Pursed Lips Breathing

"Just join me for a drink perhaps?" Her bushy brows rose suggestively at me. She knew my answer, she knew what I'd say. I grabbed the bottle off her scrawny hands and said "You know, for a one time thing, this has become a regular." To be honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting up with her. Not that I was going to admit it to her face. "Like therapy sessions from two dumb, ill-favored kids. Who are trying to give each other easing words." She was right. Though her stumbled movements indicated a slight intoxication. Suddenly, out of the awkward moment, she looked up at me with a sad smile and said. "I might be a street girl but is it too bad to wish for a normal life? Go to proms? Have new clothes? Shelter? Love? Do I not deserve?" Her teary eyes searched deep into my soul. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get so close with barely an inch barrier? "Flare..." that was all I could say because then all I could feel were soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so nice. Subconsciously, I grabbed her little body and went for another kiss, this time, a deeper kiss.

After the death of her family, Romona Quinn, a Seer and half dragon destined to protect her kind, the dragons, had a goal in mind to kill the tyrant lycan Alpha king Caspian of Dalerie, who had taken everything from her. What she didn't expect was the blooming, overwhelming passion that erupted whenever he gazes at her. Alpha Caspian Alessandro, a powerful lycan, despises dragons and anything related to magic, and he destroys them all in his empire. What happens when he meets his fated mate that dispels his hatred? What happens when he becomes entangled in the web of her raging vengeance? ... "Stay with me, and piece by piece, I will make your life even more extraordinary than it is." He whispered monotonously, slowly carressing her red cheeks with the back of his fingers and igniting the fire she never thought she had in her. Ramona's luminous pink lips parted slightly, her heart raced, and her twinkling amber eyes reflected those blazing crimson eyes that oozed desire. "It will be the biggest mistake I will ever make, but I will never regret it, Caspian," her voice came out deep, and the side of her lips pulled up. What was she thinking?! Was she really not going to regret staying with him? What about vengeance?

"Let me go." Anna tried to get out of Xavier's grip, but he tightened his grip and hid his face in her neck. Anna's eyes widened in shock. His intentions were dangerous. Before she could do anything, he leaned and licks her neck with his hot tongue and start tracing it to her earlobe. Anna pushed herself away from Xavier with full force and slapped him in the face. Xavier’s face suddenly turned red. Till today, nobody dare to slap him, he was Mafia king. He squeezed Anna's hair in his fist and grabbed her jaw. "To this day, no one has dared to deny me and you dared to slap me. Now you will pay for it.” He yelled furiously. "Yes, I raised my hand and I will raise it again. Humans are not beasts but you are a beast and you are not even ashamed of it,” Anna said with a tone full of hatred. "If you talk to me like that in the future, I will kill you and what did you say I am a beast? Why don't I show you to be a beast?" He leaned on her lips again and didn't back down until Anna's lips started bleeding. - This is the story of Mafia King's love that turned into obsession.

"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless billionaire finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)

I've died on my wedding day. When I'm in the middle of getting cruelly tortured by the thugs, my parents, older brother, and my fiance are all comforting my younger adopted sister, Arianna Capuano, who's bawling her eyes out. Before I die, I've called them for help. But Diego Atzori, my fiance who's the next Don of the Atzori family, sounds extremely angry at me when he picks up the call. "Carlotta Capuano, Arianna's life is more important than our marriage! Stop putting on an act just to attract attention!" The call goes dead. My life is also entering its countdown. I can only lie in my own puddle of blood, my body broken and mutilated, until I stop breathing entirely. No one can find me at home. They think I'm just throwing a tantrum because the wedding has gotten canceled. Perhaps I've chosen to run away from the altar just so I can attract their attention. What they don't know is the fact that I've never left home. In fact, I've died in the basement of my own house. I died right beneath their feet.

“Please…please…don’t….” My breathing heavy and loud, were I aggressively gripped on the table not wanting to let go. He was fucking inserting it, and hitting it in the right spot, I fucking enjoyed it when he fuck me in this position, bent fully on the table with him banging me from behind. “You fucking girl.” He slapped hard on my ass that it immediately had my pussy convulsing with squirt. None stop he was ruining me from that angle whereas I was trying to hush down my voice, after all we were in his office. How scandalous would it be if someone should find us like this, me half naked with my professors pants dropped to the ground, were his dick was connected to my pussy from behind. “Ahhh….Mr Grey” I choked on the moan, Christian had his hand on my neck pressing me harder on the table, I couldn’t even breathe with the amount of pleasure he was bloating me with. Yeah, I was fucking my professor, an aspiring nun was committing such a brutal sin in her professors office. He turned me into this sex animal who was at his beg and call. Did I enjoy it? Yeah I fucking loved it but it was soon going to get me ruined, sooner then I expected.

On the night of my graduation party, just before my first shift, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart discovered I might awaken Alpha bloodline. She tricked me into eating a layered cake laced with silver powder. I'm extremely sensitive to silver. After eating it, my chest heaved violently, my eardrums buzzed, and I gasped desperately for air with my mouth wide open. Lynette laughed like a maniac. "There's just a tiny bit of silver powder in that cake. Are you seriously overreacting like this? Who are you putting on this show for?" I collapsed on the ground like a dying dog, begging my boyfriend. "Tyler, please take me to the hospital. I'm really going to die." My boyfriend Tyler Cross looked at me coldly. "How much silver powder could possibly be in such a small piece of cake?" "Lynette's writing her graduation thesis on how Alpha bloodlines suppress silver poisoning. She just needs a little help from you. Do you really need to fake being dead?" My breathing became more and more labored. I stopped begging him. Instead, I pulled out my phone and sent an emergency message with my location to my father, the Alpha King.

"I hate you Mason Livingston," I mumbled breathlessly, my knuckles wound tightly around his collar, as my knees threatened to buckle under me. "I know," his throaty whisper threatened to undo the very last of my resistance. I had to resist him, I had to resist his kiss, his touch, his smell, I had to resist him. He broke my heart before. "But just for tonight," he brushed his lips lightly against mine and the very last shred of resistance gave way. "Just for tonight Imogen, I want to feel your passion, raw and untamed..." Just for tonight... Was my last thought before he claimed my lips with fiery passion. *** Imogen Grey wanted nothing more than to be loved by Mason Livingston, heir to the multi billion dollars Livingston empire. That was until he broke her heart in the worst way possible. Six years later, fate brings them together. Now Imogen wants nothing than to ruin Mason Livingston and also to protect her 6 year old son from him. But Mason is not the same playboy she knew six years ago. Now with everything riding on the line, Imogen must choose, passion or revenge

“The safe word is cherry, baby girl.” He husked as his fingers trailed down my heat, and I bit my lip seductively, raising myself as high as I could with being tied up. “Yes daddy.” I whispered, and a gasp left my lips as he sank his fingers deep into me, curling on my g-spot, then pulling out and licking my juices off his fingers. “Good girl.” Then he spanked my ass with the whip in his hand, and a scream left my lips as he rammed into me. Emma Williams had one goal in mind, taking down her abusive ex boyfriend who cost her her future and left her to bleed at the side of the road. She’s supposed to be dead, but wasn’t. With a new face and name, Emma made sure that she was going to make sure she ruined him, using his father. She wasn’t expecting a sexy as sin man to be the father of her ex, and one thing she also didn’t expect was wanting him with her every being. She thirsted for him, and with every touch and stroke, she slowly lost view of what she was fighting for. Dominic was ruin itself, she couldn’t have enough. It was almost enough for her to give up her goal of ruining his only son… Or was it?

She’s not looking for trouble;just a drink to forget her own name. But when her eyes meet his across the dim bar, something dangerous sparks. He doesn’t move nor chase. He simply waits, dark and still, like a predator certain of his prey. One word from his lips—kneel—and her body betrays every pretense. She’s on her knees before she can think, heat pooling, control shattering. He calls her what she is: desperate,needy and his. He doesn’t ask...He takes her mouth,her surrender. The brutal stretch of him filling every hollow she didn’t know she had. He fucks her like he owns her, and God help her, she wants to be owned. When it’s over,after he’s wrung the last broken plea from her lips,he pulls her close, whispers against her sweat-slick temple. Daddy’s just getting started. She should run. Instead, she stays. And begs for more. ********* A dark, intoxicating taste of power and surrender. For readers who like their romance rough, raw, and completely consuming erotica novels. This for you!❤️🍓