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He opened the box and read the letter inside. It said: I married you to fulfill my dreams, but little did I know that you would become the man of my dreams, Alessandro. Fate has its ways of weaving two people together and separating them as well. I just wanted to say, thank you, for everything. And sorry. Sorry that I couldn't gain your trust. Sorry that the only thing that you experience when you see my face is, quoting you, pain, betrayal, and regret. But you can stay happy now since this is where our journey ends. Lastly, a confession, every touch, and every kiss meant something to me… With affection, Your Tesoro. As the letter slipped from between his fingers and flew down the sky-high building, he laughed, hysterically, knowing that this was the end of their marriage. Amber Williams, an ambitious twenty-three-year-old woman with dreams of establishing an art gallery spins herself in a web of secrets, drama, and lies when she agrees to a contracted marriage with the cold-hearted mafia boss, Alessandro Bianchi. Will she melt his cold heart with her fire? Or will the flames burn them both?

Felicia Lawson thought college would be her escape but nothing prepared her for Ian, her sister’s husband or for Jake, the charming upperclassman who made her believe in something real again. While Felicia battles guilt and longing, her roommate Zara hides secrets darker than love, a mafia lineage that’s about to pull her into a marriage with a dangerous don. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re going to marry me, little sunflower.” Zara’s eyes snap open, the water sloshes as she jerks against my grip, but the chain on her ankle rattles like a laugh. She can’t go far. She can’t go anywhere. “Fuck you,” she spits, voice raw from screaming at the ceiling all night. “I’d rather die.” I smile, It’s small but polite, the kind I used to give people who betrayed me right before I buried them in the ground. “That can be arranged but first..” I curl my fingers inside her, “ you’re going to come on my hand, then you’re going to say yes.”

Not long after Josh Stewart proposed to me, the Stewart family went bankrupt. He took on three jobs, pouring everything he had into taking care of me. Every morning, he handed me the first cup of coffee, and the only fresh bagel on the table was always mine. He would pull me into his arms and promise, softly but firmly, that once he had saved his first 100,000 dollars, he would marry me. I believed every word. Until the day I stepped into an exclusive private club and saw him with his childhood sweetheart, their fingers intertwined, as he ordered a bottle of Lafite without a second thought. "If Yvette still hasn't realized in three days that Donald's been pretending to be you, then you win," she said with a smile. "Her eyesight isn't great," Josh replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And Donald avoids women. She won't notice. If I win, you're coming abroad with me for the wedding." I stood there, just out of sight, listening. A small smile tugged at my lips. Perhaps… it was time to find myself a different groom.

"Do you know who you are, little girl" A stern deep male voice said as cold fingers ran up my inner thighs causing a shiver down my spine. I was blindfolded, tied up with no way of escaping "Your sweet scent... the delicious taste of your blood... I want it all!" the monster rumbled sniffling my throat causing my back hair to rise. Every time I heard those words. I knew it was time for him to feed his lust. In one slide he entered me hard and throbbing. His mouth was demanding and possessing every exposed part of my body. Elina, once betrothed to the most formidable hybrid king, finds herself trapped in a dangerous game, where she must tame the inner monster of her powerful suitor. Alpha Angel, known for his cruelty and aloofness, holds a secret that keeps all females at bay. But when a spirited and pure-hearted girl enters his life, she challenges the boundaries of his cold heart. As the battle of time, life, and death looms, their passionate connection is tested. Will fate or love ultimately prevail in this high-stakes struggle? Warning ️ contains mature content.

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.

“You can still walk away,” he said, his voice lower now. I shook my head. “I don’t want to.” Something in his expression softened, just slightly. Then he stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a second, neither of us moved. Like we were both waiting, deciding. His hand lifted, hesitating just slightly before brushing against my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Last chance,” he murmured. I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to. I closed the distance instead. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was searching, deliberate. Like he was testing something, me. And I responded before I could stop myself. Before I could think. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as the world around us slipped further out of reach. The hesitation was gone now. Replaced by something heavier, something I didn’t want to question. And this time, I didn’t think.

Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts You shouldn’t want it this bad. You definitely shouldn’t be leakíng just thinking about it. But when the man who controls your apartment / your job / your car keys steps too close and says “On your knees. Now.” your body betrays you before your brain can catch up. These aren’t love stories. They’re short, fílthy lessons in what happens when a younger boy forgets who’s in charge. He pins your wrists above your head. He spreads you with rough fingers first — then with something much thicker. He pucks you until your legs give out, until you’re crying into the sheets/car hood/desk, until you’re so fúll of him that every step afterward reminds you who you belong to tonight. One word unlocks everything: “Yes, Sir.” And once you say it… you don’t get to take it back. Standalone. Addictive. Filthy. You’re going to read one chapter and immediately need the next.

Ronald you have to stop, you are my brother, we shouldn't be doing this," Arya whispered in her brother's ears as his hands traced her smooth legs, moving slowly upwards to her hidden cave. We shouldn't be doing this, yet you are holding me tight, we shouldn't be doing this yet you are dripping wet and you can't push me away, admit it, Arya you want this as much as I do, I know it's wrong but we can't help it," Ronald muttered, his hands finally touching her treasure, he caressed it gently making sure she enjoys every bit of it. Ronald!! She moaned with her eyes closed and her fingers digging into his skin. Yeah, louder sis," he said softly sucking on her neck and making sure to leave hickeys. Ronald and Arya Benson are blood siblings but couldn't stop themselves from growing deep erotic feelings for each other despite being under the same roof with their parents. Will their parents find out their secret? Will their love be accepted by the society? Let's find out!!!!!!!

Only a quick touch and it made me groan, she was soaked. Her face just turned redded, but as my fingers rested against her thigh, she exhaled and parted her legs a little bit for me. Cade made his way to the back of the couch and then motioned her to walk forward to it, and the fact that she didn't hesitate had my own pants tightening. ------- As Elijah approached it to my clit I squirmed a bit under his hold, but when he didn't move it where I needed it I whined. "Please" I choked out, so incredibly pent up it didn't cross my mind that I was beging complete strangers to make me cum in front of them. --- Three men in need of a submissive, and a woman in need of peace of mind and some organization in her life. After having witnessed a murder, Riley keeps seeing the men anywhere, even after having been forced to think she had just hallucinated it. Encounter encounter encounter she starts realizing that maybe she is falling in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, except instead of one cat, there is three. And very hungry.

The first time I attended my girlfriend Joyce's friend gathering, after a few rounds of drinks, her male best friend pulled her onto his lap. With a cigarette dangling between his fingers, he grinned. "Call me daddy!" Instead of getting offended, Joyce leaned into him, helpless but indulgent, and said, "Daddy." I froze, scowling, but she waved me off without a care. "It's just a joke! Lucius always never cared for the rules, and everyone knows we have a father-daughter vibe, okay? Don't get it all twisted, Henry! Aren't you a man?" Lucius became even more provocative, throwing a smoke ring at me. "Yo, son-in-law! Aren't you going to bow to me? Come on, kneel and offer me a drink, and your dad's got your back!" Everyone at the table burst into laughter as they waited to see me lose my temper and make a scene. I just smiled, meeting Joyce's impatient gaze with an excited expression. "That's great! I like the way you think, so why don't you call me daddy too?"