Ryomen Sukuna Fingers

“Swallow my cum, pretty thing,” Lucien growls against my ear, fingers buried deep, “then beg us to knot you until you’re leaking us for days.” 🥵💦 The night the rogues attacked, my world shattered. One moment I was just another “Beta” student hiding my scent at the Royal Academy. The next, I was dragged through blood and smoke, caged, and sold to the three Kings who rule the empire like gods. Dante. Lucien. Kade. They don’t ask. They claim. I came here as their captive. Now I’m dripping for three Alphas who own my body, my heat… and maybe what’s left of my soul. Three ruthless brothers. One Omega. And the kind of obsession that could destroy kingdoms. "Now spread those pretty legs wider, little Omega so I can fuck that tight hole."

She once humiliated herself by falling for him. She was set up which led her to his bed and she ended up in a situation she couldn’t even explain. Now, she was pinned against the wall in his office, her hands held above her head. Her back arched slightly, even her body betrayed her, she could see the city view beside them like nothing unusual was happening. “Sir...” She gasped the moment she felt his hand slide beneath her skirt. She regretted wearing a skirt. It had already been pushed up, revealing far more than she was comfortable with. Even with his one hand holding hers, he still has his fingers teasing her slick entrance through soaked lace. She couldn't describe how embarrassed she felt in that particular moment. He smirked and leaned toward her ear “I should hate you,” he whispered “but ever since I saw you naked, I’ve been so obsessed. I want to screw you so hard you will forget everything in the world, but how deep I can bury myself inside you until you’re screaming for more.” She took a deep breath. “This is wrong, Mr…” She swallowed hard. "Please… I still want to live...ahh… boss…” Her protest broke into a soft moan as his fingers went deeper and slowed like he was enjoying every second of her losing control. “Damn…” she gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice down, afraid someone might hear them through the door. “You’re still pretending?” he chuckled in amusement, he intentionally kept his movement slowly. “My king… please…” she finally said what he had been wanting to hear. She had always been too proud to accept it. They used to hate each other. But could hate really turn into something this intense… this uncontrollable?

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.

On day ten of our cold war, Barry posted a pic—him and Lyla, locked in a kiss. His 'one true love.' I sent in my study abroad application without a word. At our grad party, he strolled in with Lyla, fingers laced with hers, looking at her with all his affection. A friend hesitated. "But what about Amelia? She loves you. You guys are getting married." Barry smirked. "She was just a stand-in. Now that Lyla's back, my fiancée should change too." So I slipped off the ring, handed it over, and disappeared. And he lost it. Tore through everything trying to find me. Years later, he finally did. Saw me with my husband, picking out baby supplies. His eyes went red. "Amelia, come back with me. Please?"

I booked a consultation with a renowned traditional medicine practitioner six months in advance to treat my surgeon wife's arousal disorder over the holidays. However, on the appointment date, Wendy did not show up. Just as I was about to call to question her, I noticed a photo her male friend had posted on social media. In the photo, my usually aloof wife was hugging the guy with a radiant smile. The caption read: [Only I can cure your problem.] But what caught my attention was my wife's flushed face in the photo, clearly displaying signs of arousal. With a cold smirk, I immediately liked and commented: [You must have magic fingers that work wonders!] The comment section exploded, with everyone speculating whether I would tear my wife's lover apart. What awaited my wife was our official divorce after the cooling-off period ended.

"You can't just touch me however you please." I spat angrily as he runs his fingers along the curves of my breast. The words leaving my mouth not corresponding with the wetness in my underwear. "Is that so? Do you want to know why I can do whatever I want with you?" He asks but I don't answer. "Because I own you." Aurelia's life revolved around working long hours at multiple jobs to take care of bills but mostly to pay off her father's gambling debt. She comes home to find that she has been sold off to a mob boss by her father to save himself. Read more to find out what happens on Aurelia's journey as the mob boss' possession. Rated 18+ contains: Violence Sexual Content Vulgar Language.

“You wear my mark,” the Alpha King growled, fingers tightening around Nyra’s wrist as the bond flared painfully between them. “But you are not my mate.” Across the hall, the woman beside his throne smiled, her borrowed bite glowing faintly against her skin, while Nyra’s shadow burned beneath her clothes, answering a call no lie could silence. Nyra Vale was cast out as a wolfless omega, betrayed by her lover, erased by her pack, and condemned for a mark she never meant to wear. But the bite on her shoulder belongs to Rhaegon Ashmoor, the Alpha King who claimed her in darkness… and was deceived into crowning another. As a false Luna ascends the throne, the real mate awakens something ancient and forbidden within Nyra, an inheritance powerful enough to shatter kingdoms and drive an Alpha mad with hunger. A stolen mark. A hollow bond. And a mate who refuses to kneel.

As we kissed, it was like a rush of emotions. Relief, joy, and the happiness of being close again filled me up. Every kiss felt like a fresh start, wiping away the silence and bringing us back together. Then I realized that I was truly his desire. The world around us disappeared as if no one mattered. I could feel the heat of his hands through my shirt, his fingers caressing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. His lips moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. ************************** Harper was rudely bumped into by an arrogant jerk at the gym, not wanting to own up to his fault, he ordered her out of the gym. Imagine her shock when she finds out that he was no other but Joshua Stevenson, her new boss at the office and they had been arranged to marry. Will she bow to pressure or give Josh a run for his money?

Even being the late King's son can't guarantee you the throne of Serenacia, as the system is different from any other kingdom you've heard. A kingdom filled with power, control, freedom and most importantly, Gods. Gods who can strike you down just with the mere snap of their fingers and also God's who would strike you down and leave you speechless, based on their physique and attractiveness. But it isn't all about that, as the throne of Serenacia is open for a new king of Gods to rule them, yet it isn't so simple as in Serenacia, if a king dies before passing the throne to his heir, then all the generations of the bloodline of God's would have to compete for the throne once again, and that hasn't been done since the last thousand years. Nevertheless, it's isn't just about the throne, as love interest and triangles are formed, after all its no fun if no one catches feelings.

It was supposed to be the perfect revenge. Just one night and then it would all be over. An eye for an eye, a betrayal for a betrayal. But the second his fingers touch my skin, it awakened something inside me…something that I shouldn’t be feeling for a man who was supposed to be off-limits. But why couldn’t I be the selfish one for once? Why couldn’t I steal him away, when my sister had done the same to me? But the more I taste him, the more I drown in this endless black hole of debauchery and desire...until I can no longer tell where he begins and where I end. The deeper I get, the harder it is for me to let go…to end this cycle of transgression that should’ve been just for one night. I might have tainted my soul, drowned in a sea of sin…but I wouldn’t be the only one going to hell. I know that when I fall, he’ll be right beside me.