Roleplay Guns

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

Grace Fajardo grew up in a small province in Palawan. Simula pagkabata ay namulat na siya sa hirap ng kanilang kalagayan. They're not financially stable, Grace had to take scholarship para makapag-aral. When she graduated college, lumuwas siya sa Manila until she became a Wedding Coordinator. After the incident in the hotel where it took place, ginawa ni Grace ang lahat makalimutan lamang ang pangyayari. Gayunpaman, hindi niya magawang kalimutan ang ginawa ng mapangahas na lalaking pumasok sa kanyang room sa nasabing hotel lalo na't muntik na niyang maibigay ang sarili rito. Tyron Villarreal is a business tycoon and the CEO of their own company at the age of 25. He owns several branches of High-Caliber Guns in Asia and is also a member of a highly confidential Organization. He loves his grandfather so much that he would do everything that his grandfather would asked him to, even if it means he have to find a girlfriend— bago nito ibigay ang hacienda sa kaniya. Desperately, Tyron used his connections to find the woman he accidentally met in the hotel, definitely not planning of letting her go. In order to pay the debt of Grace's parents to Tyron, she had no choice but to accept the deal he offered. Tama kaya ang naging desisyon ni Grace na tanggapin ang alok ni Tyron? O itong desisyon na ito ang pagsisihan niya habang-buhay?

"What is this?!" Avery's voice trembled with rage, her fists clenched as she stared at the people who betrayed her. "You're marrying me off to some old man?" she spat. Her mother flinched. "Avery, please… it’s the only way to clear the debt." Her father’s voice thundered. "You will marry Sergei Kuznetsov. End of story." Avery Wells was never the obedient daughter—not with her leather boots, smart mouth, and fire-for-blood temper. But nothing prepared her for being thrown into the cold world of Russian mafia royalty. Sergei Kuznetsov: seventy, cruel, and untouchable. Her new husband. Kieran Kuznetsov: his youngest son—illegitimate, exiled, and carved from shadows. In a world full of masks, guns, and buried secrets, Avery has only one rule: never fall for the devil’s son. But the more she fights, the closer the darkness pulls. In this house, freedom is a myth. And love… might just be a death sentence.

“What did you say?” “I said that if you won’t touch me and make me yours, then maybe someone should.” To my surprise, Archie smirked at me and his gaze drifted to my lips. “No one’s ever going to touch you but me, Rosie.” *** Rosie Fay is the daughter of the mafia, so she is used to being surrounded by guns, sulky men, and dangerous deals. But her father thought she shouldn’t lead things after he was gone, so he made a deal and offered her hand in marriage to Archie Donovan. The arranged marriage wasn’t the problem though—Archie was. He treated her well and took care of her, but that’s all their relationship entailed. No romantic strings attached. But they clearly liked each other, so why did he always push her away? As the tension between them intensified, the dangers around the family increased. Was happiness even a possibility for them? Or would the mafia life take that away from her? Daughter of the Mafia is created by Rafaella Dutra, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

My husband, Alex Walter, was the head of the Bodyguard Association. When I was about to be killed by the kidnappers, he was comforting his childhood crush, Susan Miller, who was sobbing in his arms. While the kidnappers stopped for a meal, I called Alex five times calmly. He was angry when he finally answered. "Susan was just rescued from the kidnappers, and she needs me. If you want me to come home, stop using your own kidnapping as some excuse to compete for attention. It is pathetic!" Hearing Susan's sweet and delicate voice in the background, I had no time to argue with him. Instead, I called the Bodyguard Association. The operator informed me that Alex had pulled all the city's bodyguards away thirty minutes earlier to rescue Susan. When the kidnappers returned, they mocked Alex's heroic efforts to save Susan, mobilizing the entire force for her. If I remember correctly, this was Susan's twenty-eighth kidnapping this month. As the kidnappers approached me with guns and tasers, I closed my eyes in despair. Before I died, I used all my strength to send Alex one last text message, [No matter what, I loved you. Move on from me.]

Amanda Monroe’s life went up in flames three years ago and she can’t rest until she finds the ones responsible. Kevin and Martha Monroe had taken her into their home and treated her like family when she was found abandoned the day she was born. They hadn’t deserved to die that way. Someone would pay. They would all pay. Cole Vasco had always enjoyed his life exactly the way it was. He loved his beer, he loved his whiskey, and he loved his women. He was a bachelor for life, and he liked it that way. And then she walked into the bar. Even over the beer, the smoke, and the odor of too many people packed into a too-small building, he could smell the scent of her, and it called to him in a way that nothing had ever done before. All the while somewhere out there, a group of men in a beat-up old pickup truck drove down the road drinking cheap whiskey and loading their guns and hunting for the little bitch that had been asking too many questions in too many towns along the way.

18+ Dante woke up from a three-year coma to see a stuttering woman beside his bed, and worse was that his mother called her his new wife. From the moment his eyes opened to see her big blue eyes staring at him, he despised her and made immediate arrangements to divorce her, but when his mother threatened to give his assets to charity if he couldn't settle for the marriage, he to comply by setting up a whole new contract that she either accepts to play by his rules or she leaves the marriage with nothing. Azalea never wanted to get married to Dante, but she had to accept her fate when she found out that her fiance was set to marry her stepsister. They'd been cheating behind her back and the cruelty of the betrayal made her comply with her father's arrangement for her to be exchanged to save their drowning empire. In a twist of event, the man that had been sleeping for three years woke up the day she arrived at Drummond's mansion and his instant hatred for her was palpable, and the realization that she would either live the rest of her life as his slave, be sent back to the arms of her unwelcoming family or get thrown into the streets hit her... For all the women who love a man who gives them guns instead of flowers, let's read together

All Raven Caruso has ever known is blood, bullets, and betrayal. Born into the infamous Caruso crime family, Raven was raised not with dolls or lullabies, but with guns, knives, and a ruthless code of silence. Trained from childhood to be an assassin, she became her father’s most dangerous weapon,and his greatest pride. Jack Caruso doesn’t just want to rule the South. He wants the North, too. But the North belongs to his bitter rival, the Moretti mafia,and standing between Jack and total dominance is one man: Leon Vitali. They call him The Butcher. Cold. Calculated. Lethal. Jack’s solution? A union of blood and power. Raven will marry Leon Vitali. And when she bears his child, the Carusos will strike,wipe out the Vitali bloodline and rule using Ravens child. Raven knows her mission. She's loyal. Deadly. And ready to make her father proud. There’s just one problem. Leon Vitali is supposed to be the enemy. But he’s also devastatingly charming, maddeningly confident, and far more complicated than she expected. With every stolen glance and dangerous kiss, he awakens something in her she doesn’t recognize,something soft. Something real. Now Raven must decide: stay true to her blood... or betray it for love.

“Spread that tight little pussy for me. It’s mine tonight,” Callum growled in my ear as he slammed into me. “Yes. Claim me. Use me. Don’t stop.” A strangled moan ripped out of me. He drove so hard I could barely breathe. My nails ripped at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, when another hand yanked my hair back. My mouth fell open, and a second cock rammed into my throat. I gagged as spit streamed down my chin. A third voice cracked across me with a sharp smack to my ass, the sting making me cry out. “Good slut. Take it all. You’re nothing but our toy tonight.” Tears blurred my vision and my throat burned raw. My pussy clenched tight around Callum with every brutal drive. I gasped out the only words I had left. “Yes… Daddies. I’ll take everything." •••••••••••••••••• CLAIM ME, DADDIES isn’t here to tease. It drags you to your knees, rips you open, and leaves you begging for more. Inside, you’ll find hotel-room threesomes that leave no hole untouched, office domination that strips away every ounce of control, step-daddy cravings that cross every line, brutal gangbangs that push you past your limits, lesbian hookups that turn sweet into savage, gay encounters that shatter taboos, and roleplay so filthy it will stain your imagination. Every story is built to ruin you in the best way. This collection is for adults only, 18 and over. It contains explicit sex,raw language, taboo roleplay, and extreme scenarios. All stories are pure fiction and meant for erotic entertainment. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.