Poetry On Letting Go

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his cock sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.

"Let me go," She said, twisting her arm, trying to wriggle out of his brutal hold. His proximity had her heart jackhammering in her ears as tears threatened to spill out. The beast of a man roughly turned her around before grabbing her delicate throat in his big veiny hand as he yanked her to him. His tan skin contrasted against her snow one as his thumb stroked the soft flesh of her swan-like neck. Her toes were barely touching the ground as she stared petrified at the man hovering over her seemingly deranged. His hot breath caressed her face and had chills running down her spine. He looked possessed. "You're mine, f*cking MINE!" He seethed a low rumble as she flinched away. His amber rims were blazing pits as they gazed at her with an unadulterated ferocity. Her chin wobbled and her plump lips trembled as the girl shook her head trying to get away from him and her struggles grew frantic. She was so scared. His jaw clenched and his nose flared in rage. "So you won't listen, huh." He rasped in a low snarl before letting her go. She took three steps away from him, clutching her hands on her chest. Her whole body trembled wildly as she saw him locking the door before he faced her while unbuttoning his shirt and her heart dropped down into the depths of utter terror, she shook her head involuntarily. "Strip, little tigress. Strip for me." He gritted viciously causing her heart to lurch to her mouth.

In a desperate bid to save her father from a terminal illness, Jia enters an auction to fund experimental treatment. Wealthy CEO Luke unexpectedly buys her freedom, setting off a chain of events. Tragedy strikes on their wedding day, erasing Jia's memories. Years later, their paths cross again as Luke's company acquires hers. Jia, now engaged to another, remains oblivious to their shared past. Luke faces the dilemma of revealing their history or letting her find happiness. Through acts of kindness, he hopes to jog her memory and revive their lost love. Will the truth destroy their rediscovered connection or lead to the happy ending they deserve?

It started with revenge. It turned into obsession. It might just become love. Lillian never meant to fall for her boss. Especially not after one reckless night, a steamy mistake she hoped to forget. But when Nathaniel Caldwell offers her a promotion, she realizes two things: 1. He remembers. 2. He’s not letting her go. He’s charming and calculating. She’s guarded and vengeful. They’re both broken, but they might be perfect for each other. Until secrets explode and Lillian finds out she was just a pawn... or was she the one holding the strings all along? Perhaps a plan to finding love after hours?

When Stacey’s mom gets transferred — again — Stacey is forced to start over in New York, bitter and lonely in her new high school. After she meets Derrick, the school’s star basketball player, everything changes he becomes her first real friend… and so much more. Family expectations, secrets, and the pressures of chasing big dreams sets in, Stacey and Derrick must make the toughest decision: Can their love survive the challenges that come with growing up? Follow Stacey and Derrick as they chase first love, stumble through heartbreak, and learn that growing up means sometimes letting go. Book 2 — Loading ………..

After a decade of chasing Carter Worthington, I'm finally worn out. Letting go of my unrequited love, I choose to embrace the man who has quietly loved me all along. His name is Eli Loxley. Not only is he a skilled surgeon, but he's also Carter's stepbrother. Although Eli spent his childhood living in Carter's shadow, he's the one who has captured my heart. On the night I accept his heartfelt confession, he lights up the entire Marrowfield sky with fireworks. He even buys a private island by the sea, where he proposes beneath a blanket of stars. I believe this is the start of my happiness. But before our wedding, Eli disappears without a trace. I end up finding him on a private yacht on the Redridge River, laughing and chatting with his friends. "The only reason I pursued Anya was to get back at Carter. "She's only enticing when she's out of reach. After sleeping with her, I realized she's nothing special. "Marriage isn't what I'm after. But using it for payback? Now that's the real temptation, wouldn't you agree?" I don't shed a tear. I slip the ring off my finger and toss it aside. On the day of the wedding, the venue would stand empty. The entire city of Oakmont would mock it. After everything, I've decided to be the one who runs away as well. But why is the one who didn't love me then now frantically pleading for me to return? I'm afraid this chapter has closed. I won't turn back.

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

When the past collides with the present, the heart can't be ignored. Darla thought her arranged marriage to the billionaire, and magnetic Elijah Houston was behind her. After all, what were forgotten vows and buried feelings in the face of new beginnings? But returning to Atlanta as his business partner, she discovers that some flames refuse to die out. Elijah is relentless in his pursuit of Darla, but as the stakes rise, their rekindled feelings threaten not just their careers but the very people they hold dear. Torn between ambition and affection, they face a heart-wrenching dilemma: choose each other and risk hurting others, or protect their loved ones and shatter their own hearts once more. Join a journey of second chances, heartache, and the fierce power of love that proves sometimes, letting go can be just as hard as holding on. Will they find their way back to happiness, or will the weight of their decisions tear them apart for good? *** "Are you going to say it?" "Fuck you!" I snapped. "You left and abandoned me when I was pregnant with your kids! How dare you think that you can come back into my life, and I'll just forgive you as if you didn't leave me to be with another woman?! You're a motherfucking cunt, Mr. Houston!" "I know that I lied, cheated, and divorced you on claims that Abigail was pregnant! I know that I was an asshole who doesn't deserve sympathy from you, but I love you!" He sighed. "I love you with all my heart, and nothing makes sense to me more than you." He breathed. "You're the only thing that wakes me up at night. Day and night, you're the only thing that I think about."

Repeatedly oppressed, trod upon, and killed. Claude felt like same about his wife's relatives. They even humiliated him. But then it never ended, Claude learned of his mother-in-law's plans of having him killed. She wants him dead. Claude came up with a plan. With the aid of his friend, he will pretend to be dead in order to exact the retribution he desires. He carried out the plan on the day of Claude's parent-in-law's anniversary. That very same day, he died. Will Claude exact the retribution he desires? Or... He will only end up letting the people oppressed him get away with their sin?

I knew better than letting the devil get to me. But it was a hopeless fight when that devil came in the form of Mr. Joe Anderson, the sexiest, the most manipulative, and the most obsessed. Him. My literature professor and my best friend's Father. The man who took my virginity and my sanity. The man who broke me; who reduced me to filth. I never thought I'd be this girl who'd fuck her best friend's Father. I had no reason to be this girl. I was trained right. I was warned about men who loved preying on good girls like me.