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Smut Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, obsession, stalking, power play, and dark themes. He was supposed to destroy her. Instead, he became addicted to her. Drisana Varma has spent her life as a traded pawn in Chicago’s brutal mafia underworld. Controlled. Manipulated. Used. So she became the ultimate player, cold, calculating, always three steps ahead. No man has ever managed to break her. Until Armani Moretti. The quiet, dangerous transfer student who knows things he shouldn’t. He mentions her private habits. He appears exactly when she needs him. When Drisana finally connects the dots, the truth is worse than she feared. He is her faceless stalker. He has been waiting for the perfect moment to claim her. She should run. Instead, she blackmails him into a fake relationship contract and demands to move into his apartment, stepping willingly into the monster’s cage. What starts as her calculated game of power quickly becomes something far more dangerous and addictive. Behind the signed clauses and careful rules, the mask falls away. Nights turn raw and filthy. Rough hands pinning her down. Possessive growls against her throat. Brutal, claiming sex that leaves her bruised, dripping, and shamefully begging for the man who has stalked her for years. He doesn’t just want her body. He wants to own her completely, her fear, her pleasure, her every breath. But the deeper they fall into this twisted, all-consuming obsession, the closer they get to a devastating truth. A buried secret involving a dead woman that connects them both in ways neither could have imagined. A lie powerful enough to destroy two mafia empires… and the dangerous love that was never supposed to exist.

I bought expensive red lingerie to save my marriage. When I got home on Christmas Eve, I found my husband on his knees with his face buried between another man's legs. I ran. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Ended up crying in the airplane bathroom where the most gorgeous man I've ever seen found me. One thing led to another, and he bent me over that sink and gave me the best sex of my life. Turns out he's Knox Volkov. The Lycan King. My husband's boss. The most powerful and ruthless alpha alive. When we landed, he looked me dead in the eye and said he had a proposition for me. One that would let me get revenge on my cheating husband while experiencing pleasure I never knew existed. The catch? Be his fake girlfriend for one week at the Christmas Summit. For seven days, I'd be completely his. I should have said no. But I was hurt and angry and desperate to feel wanted again. So I said yes. But on one condition—he has to make me come every single time. He agreed with a wicked smile. But what happens when the fake starts feeling real? When I'm falling for a man who's sworn he'll never love or take a mate again? When his rules are no emotions, no strings, no forever—but my heart doesn't care about his rules? What happens when the seven days end and he's supposed to let me go? TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING (18+) WARNING: THIS IS A CHRISTMAS EROTICA WITH SO MUCH SMUT AND JUST ENOUGH PLOT. GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

"You came for revenge. Too bad you're about to get fucked instead," he says darkly against my lips, sending waves of lust blazing through my body at the sound of his husky voice. I shudder but stifle a moan as his hand smoothly glides down my stomach to cup my drenched core. My knees nearly buckle from the blissful sensation. It's intoxicating, but I hate it. I hate him — I remind myself. I shouldn't be feeling this turned on by this creep touching me. "Get away from me, you disgusting pervert," I sneer, wanting to shove him off me, but I struggle to do so. Not because his hold on me is firm or inescapable, but because my heart is already racing with excitement at the promise of him fucking me until I lose every single one of my brain cells. ~~~~~~~~ What started as a determined quest for revenge spiraled into something twisted and dark when Whitney Sullivan unexpectedly crossed paths with the school's notorious hockey captain, Carlos Martinez. She wanted revenge for what Carl did to her friend, Jayden Logan, so she decided to seek justice herself. She carefully devised the perfect plan and patiently waited weeks to enact it. However, on the night she sneaked into his mansion to wreak havoc on him, she unfortunately got caught — by him. The devil. He cornered her with a sinister smirk and demanded that before he'd let her go, she'd have to fulfill his sick request after ruining his orgy night with her pathetic revenge attempt. NB: This book contains great smut, morally gray characters, and other strong dark romance themes like twisted obsession and unsolicited possessiveness. (18+).

At our high school reunion, my ex announced he was getting married. In the middle of the congratulations, someone piped up. “Hey, where’s Wren tonight? She didn’t show?” The whole room cracked up. “Wren? Probably still earning her keep in some rich guy’s bed.” “She dumped James for money, and now look at him. He’s the wealthiest guy in New York. Bet she’s kicking herself.” Someone snickered. “I heard the guy’s some fat old man. God, how does she even stomach it.” I broke up with James Thorne the year he loved me the most, and walked straight into the arms of another man, a man with money. Now he had a new girlfriend, he’d taken over Thorne Capital, and he was one of New York’s most talked-about young executives. He’d organized this reunion because he couldn’t wait to show off how good his life had turned out. “Enough. Drop it.” In the middle of the laughter, James spoke up. “I have a better life now. Whether Wren is dead or alive has nothing to do with me anymore.” “What if she really were dead?” The room went silent.

Meet Phoebe Collins, one look at her and you'd call her the perfect girl. You know, the girl who's effortlessly pretty, gets the best grades and probably has the perfect family, or so you'd think.. The only unusual thing about this 'perfect girl' is that she doesn't socialize with her peers. At least not anymore. She prefers the little world she makes up in her head. But will a confrontation change her life for the better and will she actually be willing to come out of her fantasy world and focus on reality when she meets the troublesome transfer student Cole Reese. ............................................................................... Meet Cole Reese, he's known everywhere as the bad boy, everywhere meaning all around the schools in the country of Philly.. The boy who you don't want to have a fight with. The boy who's not afraid to get his hand dirty. The boy who every boy envys or hates and every girl wants to date or to be friends with at least. As if, the formers always the case. He's been moving from school to school his whole life because of his endless scandals and shenanigans. See, A typical bad boy.. But Will he actually want to stay in this school when he meets the weird but interesting girl Phoebe Collins. And the big question, Is everything really as it seems??

"You want my mouth on you?" His husky voice holds a thread of amusement. "Then beg for it." I'm mindless with desire, my thoughts all over the place, and that's probably why I don't hesitate before saying, "Please." "Good girl," he croons, before his head disappears between my legs, giving me what I want. What I need.  ------- Rory Tremaine is spoiled by her father and is used to getting everything she wants. So when a threat in the form of a stalker has her father hiring a bodyguard to protect her, Rory decides that the sexy hunk of a man is what she wants next.  When Carter accepts the job of protecting Rory, he knows that it's going to be taxing. What he doesn't expect, however, is for it to become his hardest job yet—in more ways than one.  Women propositioning him comes with being attractive and Carter is usually pro at resisting temptation. The thing is that with Rory, he's not so sure he can.  He's 36 and she's 23.  Giving into his urges would be wrong. Not to mention, forbidden.  But when Rory goes after something, she's relentless and Carter is about to realise that giving in is so much easier than resisting.

After three years of pretending to be dead on livestreams, I finally earned enough money to treat my daughter. I was about to go home and tell my wife and daughter when I overheard a call between the platform administrator and my wife. The administrator said humbly, “Chairman Morgan, Mr. Wells’s livestreams have generated tens of millions in revenue over these years. “The company withheld ninety-five percent of it. Should we keep withholding more?” Stacy fell silent for a moment before answering, “No need. Three years of testing him is enough. He barely moves year-round. He even developed muscle atrophy and didn’t tell me.” John’s voice came through the phone next. He said, “Stacy, Sam can even pretend to be dead, so what if this is an act too? “Besides, Emma’s already used to Sam being gone, so she probably won’t accept having a dad again anytime soon.” After some hesitation, my wife said indifferently, “If that’s the case, then withhold it for another six months.” I smiled and tossed the diagnosis report confirming amyotrophic lateral sclerosis into the trash. There was no need for them to test me anymore. I no longer needed to pretend.

After being sold to a ruthless bipolar Alpha by her stepfather, she has to leave under cruelty. The plan was to give birth to a son for the Alpha, then she would be allowed to go. The last thing she thought would happen was the both of them being mate. The alpha doesn't know of the mate bond or he probably doesn't care. He hates her and can't wait for the contract to be over, so he would finally have a heir She tries her utmost best to make him love her as a mate. She would make ribbons and put notes inside them for him. She hardly got to see him so she felt the notes made them closer. The Alpha low-key enjoyed getting these notes because they help with his condition. They also reminded him of his mother but his ego fails to admit he likes them On a certain night, she goes to drop the ribbon of notes as usual, but she finds him ramming into another woman. Her hope is shattered and she decides to leave the pack. The Alpha feels the impact of her disappearance. He only sees her value when she leaves. His power and ego come to play as he suddenly craves her Now he wants her back and will do anything to make her his.

It was all her fault. My life could have been simple—40-hour shifts at KFC, sneaking extra chicken crumbs, and binge-watching reality shows. But no. Instead, here I was, standing at the altar, saying I do to a man whose idea of “casual” involved drugs, women, and murder on speed dial. Thanks, Mom. Not only did she ruin my life, but she also sold it—traded me off to the deadliest Mafia boss alive, Mario Santiago, as if I were some secondhand couch on clearance. Mario Santiago. Yeah, that Mario Santiago. The Human Terminator. The guy whose enemies mysteriously vanish like my paycheck two days after payday. And now, I was his wife. He glanced at me with a slow, wolfish smile that practically screamed trouble. That was when I knew two things: 1. I was completely doomed. 2. This man was going to wreck my heart (and probably my life). But hey, it could be worse, right? At least I’d get a killer wardrobe out of it. *** Are you looking for romance and humor? Stuck with Mario Santiago is a hilarious, Mafia billionaire romance filled with danger, betrayal, drama, and a love story you won’t forget. Dive in—you won’t regret it (but the characters might).

As I was about to leave my brother’s restaurant, the female manager stopped me. "Miss, excuse me, but you haven’t paid your bill." I looked at the unfamiliar face and thought that she was probably new and didn’t recognize me, so I explained politely, "Just put it on the owner’s tab. He knows me." The manager shot me a disdainful look. "Miss, this is a Michelin three-star restaurant. We don’t let just anyone run up a tab." She handed me a printed bill. I glanced at it. Fifty thousand dollars for one meal. Three thousand for tableware maintenance, five thousand for exclusive air purification, ten thousand for a VIP mood-calming service fee, and a bunch of other ridiculous charges. I didn’t even know my brother’s place was such a scam. I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. "I’m the owner’s sister. If there’s a problem, tell him to talk to me at home." But she just wouldn’t drop it. "If you can’t afford it, stop acting like you can. And don’t act like you know Mr. White, either." I fired off a quick text to my secretary. 【Tell my brother to either fire this manager or I’m pulling my investment.】