Raw Chicken Breast Vein

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?

Ariana, the rebellious daughter of a CEO, is trapped in a loveless arranged marriage with Robert Stone, Chicago's youngest billionaire. In the past, she secretly loved Robert, even though she knew he was in love with her sister, Flora. After Flora’s mysterious death, Robert is forced to marry Ariana, and their union was a miserable one. They had issues, and Ariana lost their unborn child. Robert became repentant and wants to make their marriage work but Ariana has lost interest. A certain doctor may have caught her eye. ••• I moaned loudly as he unhooked my bra and cupped my breast in his palm. I felt like an electric shot had gone through my body, sending tidal waves of pleasure to the folds in between my legs. I wiggled and squirmed in his laps. “Rob?” I moaned. It was both a question and an answer. He answered by covering my breast with his mouth and I nearly died from the pleasure. His mouth was warm and I could not stay still any longer, I reached for his belt buckle, unbuttoning his trousers…

“Hey, little rogue. You belong to me. You can never escape from me.” His voice was solid and fearful as I stared at him with intense hatred “I’d rather die than let you have me. To hell with you!” I spat at his face, my chest fuming with anger “I was planning to take you to heaven but if you prefer hell, then so be it.” his hoarse voice roamed my neck and before I could blink, my left breast was in his huge palm He crushed it painfully as he locked his gaze with me. I winced in pain but refused to fall for his cheap, pleasurable tricks. “Everything, everything about you is mine. You can never die without my permission. I will make you submit to my authority,” he declared with a rougher voice and claimed my right breast in his mouth My body betrayed me. A slight gasp escaped my throat as his wet tongue coated my nipple. It was insanely good. The mix of pleasure and hatred were too much for my body to handle, I had to let go of one for the other. Pleasure! My body chose that as I shamelessly moaned in his tight grip. He was sucking hard on the breast in his mouth as he fondled the other. “Shit!” I found myself spitting out as he stopped abruptly His eyes were red with pleasure as he stared at me. “Let’s stop here for today, little rogue. We shall continue another time” I couldn’t believe my ears. I watched the enemy that killed my entire family walk out of the door without being able to do anything but the most terrible thing was that I enjoyed his pleasure. “Damn you, Aria!” I cursed myself as I broke into tears.

After I get pregnant, my husband goes jogging every night. One night, he leaves in such a hurry that he only wears his smart watch. He forgets to bring his phone with him. I accidentally see the messages he sends his female colleague. "Want to come over for a free meal? And maybe… a little of me, too?" "I'm not really hungry tonight—except for a taste of you." The chicken stew he's fed me tonight gurgles in my stomach as it turns. If I remember correctly, he's just introduced this colleague to my brother.

Prepare to indulge yourself in a world where intimacy, and lust have no boundaries and intense sexual fantasies come alive. This is an intense erotic bookset, containing ten short stories of irresistible steamy, raw, and naughty stories. This compilation will keep you on your toes, offering a steamy escape into a world where sexual pleasure knows no bounds and raw desires are swiftly fulfilled. Warning: 18+ only. It unapologetically contains very dark, raw, and mature content, it's not advisable for underage readers.

Just because I ate one chicken leg more than my brother, my father kicked me out of the house in the middle of a snowstorm. Later on, my father of an archeologist dug up my body. Due to my missing head, he did not recognize me. Even when he saw that the body had the same scars as I did, he did not care. Later on, my mother dug out my heart and showed it to her students. "Today, we will study the heart of someone with congenital heart disease." She once said she would recognize me no matter what I looked like. Mom, now that the only thing left of me is my heart, do you still recognize me?

In the year 1890, the first generation of Alarson Organization, handled by Marthalyn Eroses who died in a Heart Attack while fighting for her position. When she died, the Organization became cruel because of the leadership of Arlena Eroses. Her stepsister who had steal her position. In 1895, Arlena died due to Breast Cancer. She chose her young daughter at the age of ten to be the next boss in third generation. When Amalie Eroses, daughter of Arlena died at the age of twentyfive because of Tumor Cancer, the Organization stopped running. After 125 years, the Organization started again. What would be the cycle and intention of 4th generation of Alarson Organization?

I am having a heart attack when Scott Lakin locks me inside the car. It's because my pain is frightening his childhood sweetheart. In response to my desperate pleas for help, he merely utters coldly, "I'll let you out when you apologize." I go into shock and have to be rushed to the hospital. I call Scott a dozen times, but he just blocks me. Finally, after I get discharged, I see him carefully feeding his childhood sweetheart chicken soup. "Have some food, darling. What if the baby in your belly is hungry?" After that, I return to my hometown without saying a word and stay there for half a month. After blocking me everywhere except the music streaming platform, Scott suddenly starts frantically searching for me. "Jennie, why didn't you add me back on Facebook this time?"

"Hail Mary" she whispered urgently, her voice shaking as the sounds escalated. The wall seemed to vibrate with their passion, each thrust and cry invading her sanctuary. "Full of grace" She repeated the prayer, her fingers flying over the beads in a bid to drown out the sin next door but the moans increased. Panic fluttered in her breast, was this the bleak fate she had feared? Had the Lord led her here to test her faith amid such temptation? She prayed harder, her lips moving fervently. The rosary becoming her anchor, each bead a step toward salvation pulling her from the abyss of curiosity that threatened to stir within her.

Binili ng isang hot na pari si Natashia sa isang underground auction. He is Jacc Tyrone Jade Volcoviks. And she expects luck worse than death. In the auction, she sees the highest bidder steps forward and bid in just one single blow. His face is hidden with a pig mask. Nang nasa kamay na siya nito at gawing sex-slave sa isang private island nito, unti-unting na-reveal ang lahat. Siya raw ang runaway bride nito? Siya raw ang arranged marriage woman? May amnesia raw si Natashia? At siya raw ang dahilan kung bakit nasaktan si Father Jacc? All of that revealed by Father Jacc. Walang alam si Natashia. Pero bakit unti-untinay naging maliwanag sa kaniya ang lahat, lalo pa't nabasa niya ang isang makapal na journal. “I will never belong to you! You are a priest and a sinner, Father Jacc!” sigaw ko kay Father Jacc. Father Jacc smirks at me. “But you already do, my little angel. You are contracted to marry me. You are my runaway bride. You are signed and sold.” Natashia is forced into a contract marriage with Jacc, before she knew it. Iyon ang nakalimutan niya dahil sa isang amnesia raw? Pero ang alam niya, niloloko lang siya ng mga tao na nasa paligid niya. But she vows to fight him at her very best she can do. “Confess your sin, my angel,” Father Jacc murmurs. But I glare at him. “I’d rather die and burn in hell kaysa umamin!” “Then let’s burn together in hell, my angel,” he replies seductively.