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His fingers traced down my side, slow and teasing, until he reached my thigh, he gripped it hard and lifted it higher around his waist, the change in angle had me gasping as I felt the hard nudge of his very hard and well sized shaft. “You’re sensitive,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. I wanted to give a reply, show him I was still in control but damn it, he moved and he pushed that little monster inside me with deliberate, frustrating slowness and it was like the room tilted. “Oh my…” —------------------- The day Emilia lost everything, she met a mysterious man who she ended up having a passionate night with, but it only left her longing for more. Little did she know, her forced wedding was about to bring them together again. But this time, as brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Torn between duty and desire, Emilia must decide: resist the attraction or give in to her heart's desire.

WARNING!!! 18+ This book contains explicitly steamy scenes. Read only if you're in for a wild naughty ride. ~~~ "You're wet, Kira," He growled, spanking me harder. Two broad fingers teased me and sunk right into my hot wet cunt. Slowly. Deliciously. "What naughty thoughts have you been thinking, baby girl?" **** Kira Andrews is a good girl. Straight A's, the perfect daughter and soon-to-be-married off to a stranger! Annoyed by her parents for engaging her without her consent, Kira goes on a streak of rebellion. She drafts a list of naughty depraved things she wants to do which somehow gets sent to the mail of the Billionaire hotshot Xavier Barnes. Xavier Barnes is intrigued by Kira and her innocence, eager to claim her- until they discover she is engaged to his baby brother. Kira decides whatever they have has to end. And Xavier? Well, he shows up at her college as her substitute professor, determined to make her his at all costs.

My hand wraps around his wrist, and I try to break free of his hold. It’s no use, so I just dig my fingers into the tendons there and glare at him. “What the hell’s your problem?” His forearm presses against my sternum as he crowds me more, ice-blue mismatched eyes full of unchecked rage. “You’re my fucking problem. Hockey’s little golden boy, coming out here with your good game tonight, acting like you own the sport.” He’s trying to get under my skin, but it won’t work. Unlike him, I don’t let my temper control me, and I definitely don’t toss hands at the drop of a hat whenever I can’t rein in my feelings. Which is why he doesn’t get the reaction he was hoping for, and I snort out a laugh. “Seriously? It was a compliment. One I meant, so just take it and move the fuck on.” “Move the fuck on?”

He killed my father. Then he married me. On our wedding night, Alessandro Romano handed me a gun. "Shoot me, or let me fuck you like you're mine.”I should have pulled the trigger. Instead, I let him tear my dress off. Let him back me against the door. Let him put his fingers inside me while he whispered every filthy thing he wanted to do to my body. I came so hard I saw stars. Then I found the police report. Proof he murdered my father when I was twelve. Proof he's been watching me ever since. I ran. Got pregnant with his baby. Hide in my stepbrother's house. Big mistake. Now the monster who gave me the best orgasm of my life is hunting me down. And my body won't stop remembering how good his hands felt on my throat.

You kissed my forehead before while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". We tried to work out our relationship despite our Dad's Business problems, we have the same of Fondness. We met in a different way, in an unimaginable situation and unexpected place. I love the way you are, the way you heed, love and to look after me. Sadly, we have an ending in our love story. It depends on us if we want a happy ending or woebegone, but I'm sure that we will meet again in our next life by the Red ​Thread of Fate. No matter what and who you are. Don't be afraid to be crazy in love, but trust the Thread of Fate. Will Articus meet Lorelei in the next life? Or they will have their own path in love? Meet Articus and Lorelei, their next life Love story.

Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle. "Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet." I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels." "Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress." His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them." I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

She’s not looking for trouble;just a drink to forget her own name. But when her eyes meet his across the dim bar, something dangerous sparks. He doesn’t move nor chase. He simply waits, dark and still, like a predator certain of his prey. One word from his lips—kneel—and her body betrays every pretense. She’s on her knees before she can think, heat pooling, control shattering. He calls her what she is: desperate,needy and his. He doesn’t ask...He takes her mouth,her surrender. The brutal stretch of him filling every hollow she didn’t know she had. He fucks her like he owns her, and God help her, she wants to be owned. When it’s over,after he’s wrung the last broken plea from her lips,he pulls her close, whispers against her sweat-slick temple. Daddy’s just getting started. She should run. Instead, she stays. And begs for more. ********* A dark, intoxicating taste of power and surrender. For readers who like their romance rough, raw, and completely consuming erotica novels. This for you!❤️🍓

Gage's lips crashed down on Nicole's, their tongues tangling in a passionate kiss. As they kissed, Nicole pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "We neither want to be in a relationship nor can suppress our needs," she whispered, her lips brushing against Gage's. Gage's eyes burned with intensity, his lips curling into a smile. "So what do you propose?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Nicole's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer, her lips touching Gage's. "Friends with benefits, just sex without any relationship boundaries." Gage's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Nicole's mouth. "Seriously?" he whispered, his lips brushing against Nicole's. Nicole nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes, seriously." As they kissed, Gage's hands roamed over Nicole's body, his fingers tracing the contours of her curves. Nicole's hands were just as busy, her fingers exploring Gage's chest and abs. "I like your lips," Gage whispered, his lips brushing against Nicole's. Nicole smiled, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "I like your eyes." Gage's gaze roamed over Nicole's body, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "Your breasts," he whispered, his voice low and sensual. Nicole's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer, her lips touching Gage's. "Your wide chest, and abs too." As they kissed, Nicole pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "There are some rules, though," she whispered. As they kissed, Nicole pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "What if we fall in love?" she whispered. Gage's smile faltered, and he looked at Nicole, his eyes searching. Nicole's expression turned serious, her eyes locked onto Gage's. "It can't happen," she whispered. "If it happens, then one will not force the other." "I'm in," he whispered.

Mia Rodgers was a pampered young girl who had a seemingly perfect life, but when tragedy strikes and her parents are brutally murdered. Mia's world crumbles around her. The pack, quick to point fingers, frames her for the crime and she finds herself at the mercy of her own people. Abandoned by her friends and rejected by her mate, Luke, Mia is forced into servitude. But when she escapes and crosses paths with a charismatic vampire and a fierce werewolf, a new chapter in her life begins. Together, they form an unlikely alliance and set out to uncover the truth behind her parents' deaths. As Mia delves deeper into the mystery, she uncovers a web of deceit and betrayal that stretches far beyond her pack. With vengeance in her heart and the weight of the world on her shoulders, Mia must fight tooth and nail to bring justice to those who wronged her family. But will her thirst for revenge consume her, or will she emerge victorious and reclaim her rightful place in the pack?