Rid Me Of This Troublesome Priest

His voice was low as he remarked, "You’re kissing a stranger," yet his eyes were full of intrigue. When I barged into their engagement party, the hurt of my betrayal was still fresh because I had just been deceived by the two people I trusted the most, my best friend and my ex. Then, however, he appeared. The enigmatic billionaire CEO who has a reputation for avoiding relationships is Yemi Kings. I kissed him right then and there, while everything fell apart around me. It was reckless and hasty, yet it seemed genuine for the first time in weeks. Nevertheless, what started as a defiant act soon evolved into a tangled network of deceit, mysteries, and an undeniable chemistry that neither one of us could ignore. I was surprised that he wanted me. This was unexpected. However, we are compelled to play a game neither of us is ready for when Yemi's and my past intersect. The tension is tremendous, the stakes are enormous, and the distinction between passion and retaliation is blurred in ways I never would have thought possible. His main thought right now is to claim me as his own. But will I still be able to trust him when the truth is revealed? Or are we going to see our worlds fall apart forever? The phone rang just as I was starting to have faith in us. Everything was broken by the voice on the other end.

Amelia Carter never expected her life to collide with Dominic Blackwood — the grumpy billionaire, ruthless CEO, and her brother’s best friend. Once the carefree boy who teased her like a little sister, Dominic has become a man shrouded in power, secrets, and a dangerous edge she can’t ignore. Desperate for a fresh start, Amelia takes a job as Dominic’s executive assistant, stepping into a world of high stakes and cold luxury. But working for Dominic is a battle of wills—he’s as demanding as he is infuriating, pushing her to her limits with biting comments and piercing gazes that stir something deep within her. As days turn into nights and business bleeds into temptation, the line between professional and personal blurs. Beneath Dominic’s gruff exterior lies a storm of pain and passion, and Amelia soon discovers that the man she thought she knew is far more complex—and broken—than she ever imagined. Their connection ignites into a fierce, unrelenting fire, forcing Amelia to confront her own desires and the dark past Dominic hides. But loving Dominic Blackwood comes at a price, and surrendering to him could ruin them both. In a world of power, secrets, and shattered trust, can Amelia break through Dominic’s walls without losing herself? Or will their love destroy everything in its wake? Ruin Me, Blackwood is a dark, steamy modern romance of forbidden passion, emotional scars, and the fierce battle to find redemption in the arms of a man who refuses to be tamed.

"Touch me until I cum so hard that I forget my own name," I gasped, my lips brushing his, trembling beneath the weight of his stare. "You will forget more than that, wife," he rasped, gripping my throat with one hand and sliding the other down my body, "I will make you cum until you forget how to fight your feelings for me." * Elena Thrown into a marriage with the city’s most dangerous mafia king, I had one mission, to seduce him, overwhelm him and make him end it. So, I moaned louder, touched deeper, played the part of a woman consumed by lust, all in hopes he would be repulsed. But Dominic Moretti doesn’t fall for games. He plays them better. Colder, rougher and unrelenting. Every fake moan becomes real. Every forced kiss turns savage. And every time I think that I have the upper hand, he flips me over and makes me forget I ever wanted to get out of this marriage. He doesn’t believe in love. I don’t believe in staying. But when lust ignites war and pleasure starts to hurt in all the right ways, it’s no longer about breaking the marriage, it’s about surviving it. One of us will break. One of us will beg. But we will be both drenched in each other's lust before it’s all over.

At nine months pregnant, I suffered an unexpected miscarriage. My husband, Graham Pearson, fought back his own grief as he comforted me. He would whisper to me every day, trying to soothe my shattered heart, "Whitney, we will have children again someday. Our little angel was here for a while, and next time, we'll make sure we hold onto them..." Under Graham's careful care, I slowly began to pull myself out of the numb fog I'd been trapped in. But then, a month later, I overheard him talking to one of his friends. "If Whitney finds out the baby didn't actually die and that you've let Cassidy raise him, don't you think she'll flip out? You've worked so hard to get where you are; you can't let this mess it all up." Graham casually flicked his cigarette, his voice almost detached as he waved a hand dismissively. "Cassidy can't have kids, but she loves children. If this baby brings her joy, it's a blessing for the child, too. "I might never get the chance to be with Cassidy, but letting her raise my son, in some way, feels like a kind of fulfillment..." The truth hit me like a frozen wave, paralyzing me in place. It turned out this whole ordeal had been part of Graham's plan from the start.

"Are you expecting anyone mum?" I asked She turned to me and shook her head, showing that she wasn't expecting anyone. Abruptly, the door opened. Oliver and I ran to mum and held her hand. We heard someone step into the room and the footsteps kept getting louder. I tightened the grip on my mothers hand burying my face in her gown, suddenly the footstep stopped and there was silence in the room. Read more to find out what happened.

Keep your legs open, baby. That’s it… eyes on me.” One had his hand around my throat. Another had his mouth between my thighs. The third… God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name. Three of them. All at once. Tearing me apart like I belonged to them. And the truth is—I did. Because I gave them my body the night I lost everything else. The night I got fired. The night my boyfriend left me for my best friend. The night I nearly ended it all. But I’d been kind to a stranger once. Gave him my umbrella in the rain. Smiled at him even when my world was falling apart. That man? He found me drunk and desperate on the edge of ruin… and offered me something darker than a second chance. To be theirs. All three of theirs. Not a girlfriend. Not a wife. A plaything. A prize. A pet. Now I wake up in silk sheets. I don’t work. I don’t pay bills. I only exist to please them. And Daddy doesn’t like when I cry. He likes when I beg.

Melissa and Liam, the two names that brought back memories. Never in the world, would I have ever thought that the people that I once truly called my best friends would betray me. We were best friends ever since our childhood. Liam was my first love and I had been crushing on him since we were young. Until one day, I decided to let Melissa in on a secret as I trusted her with all my heart. Turns out, she was just like the others. She started changing herself, distancing herself from me and not even acknowledging me in school while hanging out with the popular kids. That’s when all the bullying bullies started. However, on the day of Liam’s birthday, Melissa revealed my big secret to everyone which left me humiliated. Liam just stood there not doing anything to defend me from those nasty comments. What really broke me was when I saw Melissa walk towards Liam and giving him a passionate kiss on his lips…….

Jessica has been married to Zander for three years, but their marriage has gone from sweet to cold. Jessica decides to do something to save their love. However, she catches Zander cheating on her with his secretary, Serena. Heartbroken, she files for divorce. However, this invites even more violent retaliation. It turns out that Zander married her only for revenge. He cupped her chin and said coldly, "Your father owes me that." Completely disillusioned, Jessica finds her real father and recovers her original identity. It turns out that she's the billionaire mafia boss's daughter. Zander panics and begs Jessica to come back......

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..