the remote. A Moment Like This by Leona Lewis sounded through the speaker and his gaze locked with hers. Slowly he swayed them from side to side, softly singing the song to her as he did, every word laced with love and promise. That moment would be one she cherished forever because in that one moment his eyes said to her everything his lips never did, and strangely enough, she felt content. They would always have the memories they made together. “You are the world and more Sierra Brightly." He whispered when the song softened to a close. “Thank you for every laugh, for every memory, for every moment you gave me, Roman. Meeting you will always be my life's greatest adventure." She reached up and placed a lingering on his cheek, feeling tears burn the back of her eyes as she did. “Ready to go?" He asked when she stepped back. “Yeah, yeah I am." She in a deep breath and turned to the door. *** Sierra and Roman are two kindred spirits both hurt by love, sent halfway across the world for work. After a chance encounter over double chocolate ice cream, they make a deal to have an adventure in the six months which Sierra is posted there. The catch? No strings. No personal information. A clean break. Bound by loyalty and hurt by their past, join Roman as they navigate the budding romance between them and learn to uncross the stars…

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

La septième année où j'étais amoureuse de Léo, il a hérité du poste d'Alpha de son frère défunt. Et aussi de la femme de son frère, l'ancienne Luna, sa belle-sœur selon la morale, Jasmin. Chaque fois qu'il couchait avec sa belle-sœur, Léo me disait doucement : « Mia, tu es ma seule et unique compagne. Quand Jasmin sera enceinte et qu'elle aura donné naissance à l'héritier de la meute de Blazetooth, je célébrerai la cérémonie du Marquage avec toi. » Il disait que c'était la seule condition imposée par sa famille pour qu'il hérite de la meute de Blazetooth. Pendant les six mois après son retour à la meute de Blazetooth, il avait couché cent fois avec Jasmin. Au début, c'était une fois par mois, puis, il passait ses nuits là-bas tous les jours. Après ma centième nuit blanche à l'attendre, Jasmin est enfin tombée enceinte. En même temps, la nouvelle de la cérémonie du Marquage entre lui et Jasmin est arrivée. En entendant la nouvelle, mon fils m'a demandé avec innocence : « Maman, ils ont dit que papa allait faire la cérémonie avec la Luna qu'il aime, alors, pourquoi ne vient-il pas nous chercher à la maison ? » « Parce que la Luna qu'il aime, ce n'est pas maman. » J'ai caressé la tête de mon fils, « Mais ce n'est pas grave, maman va te ramener dans notre vraie maison. » Ce que Léo ne savait pas, c'était qu'en tant que fille unique d'Alpha de Merville, je ne me suis jamais souciée du titre de Luna de la meute de Blazetooth.

After six years by Archie Valez’s side, everything changed when his uncle died—and Archie took over the family legacy… and with it, the responsibility of caring for his “young” aunt, Betty Cruz, whose age was practically the same as Archie’s. Still, whatever Betty wanted, Archie delivered. I just never thought it would include a baby. Betty said she wanted a baby with the Valez bloodline. And with the uncle gone, Archie was the only one left to do the job. So he gave her that, too. “Just wait a little longer,” he would say to me, “Sabrina. As soon as she’s pregnant.” What started as once a month turned into once a week… Then it became a nightly routine. Of almost eight months that we lived in New York, Archie went to Betty over a hundred times. And she finally got pregnant. Shortly after, the Valez family announced that Archie would be marrying Betty. “Mommy,” my daughter asked softly, climbing onto the couch beside me. Elly—our Elly. My Elly. The daughter Archie never had time for. “Is someone getting married?” I held her close and kissed her hair. “Yes, sweetheart. Daddy’s finally marrying the love of his life.” Elly blinked at the screen. “But what about us?” I smiled. “We’re going home, baby,” I whispered in her ear. Archie forgot that I was Sabrina Marcellus. And the Marcellus women didn’t beg for rings. And certainly not love after betrayal.

I've been married to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He's a pureblood and the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I'm just a "temporary Luna" picked for a political alliance within the pack. In those nine years, he's brought home 199 women. Tonight makes it 200. She's a freshly turned Omega who flirted with Ryan at a party. He didn't turn her down. Instead, he brought her back to the home we share. When the woman walks through the door and sees me sitting on the living room couch, she doesn't bother hiding the mockery in her eyes. "Alpha Ryan, so this is the Luna you still haven't bothered to mark?" she asks with a smirk. Ryan leans back in his chair and answers lazily, "Yeah." She strolls over, looks down at me, and smiles smugly. Then, she reaches out and pats my face. Her voice is soft, but every word drips with provocation. "Make sure you listen tonight. I'll show you what it really takes to drive Alpha Ryan wild." That night, I'm forced to sit outside their door, listening to every sound as they sleep together. It feels like a ritual meant to strip me of every last shred of dignity. By morning, Ryan comes downstairs like nothing happened. His expression is cold as he orders, "Make breakfast. I want raw meat and coffee." I tell him no. Maybe he's forgotten, but we're only bound by an agreement. We've never officially been marked as mates. And today is the third-to-last day before that agreement ends.