Sanji Legs

"What do you think, Kenzo? Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his. "Missed me, dear husband?" Three weeks and four days ago was their 7th year wedding anniversary, and she wasn't available, she was never available, not for the first, second, fifth, nor sixth. So, why was she here now? After years of living totally apart despite being married, their main focus was their company, or at least, hers. They married for love, people think they didn't, they think it is a contract marriage, they married for love, or maybe just him. He married her because he loved her and he thought she did too, but maybe he was wrong. Why was she here now? This is a short, fast-paced romance designed to keep you hooked from the first page to the last.

‎ ‎He was born in blood, forged in betrayal, and crowned in darkness. She was broken, discarded, and ready to disappear. But when Kane Salvatore, the demon of Beltforte Dominia, drags Castelle Quinn back from the edge, their collision sparks a war. In his arms, she finds her prayers answered—brutal salvation. At her side, he finds freedom from his curse—the peace his demons never let him taste. For Castelle her heart craves darkness, and the demon—Kane— tastes like salvation. ‎Together, they will burn the world that tried to destroy them — and rise from the ashes, king and queen of ruin. ‎ ‎The only woman he has ever craved to own and possess. The Queen of his heart that satisfies his every need. ‎ ‎"Beautiful," he murmurs. The sight of her—bent over, wrists tied, ass raised, trembling—was a masterpiece.  ‎ ‎He nudges her legs further apart, admiring the way she opens for him. She's on full display—raw, submissive, exquisite. He pinched her inner thighs, watching her squirm, feeding on her whimpers.  ‎ ‎Then, he strikes.  ‎A sharp slap directly to her swollen clit making her scream. The sound alone could make him cum.  ‎ ‎He chuckles darkly. It unsettles her—and that’s exactly the point.  ‎He grabbed the flogger, trailing its strands over her back, down to her legs. With a swift motion, I bring it down hard. The crack fills the room. Her body jolts, red lines blossoming instantly on her skin.  ‎ ‎Again on her ass. Again on her clit.  ‎She shatters. 

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

His other hand returned to my cl*t, rubbing slow, torturing circles that had my thighs shaking. “Please—” I begged, beyond pride now. “Please what?” He lifted his head, lips swollen from my skin. “Use your words, Cindy.” I hated him. Hated how he made me say it. “Fuck me, Damian. Pleassss……” **** After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim. With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge. But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.

She caught her mate in bed with her sister. Neither of them looked remorseful. Rage, heartbreak, and betrayal surged through her. She packed her things and severed the bond with her mate. Then she left for the north-To the Red Blood Moon Pack, with one goal in mind: To seduce her ex-mate’s uncle. But instead..she turned out to be his fated mate. And everything was going in her favor. She would use the uncle to get what she wanted Not fall in love. After all, her ex’s blood ran in this man’s veins. But the mate bond has other plans. [From The Story] “Fvck,” Serra moaned as her ex-mate’s uncle shoved his large d**k into her, it was ecstasy. Only pleasure. His eyes were locked on hers....It reminded her of her ex, but there was softness in them, like he wanted her, like he needed her. Her first goal was complete. But now, her mind was fogged with pleasure. “Ahhhhhh,” he hit that spot again, and her head fell back in bliss. “Hmm, ahhh,” she moaned, Their gaze deep. He was big. Hard. She could feel everything inside her. Her grip tightened on his bare back, nails digging into him. She hadn’t heard him say a word, only his eyes, those deep, unreadable eyes, stared straight into her soulThen, the memory hit. Her ex-mate. The betrayal. Tears she had held back now streamed freely. She had given him everything, only to be thrown aside like she was nothing. It hurt so damn bad. His thrusts grew rougher. She screamed, It hurt, but she still felt every inch of him. Her legs trembled, sore and stretched. “Please,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Then don’t think of him” he growled. “Think of me.”

"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.....

“You look perfect like this,” one whispered, fingers down my thigh. “I wondered if you really killed her, did you?” Cuffed, wrists above my head, legs bare and open, one ran a flogger over my belly. I arched back, gasping. Another leaned in, breath hot at my neck. The third stood at the edge of the bed, watching me squirm. “We don’t even need to touch you to make you beg.” Then he finally did, he slipped two fingers straight between my legs, slow and deep. “Oh my god,” I moaned, hips bucking. “You’re this wet already?” he growled, curling his fingers inside me. “And we haven’t even started fucking you yet.” The one at my neck licked a trail down to my collarbone. “You killed her. Admit it.” I shook my head, but my body gave me away. My legs were shaking. I was clenching around his fingers like I’d never been touched before. "I didn't do it." I moaned again “Say whose hole this is,” he demanded. “M-mine—” The flogger struck my thigh. “Try again." I looked up, breathless. “Yours. Fuck. It’s yours.” ******** Chloe was sent to Nightshade Academy, the same elite school where her sister allegedly took her own life. To earn her father’s approval and uncover the truth, she had no choice but to go. Now, after another student is found dead, Chloe was the prime suspect due to the circumstances surrounding the death. Tied by an unbreakable bond to the three Alpha triplets sent to catch the killer. Now, Chloe is caught in their dangerous web. Worse? She’s mated to all three who are determined to make her accept to the crime.

Heavy BDSM content at your own risk. ⚠️ ‼️ ~Camila~ I sat across him with my legs crossed as i stared into those dark gray orbs that always seem to have me lost and lust in its depth. "When am I going to leave, Luciano?" I finally spoke, breaking the silence that had stretched since I'd entered his office. He said nothing for a moment, then stood up and walked towards me. He leaned in close, his elbows resting on the armrests of my chair, trapping me between him and the back of the chair. His thumb pressed lightly against my bottom lip, and my breath hitched. "Are you really asking me that, Gem?" He whispered, his voice a husky caress against my ear. His gaze was intense, and I felt a heat spread through my body. "You lost your freedom the day you stepped into my life, Gem." He continued, his breath warm against my skin. "And I'm afraid to say I can't let you go, never." I bit my lip, swallowing the lump in my throat. Despite the cool temperature of the room, I felt suffocated, the heat pooling in my lower pantie making it impossible to ignore his presence. He was right, I had lost my freedom the day I decided to sell my soul to this monster. He had killed the angel in me and made me his own little devil. Accepting Luciano and everything he did was dangerous, like signing my name on a contract to burn in hell for eternity. He was the demon that tortured me, the reason I was living in this gilded cage. Accepting Luciano and what he does was dangerous, it was like signing my eternity to burn in hell as long as he was the demon that tortured me...

The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. "Caelum please!" She begged him but he ignored her as he walked through the corridors and into the bedroom. And threw her on the bed. While she was busy recovering her breath, he threw his coat on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. "W-what are y-you doing?" she asked. Her face paler than paper. "Exactly what married couples do, love." He said dropping the shirt on the floor, His voice so full of viciousness that she almost choked on them. She dragged herself back on the bed sobbing, "no.." He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards himself. He crawled on top of her. He looked into her terrified eyes and whispered, "You make me do terrible things, my dear Rose." He wiped a stray tear from her chin before grabbing it. "I will bruise your lip and scar your knees and love you too hard.." he brushed his lips on hers, "I will destroy you. And when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after humans." ........................... Rosette never had an easy life, and after the death of her mother, when she thought things couldn't get worse, her life started going fully downhill. She was tortured beyond repair in her own house. She could only dream of being loved. She dreamed of getting married and finally breaking free from all these cages, but fate had other plans for her. Her life going totally downhill, turned upside down when she was married to the biggest business tycoon in the city. Will this marriage totally wreck her? Would she ever be able to break free?..

" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. “ When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything… her father’s trust and happiness. **** " Damnit, Amelia! He’s my friend! “ Her father snarled. " And he’s my lover! “ She yelled right back. Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. “ " And old, “ he added in a whisper. " I’m not a child anymore, daddy. I’m 21 “ Amelia answered. " Who knows nothing! End it with him or I’ll disown you! “ He was shouting now. She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I’m going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. “ " He’s being called a monster for a reason. Don’t you know why? “ " Stupid reason. He doesn’t deserve it. “ she retorted and added, " And isn’t he supposed to be your friend? “ Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I’m going to protect you from him. “ " At all cost. “