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What will you do when you are fucking in love with someone who doesn't love you back and then woke up the next day forced to marry another girl you don't even know or love? "Where the hell have you been, Hannah?" I turned around as she yelled from my back, full of hate in her eyes, grabbing my arm, pulling me inside, and laying me on the couch violently. I was shocked by her presumption. "You're still my fucking wife, Hannah. You're mine, don't ever forget that," she leaned on me as she held both my hands, feeling her grip trembling in rage. I was motionless and speechless. "What? is she great? Is she making you cum more than me? Are you not satisfied with my performance? I can do it again, you fucking whore" her face was dark, her voice cracking and hatred in every word she spits out. She forcibly slips her finger inside my andies and strokes my pussy, feeling my wetness. I slapped her hard. I was hurt by what she said. I could never imagine those words coming out from her. Where's the Ally I have known? Everything is my fault. I can't blame her if she started to treat me this way. I might hurt her ego. Even though we agreed not to intrude on others' lives still, it's not going to work the way we want it to. "Fucked Hannah, you are my wife. I can do whatever I want!" she shouted as she ripped my clothes and held me tighter. Ally got even angrier when I slapped her, struggling, but I didn't have a match for her. Ally kissed me forcibly and started to touch me out of love, stroking my breast, playing her fingers into my clit, burning with lust.

"PAPILLON!!!" His scream ripped through the house as his fist slammed into the wall right beside my head. The impact was deafening, before I could even blink, he lunged. His hand snapped around my neck. I gasped, my body going rigid as his grip locked me in place... not tight enough to kill, but firm enough to control, to own, to make sure I couldn't move… couldn't look away from him. His eyes burned into mine... wild, furious and terrifying. "Say it again," he growled, his voice trembling with rage. "Say you like him one more time and I'll go back to him, I won't just beat him, Papillon…" His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make me swallow hard. "I'll cut his tongue out and bring it to you in a box." My heart dropped. My lips parted, but no sound came out. What… What have I gotten myself into? ~~~ After I found a secret about my mom, my dad sent me to Paris saying it was the best way to escape from Mom's cage. What I didn't expect was to meet Logan, but everyone in L'impasse des Ombres calls him Bloodbath. He wasn't the gentle, patient kind of man I had read about in books. He wasn't safe. He wasn't soft. He was danger wrapped in calm confidence. Darkness disguised as temptation. He was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about... calm on the surface, but with something dark and merciless lurking underneath. He wasn't like me... I didn't belong to his dark world. But instead of running away, I found myself begging to feel his warm tongue against my skin. He ruined the careful, obedient girl I had always been. And the worst part was… I wanted him to. I craved him.

Ariana thought her biggest challenge was protecting her heart—until love, lust, and betrayal tore her world apart. First came her mother’s new husband, Mr. Fred—her late father’s best friend and the man Ariana should never have wanted. Then came Robin, his dangerously charming son, who refused to let her go. And in the shadows, Chris, her loyal boyfriend, watched as Ariana slipped further into temptation. When forbidden passion turns into a web of secrets, lies, and deadly revelations, Ariana must choose between desire and survival. But in a family bound by betrayal, every choice comes with a price—and hers may cost her everything. Ariana never asked to be caught between three men—yet passion, lies, and betrayal pull her deeper into a forbidden harem she can’t escape. When her mother dies suddenly and dark family secrets rise to the surface, Ariana learns the shocking truth: the man she desires may also be the one who destroyed her family. DIALOGUE “Robin? What are you doing here?” I shivered, my heart pounding. “How did you get in?” “I saw you with my father.” His voice broke, tears welling in his eyes. “I told you how I felt, and you chose him.” A pang of guilt hit me. I pulled him close, crushing him in a tight embrace before kissing him deeply. I stared up at him, desperate for more. He stripped off his shirt, laid me down on the bed, and covered my body with his mouth. Every kiss, every touch, was more intense than anything I’d experienced with his father. “Tell me you love me,” he whispered. “I love you, Robin,” I lied, the moan ripped from me. My body betrayed me utterly—legs shaking, skin on fire. The way he sucked my breasts was on another level.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

My Alpha mate Derek secretly inherited his sister-in-law Sarah after his brother's death. On the surface, I was his Luna, but in reality, Sarah was the one who truly held his heart. He praised me as the most exceptional Luna, tasking me with caring for all pack members, yet when Sarah tended to an injured male wolf, his jealousy flared so violently that he bit off the poor wolf's paw. In public, he proclaimed me as his beloved Luna to the entire pack, while keeping Sarah hidden safely in the shadows. When enemy wolves kidnapped me after discovering my identity, I desperately reached out through our mind link, begging for help. His response cut deeper than any physical wound: "Olivia, Sarah is carrying my pup. We'll tell everyone it's my brother's son. I must protect her and the baby without leaving her side for even a moment." "Just endure for a few days. Once Sarah's morning sickness improves, I'll lead all our warriors to rescue you." In the days that followed, I sent countless pleas for help through our link, but received nothing in return. Eventually, our connection shattered completely. For an entire year, those wolves imprisoned and tortured me. They broke my hind legs and ripped out my fangs, stripping me of my wolf's dignity. Derek never came for me. When I finally escaped and stumbled back to our territory, blood-soaked and broken, I discovered my daughter locked in the silver prison where rogue wolves were kept. She was being torn apart as food, her small body covered in wounds. Meanwhile, my mate—my pup's father—was joyfully celebrating the first birthday of his and Sarah's pup, announcing that Sarah's child would become the pack's heir. Tears streaming down my face, I gathered my skeletal little pup in my arms. "It’s OK, sweetie. I'll find you a better dad."

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.

Her nipples pebbled instantly under thin silk,clit throbbing against soaked panties. He didn’t rise. He just watched her approach like prey, voice low and rough. “Kneel.” The command slammed into her cunt. Her knees buckled, hitting carpet hard. Slick dripped down her thighs; she trembled in needy. He smirked, filthy. “Already dripping for a stranger, desperate little slut.” She whimpered, hips twitching. Thick fingers gripped her chin, thumb shoving into her mouth. “Tell Daddy what this greedy pussy craves.” Her voice broke. “Please, Daddy, touch me. Fuck me raw. Stretch me on your thick cock. Use me like your filthy whore. I need you inside me now.” His eyes darkened. “Such a dirty mouth.” He fisted her hair, yanked her face to his straining bulge. She mouthed it desperately, inhaling musk and heat, tongue pressing through denim. He unzipped slowly. Heavy, veined cock sprang free, glistening tip leaking. “Open wide, baby.” She obeyed. He fed her the head, then deeper, thrusting until she gagged, drool spilling, eyes watering as she moaned around him. “Good girl. Choke on Dad's cock.” He pulled out, spun her, bent her over the couch arm. Skirt flipped up, panties ripped aside. “Fuck, look at this soaked, dripping cunt. Made for me.” Two thick fingers plunged in, curling hard. She screamed, walls clenching. Then his cock slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned into ecstasy; he fucked her mercilessly, hips slapping, hand on her throat, ass stinging from sharp slaps. “Who owns this pussy?” “You do, Daddy, please.” “Beg for my cum. Beg me to breed you.” “Please, fill me, breed me, pump me full.” He pulled out slow, watching his spend drip from her wrecked hole. Then softer, he kissed her forehead. “My perfect, filthy girl. Daddy’s just getting started.”