Ripple Leather Vs Smooth Leather

Eri Sunville, an intelligent and hardworking female who needs to earn enough for her sister's surgery. She needs any job she can get at any moment and so when she gets the job as a secretary to famous and arrogant multi billionaire, Don Jones, she finds herself having to keep up with his behavior to earn for the surgery. Don Jones, an arrogant yet strikingly handsome CEO who cares about nothing else but the success of his company and will be getting married to his fiancee who has been kept anonymous to stir up the media. --- "Why are you late?" A deep and cold voice called. I had not even noticed the man sitting on the chair in front of the table that lay close to the wall. I stared at him and my goodness, was this how handsome Don Jones was. Nobody told me he was this hot. He had well defined jawlines, a prominent nose and high cheekbones that made me wonder how on earth a man could been so damn gorgeous. He had smooth and straight black hair that fell on his forehead. I only realized I had been staring at his full and perfectly shaped black eyebrows when they furrowed to form a frown. I stared at his eyes and he held my gaze with those devilish dark blue eyes.

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

"Didn't know a clumsy girl would be sent to me?" He said, and I felt a ripple go through me. His voice! It was the deepest one I have ever heard of. His aura screams power but I don't know why I kept on looking at his face as if I was under a love spell. "You keep looking at me, did you find me too pretty?" He asked, and his deep voice jolted me awake, goosebumps traveling down my skin when I realized he grabbed my ass cheek. Fuck! Now, I wasn't expecting that. "Sorry, I don't think I heard you well," I said in a calm voice, averting my gaze. And thanks to the mask, he would have seen my cheeks red with blush. "What music would you want me to dance to?" I said as I stood upright, my heart beating wildly against my chest. "I think another person should be brought in, don't you think?" He asked, his head cocked to one side and I swear, his words hit a nerve in me. No client has ever belittled me before and his rude remark felt like a blow to me. "I don't think you will be needing another girl," I said and touched the collar of his shirt *** Valeria seems like a regular omega on the surface but beneath that perfect smile lies a great secret. Driven by vengeance and revenge, she works as a stripper at night to find her parents' killer. Her thirst for vengeance ultimately makes her cross paths with a mysterious masked man she feels holds the answers she seeks. But what will happen when Valeria is arranged to marry the Lycan King, who seeks an open marriage? She is forced to live a double life to keep her secrets.

The ruthless mafia, the heir of the mafia family with dozens of hidden secrets behind a sassy smile and bleak obsession is a passionate model himself. His name is Alan Richards. He is highly educated and the most powerful who runs a production house and a modelling agency at the age twenty three. He is still the most popular model. The handsome man who walks proudly amongst the lovable crowd has a sharp obsession to gain whatever he wants but little did he understood that he was not capable of gaining the mob's love when it comes to entertainment industry. Miss Eva Green took over the top position amongst the great models and Alan takes the second position suddenly after a popular shoot of Eva. Alan who couldn't bear the position switch decided to destroy Eva. He manipulates her, threatens her and finally put her in a position when she had no choice but to kneel down in front of Alan. Alan, the merciless man who was now covered with sin was addicted to Eva's warmth. He was obsessed with her smooth hands around him and craves for her love. Alan is hesitant to let her go but somewhere deep inside him, he was aware that letting go was better for her..... Read the story to know whether he pushes her away or keeps her forever.

CAUTION: This contains Erotica Content. 18+, BDSM, KINKS, Reverse Harem, Threesome, Hardcore. My eyes trailed down their long smooth legs in front of me, and I can imagine how they’d be trembling after I'm done fucking the hell out of them. “So…what decisions have you both made?” I coldly asked, indifferently crossing my legs to cover my monster which had been throbbing with desire. My two sexy secretaries looked at each other, but said nothing. I chuckled, then stood up, walking towards them at a gentle pace, “You both don't want to lose your jobs, right?” I stopped in front of Amela, my blonde beauty. I tipped her chin up and my finger trailed down to her neck and then lower until I got to that spot I have been thinking about—Her pointy full boobs. “You both should make your decision. Lose your jobs, or… Give your bodies to me for a month.” *** This is an unapologetically steamy erotica collection with different erotica stories that would surely leave you breathless, aching, secretly dripping, and coming for more Don’t say I didn’t warn you… Get ready to drip. And oh, don’t forget your popcorn.

THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN. When Shemika accidentally kills her brother‑in‑law during a four‑hour, drug‑laced BDSM session on the night of her sister’s funeral, she flees and was hit by a car. The driver turns out to be the smooth‑talking ex‑convict everybody calls Bishop, manager of the ultra‑exclusive nightclub known as Wet Nights. He carries her to the club’s secret hospital beneath the dance floor for her to recover.  To dodge arrest, Shemika begs for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signs a blood‑ink contract and becomes property of Wet Nights. She was taken to the performers’ 14‑storey dorm, known as the Crimson House where all the performers (employees) at Wet Nights stays. The house is managed by the predatory house‑manager known as Sinner—he fucks every newbie in the house as part of their onboarding session. On her first night, Shemika is bullied to parade naked through all fourteen floors, but the funny bisexual icon Jax steps in and helps her. Soon Shemika teams up with two dancers namely; Synn, the ice‑cold top performer, and Lexi, whose real purpose is finding her sister who vanished while working at the club. But some doors in Wet Nights stay locked for a reason…

"Katerina?" My vision shrinks to a pinprick. "You're insane. Straight up insane." "I've thought that myself, many times, in fact. But in this case, I'm clear-headed. Marry me, Katerina." "Never!" "You seem to be under the impression that I'm asking. I'm not. I'm telling you to marry me." ------------------- When a night-out with her best friend, Fabiola, leads to her witnessing a murder, stubborn, sassy and hot-headed Katerina Kozlov shrugs it off as a bad dream. But when the murderer shows up to buy her store and even goes as far as kidnapping her for his own personal purposes, she realizes that she may be in far more trouble than she'd initially bargained for. As pakhan of the Ivanovsky Bratva, Sasha Ivanovsky is not only ruthless but has the entire city underneath his thumb. When there's a witness to one of his numerous crimes, he sets out to subdue her, but finds out that Katerina Kozlov is unlike any other woman or victim he'd had to deal with before. For one, she's got a very sharp mouth. Two, she holds the key to him finally taking down a generational enemy, Yevgeniy. His plans take a shift, but he'll need one thing from Katerina to ensure a smooth sailing. Her submission.

Siobhan Williams has always been a smart woman, graduated early from high school and excelled in her college career. She went into the FBI at an early age and is one of the youngest agents in her Unit. Working in the crimes against children division of the BAU, the FBI is brought in when the number of kidnappings reaches an alarming number; 13 children over the course of two months. These kidnappings are occurring in her home state of California, where she hasn't gone back to her home and pack for almost a decade, but now she and her partner volunteer to head the investigation for these disappearances. Along with a few other agents—another wolf shifter, a bear shifter, a Fae, and a vampire—they head straight into a battle between the Gods and Goddesses. With enough on her plate, the last thing she needs is a mate hovering around her and getting into her business. Tiernan Hathaway has been Alpha of his pack for the last 9 years, and has yet to meet his mate though he remembers having a pull to the old Beta's second eldest daughter, Siobhan. It's been almost a decade since he had last seen her and she only ever calls her family, never coming home. This will change when children have begun to go missing at alarming rates, most of them being children of the supernatural community. He is in for a surprise when the FBI comes knocking on his door, about the missing children. A battle is brewing between the God and Goddess of the Underworld: Arawn and Scàthach. It's classic good vs evil with a twist of the dead, undead, and the living. Are the missing children a part of a greater, but evil plan in this war? Or is it just coincidence?

“We’ll be coming for you. Everyone and anyone who harmed her. Now run while you can.” Imprisoned for the crime she didn’t commit, Nyra Tahira wouldn’t just give up the throne that was rightfully hers, even if it would cost her her life. When her father died without naming the true successor, and was pinned as the murderer, she was imprisoned and had to be married off to a ruthless alpha. Nyra does whatever it takes to escape. But on her wedding day, a random rogue leader, Creed Velementov, the “Ravager” who kills mercilessly, kidnaps her from her cell. Things just got complicated as he created another chaos. Nyra smooth talks her way out and with Velementov trying to create an army to overtake his alpha uncle, it was more than complicated. Now as Velementov prisoner, Nyra couldn’t help but seduce her way out and reverse their roles. Both banished and exiled, Nyra finds her new life close to Creed. The two are now a forced to be reckoned with, avenging their suffering as the exiled mates. And with their getting closer, what happens when Nyra’s supposed mate tries to steal her back? And when a war breaks out, how can Nyra stop herself from killing her beloved mate?

My mother said I was a born beauty and was able to charm any man. She told me not to touch a man before my twentieth birthday. In the previous timeline, I listened to her, so when a wealthy heir was dosed with an aphrodisiac, I pushed him away when he tried to take me into his embrace. But the effects of the skincare routine I did transferred to my mother after my twentieth birthday. I used face masks, but my face became wrinkled and spotted. Meanwhile, my mother glowed with smooth and youthful skin. I danced, but I only became fatter while my mother became slim. Seeing how I looked like a fifty-year-old woman, my father called me a useless piece of trash and wanted to marry me off to a bald man as his second wife. I cried and begged my mother for help. But she said this was for my own good, her twenty-something face a mask of hypocrisy. I was forced to run away from home, but doing so only sped up my aging. Three days later, I died on the streets right by a trash heap. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in time to the night I met that rich heir. This time, I did not push him away but straddled him in bed.