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"Every woman needs the confidence to stand up to her fellow woman, especially in the midst of the wealthy and influential. Their confidence comes from wearing expensive dresses and dulling themselves up. Makeup is one confidence booster. You'll see what I mean when you get to the event." I listened to the girl. She seemed to know a thing about these affluent people. "You seem to know a lot about the rich," I said and saw a trace of a smile form on her lips. "We fiction lovers tend to know a lot. In this billionaire subgenre of your romance story, you're the Female lead. The heroine with whom the hero is interested in. Mr. Arnold is the hero. In every story, there is a villain or villains in

________ A story of two different hearts who belongs to the completely opposite world where HE is the rich, bossy and arrogant person and SHE is middle class, innocent and sweet girl. What will happen when these two heart fell in love with each other. Because its quite hard to survive in a relationship where your partner is Dominant as fuck and you are just compelled to do everything for him. because you love him. Same goes to our dear NAINA PUROHIT who fell Deeply in love with the Egoistic KUNAL SINGHANIYA. ___________________ A/N This is my very First novel on W*****d. English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error.

I took my gaze to the elders who were also gathered and noticed just how dumbfounded they were, staring at their Luna. This made me swell with pride. The whole essence wasn't for my Luna to win. She had very much passed the threshold given, still she was still active. This made me wonder if she was truly an ordinary werewolf or not. The Lycan females have gotten so exhausted that I can tell that they wouldn't be able to move their muscles for long. If it hadn't been for Elizabeth, they might as well have lost their third opponents.

He applied a Band-Aid to her cut, then cupped her chin and tilted her head back so she had to look up into his warm brown eyes. How could a man who had such a dark side be socompassionate? But then, wasn't that how true Doms were? In the romance novels she'd read, they were strong, sexy as hell. Men who fucked a woman until she couldn't walk. But then they also cared for her as if she were the most precious thing on earth.

"I didn't say that—" "You didn't have to," she cut in, grabbing Nico's coffee right off the table and sipping it like she owned the house. "But here's the thing, sweetheart. Men like Dominik? They're easy. They want obedience and sex appeal. I know how to give both — just long enough to slit their throat when they're not looking." Nico blinked. "Yeah, okay. That's fair." I didn't laugh. I couldn't. Because her voice was too steady. Her eyes too sure.

“No, I mea—” Before I could finish, he grabbed another bottle from a passing server. My eyes widened as I walked towards him. “Please stop, Dominic.” He paused and turned his gaze toward me. By then, several female wolves nearby stared openly at him, and a sudden pang of jealousy struck my chest. “Isn’t that Alpha Dominic? The one who just married Lady Natalia?” one of them asked. “Yes, that's him. Isn't he gorgeous?” another replied. “I wouldn't mind sharing an Alpha's bed,” the third female wolf said.

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.

“You’re lying.” Dominic chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Am I? She came back tonight looking for me. She said she wanted us to continue where we left off now that you are not in the picture. Ever since we met again at the masquerade, she’s been texting me, telling me she was only with you for the money and the connections. That you’re not even a good dominant. Apparently you are too soft and emotional. You are too wrapped up in your own issues to really satisfy her. She needs someone who knows how to really break her in, someone who can give her what she truly craves.”

(Dominic’s POV) Women were like champagne; best when expensive, bubbly, and easy to forget in the morning. A fresh bottle every night kept the taste sharp, the bubbles alive. I’d had enough to drown a weaker man. Brunettes with pouting lips, blondes with manicured nails that dug into my skin like they wanted to own me, redheads who swore they’d be the one to tame me. They all blurred together in the end. Names forgotten, perfume fading, lingerie left like trophies in my penthouse drawers.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.