Pulling Off Panties

The Eagle I watch her come out of the shower, the droplets of water on her body, I would like to take their place. I hand her a pair of panties and a top that fits her breasts well. - Get dressed. She turns her back to me so she can dress. - The first rule: never be ashamed of me. - The second rule: always dress in front of me and without turning your back to me. So look here and remove the towel to get dressed. She faces me and unwraps her towel; I look at the naked body in front of me: her enormous breasts standing out, her buttocks visible behind her, she tries to quickly put on her panties. - Stop. She freezes and looks at me with a silent question. - Turn around so I can admire your body. She spins around and I appreciate this magnificent goddess in front of me. - You are magnificent, querida. She does not respond. - Come closer so I can help you get dressed. She remains frozen, unwilling to approach. - Rule No. 3: always do what I ask you. Come closer. Sibelle is a very beautiful young woman who is kidnapped by the men of a mobster: the formidable Royal Eagle, who is merciless. Will Sibelle be able to adapt to this life? And can she soften the hardened heart of the royal eagle? Follow me to find out what will happen to her.

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“I need this job, Ralph, and I’m willing to do anything to get the job, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his. “Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit! Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table, heading for the exit. “And Victoria, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind. “Be very careful around me, I can be very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table and screwing my brains out.

He slammed into her, harder, deeper, each thrust stealing her breath. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled, voice rough with need. She trembled beneath him, gasping, “Please… don’t stop. I need you harder.” His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. One night fueled by hunger and surrender where every whispered command and aching plea pulled them deeper into a dangerous game of craving, control, and obsession… and every touch burned hotter than the last. ️ This story contains explicit, intense sexual scenes, raw passion, and dark romance. Strictly 18+. Read at your own risk.

“Someone will hear,” I whispered, the words breaking into a tremor. His family and the entire Castillo group were gathered just down the hall. Smack. My gasp tangled in my throat. “No, they won’t.” His palm landed again, sharp and claiming. Smack. “Do you want to know why?” All I could manage was a desperate, breathless sound. “Because you’ll stay quiet.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Won’t you, Abigail?” He rubbed the spot where he’d struck, the heat of his touch spreading like fire under my skin. Pins and needles rushed through me, making my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sound clawing its way up my throat. “Good girl.” His praise slid over me like sin, a command and a reward all at once. ***** Abigail swore off love the night she caught her boyfriend tangled up with the neighbor’s daughter. Relationships were nothing but heartbreak—until he came along. One touch from her new employer’s grandson, Christian Castillo, awakens a hunger she thought she’d buried forever. She knows it’s forbidden. She knows it can’t last. But desire has a way of burning through reason, and with Christian, surrender feels inevitable. Then her world shatters. Her employer is murdered, and the blame lands squarely on her shoulders. With prison looming and her only lifeline being a man who refuses to forgive her, Abigail is trapped between ruin and a marriage she never chose. But she won’t go down quietly. Someone is pulling the strings, and she’s determined to expose the truth—even if it costs her freedom, her heart, and the man she can’t stop craving. A story of love, betrayal, and the courage to fight for forgiveness—and for the truth.

Arielle Marvel's normal and boring life is thrown into a rollercoaster of events when she finds out that her step father sold her off to the ruthless mafia boss Luciano Siegel to pay off his debt, she would do everything to pay off the debt and regain her freedom again, but then Luciano wanted her services but not in the way she had thought...

She woke up to any empty bed , "panicking" she called 911 . She tried to sound freaked out but before she could say much about the matter at hand, her husband walked in . She was gravely disappointed but quickly masked it with relief . Reluctantly ,she cut the call and hugged her husband ,only for him to tense up. " who was on the phone?" He asked pulling back from the hug . She kept quiet knowing what would come next if she had said 911 . When she didn't reply ,he took her silence for an answer. He knew she was messed up but calling 911 all the time had been extreme. Annoyed he went farther away from her facing anywhere but at her . " you got to stop doing that" He clenched his jaw,really upset . " stop doing what?" ' stop wishing me dead ' he thought "Calling freaking 911 everytime I'm not around you " Silence followed. She thought he meant that as in I can't breathe without Lucas beside me kinda vibe but no... He knew. "I'm not asking you to go climb Mount Everest or jump off a cliff .I'm just asking you to grow up,Jen .You're a 22 year old act like it " He made his annoyance evident .He made no attempt to hide how pissed he was . His voice was harsh , cold and very very distant. It was always like that ,one had to get used to it She wanted to cry so bad that she had been caught but she knew he had known for a very long time now . 'Crying now would only prove him right' she thought. Finding her presence irksome, he left the room. Maybe getting married to Lucas was just crazy . Lucas was handsome ,rich ,independent. He was everything any girl wanted . everything that her father wanted for her .

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.

"Jett?" My voice trembled. "Shhh, Bunny," he murmured, tilting the bottle and pouring the liquor over my p***y. The cold sting hit my swollen folds, and I jolted up, gasping as the burn spread through me. "Ahhh—!" I nearly buckled from the mix of cold fire and his hot tongue as he went back to eating me. My body jerked off the table, chasing the torment I knew I couldn’t withstand. He pulled back, eyes dark, smirking as his tongue followed every drop running down my thighs. "F***," he groaned. "You taste even better with whiskey on your pussy." --- I thought my biggest mistake was crushing on Jason Maltideon—my best friend, the boy I’d spent my life yearning for—only for him to reject me the moment the Goddess fated me to him. But my real mistake? Giving myself to the wrong man. His twin brother—Jettison Maltideon. He’s everything I should fear: wild, reckless, a walking sin wrapped in leather and gasoline. The kind of man who fights too hard, drinks too much, and smirks like he knows exactly how to ruin me. I hate him. I hate that he looks just like the man who shattered my heart. I hate that he knows my darkest secrets—and doesn’t care. But most of all, I hate that when he touches me, I burn. Jettison wants me. He doesn’t take no, and he’s made it clear he’ll chase me until I break. Now, with the Moon Goddess pulling our strings in a storm of betrayal, forbidden bonds, and a sickness tearing our pack apart, I’ll have to decide— Is Jettison my ruin? Or the only wolf who was ever meant to save me? Note: Rated 18+. Dark romance, morally complex characters, and triggering themes.

"You have no idea do you?" He whispers, his lips only a millimetre from mine. "No idea about what?" His fingers slip around my waist, pulling me firmly against his body. I feel him everywhere. He's hard where I'm soft. Calm where my heart is beating. He lifts a hand to my face, gently cupping my cheek as he tilts my gaze to meet his. His thumb brushes against my lower lip and I suck in a sharp breath when I notice just how dark his gaze is. "You have no idea the power you have over me." ... Born to a mother who abandoned her family and a father who never even knew he existed, Aaron O Sullivan has spent his entire life fighting to prove he belongs. With a chip on his shoulder and blood on his hands, he’s determined to reclaim the legacy stolen from him. When no one moment of anger causes the one person he's grown to care about everything he's determined to step up and save her despite even if she thinks she doesn't want his help. And what way to protect her other than a fake engagement. Waitress By Day, Stripper By Night, Elle will do whatever it takes to pay off her uncle and finally buy her freedom. But behind her sharp tongue and seductive smile is a secret and trauma so depe she wasn't sure she could heal. Until him. She doesn't understand why he wants to protect her especially because he's the reason she's in this mess to begin with. She's got pain and he's got secrets. What happens when the two collide just how far are they willing to go for the things they desire.