Pulp Fiction: Jules And Vincent

STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD TO ENSURE BEST QUALITY OF CONTENT. "Are you a friend or foe?" I whispered as a strong sense of desire flared just by the mere heat I felt coming from his body. "Neither." He smirked devilishly. "My alliance lies with the highest bidder. They say kill, I say how much." "Then are you here to kill me?" I asked trying to remain rational as his intoxicating essence attacks all my senses. "Not in the literal sense." He whispers in my ear. "I plan to hog tie and f**k you til you think you've died and gone to heaven." "Is that a promise?" My core throbs as I imagine all the ways he could please me. "It is, and I always keep my promises." Since birth Amya's life was all planned out for her. Every step, every lesson, every day was spent preparing to be the bride of Vincent Miguel, the alpha of the Blue Moon pack. At least, that was the plan until Mykel Brady came crashing into her life. Now Amya finds herself oddly drawn to the wild and mysterious Mykel. This attraction leaves her rethinking her entire existence and desperately wanting to leave the mundane life she has always lived. Mykel, a wicked assassin whose alliance went with the highest bidder was hired to get rid of Amya, but little did he expect to find himself oddly attracted to her and her fierce and wild spirit. Not one to care for the rules or responsibilities, Mykel finds himself taking Amya away from the life she always knew and introducing her to his world. A world of kill or be killed and darkness. Will the two be able to defy all the odds for one another?

Mature Audience Only "Beg me for it," he demanded, rubbing my wet slit. "Beg me to fuck you right here on the side of the road." I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me." He chuckled darkly. "Not good enough," he said, his fingers dipping inside me, teasing me with shallow thrusts. "Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how badly you want my cock splitting you open, making you scream." I was panting now, my body burning with need. "Please," I begged louder, arching my back to push my ass against him. "Please fuck me. I'm so empty, I need you to fill me up. I need your big, hard cock stretching me, making me yours." "Mmm, that's more like it," he praised, removing his fingers from my pussy. I whined at the loss, but then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Wet Desires is a seductive book of short stories that will leave you breathless, flushed, and craving more. Within these pages, fantasies come alive—each tale exploring the raw, unfiltered heat of passion in its most intimate forms. Sensual, daring, and unapologetically erotic, this collection is your invitation to indulge without restraint… because some desires are meant to be satisfied. This work is a collection of adult fiction intended for mature audiences 18 years and older only. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and depictions of dark, taboo, and morally questionable themes, including elements of dominance, submission, power exchange, and non-traditional relationships.

Luca's expression turned serious. "What's going on, Isabella? You can tell me anything." Isabella took a deep breath before blurting out the truth. "I'm pregnant, Luca." The room fell silent. Luca's eyes widened in shock. Isabella continued, her voice shaking. "And the father... is Vincent Moreno." Luca's face turned grim. "The mafia king?" Isabella nodded, feeling a wave of fear wash over her. She knew what this meant. She knew that she couldn't keep her pregnancy a secret from Vincent. He would stop at nothing to claim his child. Luca's voice brought her back to reality. "You know what this means, don't you? You can't keep this a secret from him. He'll find out, and when he does... " Isabella's eyes flashed with determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my child, Luca. I'll go to the ends of the earth to keep them safe from him." Luca's expression turned somber. "How long can you keep running, Isabella? You can't hide forever." Isabella's jaw set in determination. "As long as I'm alive, Luca. I'll never let him near my child." *** "WHERE IS MY CHILD, ISABELLA?" He thundered, his eyes blazing with fury. Isabella's cup fell from her hands, shattering on the floor. She felt like she was frozen in time, unable to move or speak. The man took a step closer, his eyes fixed on hers. "You've been hiding my child from me for seven years. It's time I took what's mine."

Isaac held her hand with the depleting energy in him, his body shaking as he felt the steady stream of crimson fluid pumping out of his heart and flowing down his skin, staining his vest. She tried to pull the scissors out again, but he held on tighter, squeezing his face at the searing pain. "Love," He mumbled, looking into her cold eyes. Natalie pulled at the scissors, but he held on with every little energy he had in him, shaking his head in plea that she'd stop. She didn't, and his tenacity made her twist the tool, and he let out a painful groan, a hot drop of tear escaping his eyes. ... As he laid there with four bleeding puncture wounds in his body, his bloodshot eyes fell on her unconscious body, and more painful tears trickled down his face. He had failed. He had failed his wife and son. *** Natalie Cabel's life changes from bitter to bittersweet after a one-night stand with Isaac Bardekk, heir apparent to the throne of Bardaen. His love was contagious and bewitching, and she found herself helplessly wanting him in her forever. But a lady without roots could never be a crown princess of such a powerful kingdom, especially not one who lived a promiscuous life. Isaac, however, was not ready to give up as he promised her a new identity, prestige, and immunity in return for her being a faithful wife. For how long, though, and to what extent can she remain immune to hate and adversity from the queen consort? The queen mother? Her father-in-law, the king? And the subjects? If so, can she really uphold her faithfulness and be free from her husband's hate? Even when Vincent, Isaac's stepbrother, targets that?

Before I turned eighteen, I was the adored principessa of the Moretti family. That all changed on my eighteenth birthday, when my father brought home an orphan girl named Carina. "She needs a home," my father said. "You will look after her, like a sister." From that moment on, nothing was the same. My brother, who once doted on me, became cold and distant. And my fiancé... his love for me seemed to halve overnight. The family praised Carina for being gentle and obedient, calling her a far better daughter than me, their own flesh and blood. After being cast aside for Carina one too many times, I finally broke and grabbed my father's sleeve. "Does blood mean nothing at all?" My father's fury ignited. He sheltered a tear-stricken Carina behind him, and in front of every member of the family, he struck me across the face. "You selfish waste. I wish I'd never had you." "You bring shame to this family," my brother Marco's voice was as cold as a blade. "Get out." And my fiancé, Vincent, looked at me with disappointment,"If only it had been Carina I was engaged to from the start." They thought I would grovel at their feet, like I always did. But I said nothing, just walked to the family safe, removed the official documents, and drew a single line through my name. I took the engagement ring from my finger and placed it on the table. I gave Carina everything they felt I didn't deserve. After all, I only had a few days left to live. But they had no idea then that amid the ruins of the Moretti family, they would one day kneel in the rain and plead for my return.

(Complete)She helps me stand up and fuck I really miss her so much, but she still doesn't talk, maybe she was still mad at me. She helps me walk through my room and we fall to my bed together with her. She was on the top. She kisses me again and since I really miss her so much I respond immediately even if I couldn't see clearly. And when our kiss stops, I caressed her face. I call her name but I feel so dizzy, she was about to remove my belt but I stop her and said that “no” But she was so persistent, “Vincent, please just once, please I want you. I want to feel your body through mine” At last, she talked and her voice was so very gentle and I really wanted to hear it all day long. “am I not attracted to you? that's why you keep on refusing to do it with me?” I caress her face and I sigh, she made another conclusion about why I always refuse to do, have sex with her. Does the thought never cross her mind? that I've been respecting her that much that's why I didn't make out with her. However, when she was the one who is controlling my body now I know I couldn't stop myself from doing it. She is was beautiful and smells good to resist aside from that she was so ready to remove my clothes. When she was about to remove my boxer I immediately saw clearly that the liquor that I drink disappeared and I grabbed her two hands and we changed our position now. I'm the one who's on her top and I am pinning her to my bed.

Sebelum aku berumur delapan belas, aku adalah putri kesayangan Keluarga Mahendra. Semua berubah pada hari ulang tahunku yang kedelapan belas, ketika ayah pulang membawa seorang gadis yatim piatu bernama Karina. "Dia butuh rumah," kata ayah. "Kamu yang akan mengurusnya, seperti adikmu sendiri." Sejak saat itu, semuanya berubah. Kakakku yang dulu begitu memanjakanku, menjadi dingin dan menjauh. Dan tunanganku... seakan cintanya padaku tiba-tiba berkurang setengah. Keluarga memuji Karina karena lembut dan patuh, menyebutnya anak yang jauh lebih baik daripada aku, darah daging mereka sendiri. Setelah berkali-kali tersisih karena Karina, aku akhirnya putus asa dan meraih lengan ayah. "Apakah hubungan darah nggak ada harganya di mata kalian?" Amarah ayah menyala. Ia melindungi Karina yang berlinang air mata di belakangnya, dan di depan setiap anggota keluarga, ia menamparku. "Kamu anak egois. Seandainya aku tak pernah melahirkanmu." "Kamu mempermalukan keluarga ini." Suara saudaraku Martin Mahendra sedingin es. "Pergi!" Dan tunanganku, Vincent Santoso, menatapku penuh kecewa. "Seandainya sejak awal yang bertunangan denganku adalah Karina." Mereka mengira aku akan merangkak di hadapan mereka, seperti biasanya. Tapi aku diam saja, berjalan ke brankas keluarga, mengeluarkan kartu keluarga, dan mencoret namaku dengan satu garis. Aku melepas cincin pertunangan dari jariku dan meletakkannya di atas meja. Aku memberikan Karina segala yang menurut mereka tidak layak kuterima. Bagaimanapun, aku hanya punya beberapa hari lagi untuk hidup. Yang tak mereka sadari adalah kelak, di atas kehancuran Keluarga Mahendra, mereka akan berlutut di bawah hujan, memohon aku kembali.

Sebagai seorang model ternama tentu banyak orang mengenal Jane. Ia juga merupakan anak emas agensi. Muda, kaya, dan terkenal. Siapa yang tidak ingin memiliki tiga hal tersebut dalam hidup yang katanya hanya satu kali. Namun, kebahagiaan itu secara mendadak berubah menjadi sesuatu yang menyiksa Jane, ketika bayangan masa lalunya muncul. . Masa lalu yang pernah ia lalui begitu kelam, menyeruak menghancurkan kewarasannya. Hingga suatu hari, Lilibet, sang psikiater menyarankannya untuk rehat dan berlibur ke sebuah tempat dengan pemandangan pantai dan air lautnya yang indah. Disanalah ia bertemu dengan sosok Vincent. Seorang pria pemilik kafe yang ramah meskipun seringkali membuatnya kesal. Mereka tak sering bertemu, namun ketika bertemu akan saling berbagi cerita layaknya kawan lama. Entah apa yang membuat Jane yang begitu tertutup, bahkan pada Lilibet sekalipun, bisa begitu bebas bercerita pada Vincent. Hari-hari Jane di tempat baru terasa menyenangkan, sampai kemudian masalah lain muncul membuatnya terpaksa kembali ke ibu kota. Semuanya tambah runyam dan membuat karir Jane di ujung jurang. Jane pikir penderitaannya di masa lalu telah berakhir, namun ternyata belum. Ia putus asa. Wanita keras kepala dan dianggap egois itu, hampir menyerah akan hidupnya. Di saat itu, sosok Vincent kembali hadir, merengkuhnya dan memberikannya kehangatan. Pria yang selalu membuat Jane nyaman menjadi dirinya sendiri. "Kesuksesan itu—seperti ketika kau menukarkan jiwamu dengan iblis. Kau harus rela menjadi budak dari sebuah kesempurnaan.” Ketika kau mendapatkan sesuatu, maka kau juga harus rela kehilangan sesuatu yang lain.”

"You are not going anywhere Alina, especially not to that green-eyed bastard." He said, slamming her against the wall & caging her in his arms. "Who do you think you are to tell me that? You are not my boss, Shane." She glared at him. He smirks, "I think you forgot who the boss is. You want me to remind you again?" He licked his lips as his gaze darted towards her lips. Her lips quivered under his hot gaze, as his lips almost touching hers. She took deep breaths, 'Control yourself Alina. Don't get him under your skin.' "Don't play with fire, Shane. You don't know who you are dealing with." She smirked. "Try me." He whispered, lightly grazing her earlobe with his teeth. ____ Alina, a strong headed & badass woman whose life is perfect as a Event planner. She just wants to increase her branches with her best friend & live a simple life. The only thing that bothers her is, her insecurities with men. Everything is normal until she crosses paths with the most powerful gang leader in New York. Shane Vincent King. He’s hot, mysterious, sexy yet dangerous. If you ever dare to come in his way then you’ll no longer be in this world... Every woman wants to be with him but he has his eyes only for one woman. What if Alina is that woman who he wants for all his life? Can she be able to put her insecurities aside for him? What if she got dragged into a dangerous life after entering his life? Or is her life already dangerous because of her unknown past? Will Shane help her to know her past, leading her into a new life & fall in love with each other or fate has some other plans for them?

My mother is the Royal duchy and I am her sole heir. My mother was once deceived by my father, which nearly bankrupted our family. That bastard father of mine disappeared without a trace, taking the fortune he'd stolen from my mother and running off with his mistress. To prevent me from falling for the same kind of man in the future—to keep me from being fooled and robbed blind—my mother adopted two war orphans. She planned to raise them as potential husband candidates for me. But mother never knew the truth. These two men appeared respectful and obedient to her arrangements on the surface. But privately, they were both infatuated with my maid Josie. They constantly neglected me and made my life difficult, all to win her favor. My favorite, Marcus Reed, even gave up his own last name. He changed it to Josie's—Marcus Thompson. The betrayal cut deeper than I'd expected. Before mother died, she asked me the question I'd been dreading. "Which one do you want to choose as your husband?" But I had heard something interesting lately. There was a mafia heir—Vincent Rossi—who was notorious for his violence. He'd killed innocent people. Years of brutal fighting had left him severely injured. The doctors said he had less than six months to live. The mafia Rossi family wanted to marry him to a noblewoman before he died. I didn't hesitate to reach out to him. I offered an alliance through marriage. To my surprise, the Rossi family agreed. But on my wedding day, Marcus and the other candidate burst into the ceremony. They begged me to reconsider. "Please, don't do this!" Marcus shouted, his face desperate. "You can't marry him!" I stood there in my wedding dress, looking at the two men who had spent years ignoring me for my maid. Now they wanted me back? How interesting.