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Rated 18+!! Steamy mature contents contained here!!! Leilani Waters, a really beautiful independent lady, with the perfect body that can make any man sin willingly, won the heart of one of the most famous billionaires in the city, Neil. He loved her so much with his entire heart and could kill for her. Their lives went on smoothly until he walked in through the front door…Adonis Ace Giles, Neil’s stepbrother, a sex god, whose mouthwatering features will make any woman kill to get a taste of him and yet doesn’t believe in love. Leilani found herself drooling over Adonis, and when the heat between them became unbearable, they had sex… and from that day, everything changed for Leilani. What happens when Leilani is caught between marrying Neil and confessing her feelings to Adonis? ***Excerpt*** “F*ck me, Adonis.” I gasped against his shoulder, helplessly pressed into him as he rocked my body slowly with his slow, hard grinding. He yanked his hand off my ass forcefully, and the thong snapped. The sound and the smack of it against my skin made me shudder, almost cumming. He pulled the black thong away from me, the small fabric slick with my juices, and stuffed it in my open mouth. I groaned, hearing the tortured sound of my own groan muffled by my panties slick with my own wet. And I moaned again. “So many fucking things I wanna do to your body, Leilani.” He growled, “I’m gonna f*ck you so hard.” He said, gazing sinfully into my eyes as he said those maddening words and slid his erect cock out of his grey sweatpants. My vagina clenched, spilling more moisture. Then he parted my legs even wider and plunged his cock into my vagina. Deep. Wet. Hard.

I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst.In the room's silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan.I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick pussy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her. Fucking Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my cock seemed genuine."Aleksander," she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. "Ah!" She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs.

NINA “My wife will ride you for her org-sm and for your come to fill her, so she can do her duty as Mrs. Sokolov.” Jeremiah’s fingers flexed around my throat. “Go on, little wh-re. Climb over him. I know you want to.”   I crawled over Lachlan, curling my fingers around his thick c-ck, and wondered — how big was Jeremiah? How long? How thick? Lachlan hissed, “Kitten, stop playing or I’ll come all over your hand.”   Jeremiah growled, “We can’t have that. All his come belongs in your c-nt, wife. So get on with it.” His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t stretch this out. I have something else that needs stretching.” Shuddering, I got to my knees. As I aligned Lachlan’s c-ck with my entrance, another hand wrapped around mine — larger, slick with oil. Jeremiah.   A moan escaped as my husband guided his lover’s c-ck to my core. I sank down slowly, the stretch burning until I took every inch. “F-ck,” Lachlan groaned. “You’re perfect around me.” “You too,” I moaned, pressed against his chest, lips tangled in a kiss.   Then, without warning, Jeremiah pushed in two fingers — into my other h-le.   I gasped as he stretched my untouched muscles. He didn’t stop. Not until I was full. Everywhere.   Lachlan groaned. “I can feel you.”   “I know,” Jeremiah said, his fingers thrusting deep. “Move.” Lachlan obeyed, lifting me until just his tip stretched me, then pushed me back down. I whimpered. My hips jerked. Lachlan cursed.   “You like that, wife?” Jeremiah’s voice rasped in my ear. “Being used by both of us?”   _ This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. Read-TW!!!! MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings

"Thirty million" I heard a male voice echo round the walls of the hall which silenced everyone. Who would bid that high just to buy me? "Thirty million dollars" the male voice spoke up once again, a young man striding confidently forward like he owned the very building with his bidding card raised up. He was eighty percent taller than everyone in attendance. I sucked in breath at his refined but cold appearance. His tuxedo hugged his body and showed of his impeccable muscles. His dark long hair was slick and let to fall, not a single strand out of place. He had the profile of a greek God but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. "Get her ready and bring her to me" he pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now. **** When a ruthless mafia lord bids for an innocent girl, can her innocense survive in the abyss of his darkness?

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

Rose Evans. A girl with big dreams and goals, that she planned to see trough. Everything was planned in detail and it all started with finishing school and going to college. With her plans in mind and her dreams written down in a colorful schemed notebook, she never planned to have it all ripped away from beneath her feet. Her mother passed abruptly after a long fight with dancer, and the seventeen year old girl was left to fend for herself. Tyler Chaps. The multi-bilionare, owner of several cooperations with both feet in the most succesfull real-estate market affairs. The 28 year old was the hottest bachelor on the market, with a plan to never settle down. Rose found comfort in a man who helped her get a job. A job that entailed stealing and flirting her way to peoples possessions. What happens when the young girls slick hands, grip the wrong wrist? What happens when a ruthless, cold-hearted billionaire CEO catches the pickpocket thief and employs her for a job of his own? When a strong minded, business oriented woman, is paired with a soulless, dominant CEO, hearts are bound to come undone.

WARNING:⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE CONTENTS Damon's eyes blaze with unholy delight as he watches Hazel struggle to take his massive cock, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He can feel her throat constricting around him, the pressure exquisite, and he knows he's pushing her to her limits.Fuck, yes, he snarls, his grip on her hair tightening almost painfully, that's it, take it all. Swallow my cock like the obedient little cumslut you are.He rocks his hips, fucking her face with shallow thrusts, relishing the feeling of her saliva coating his shaft, her nose pressed to his groin. The sounds of her gagging, choking, and slurping only spur him on, stoking the fires of his lust.Damon's roar of pleasure echoes through the chamber as Hazel's hands find his sac, massaging and caressing his most sensitive flesh. The added stimulation pushes him closer to the edge, his cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth.Enough, he growls, yanking her off his dick with a wet pop. On your knees, bitch. Time to fill that greedy cunt with my seed.He grabs her arms and forces her onto her knees, spreading her legs wide apart. With one hand, he unfastens his belt and frees his cock, stroking it impatiently as he positions himself at her entrance.Open wide, he snarls, pressing the head of his cock against her slick folds. Take it all, like a good little whore. Let me mark you as mine.Forced into a marriage with a mysterious, dangerous man known as "the Devil," a young woman must survive his dark world while uncovering secrets that blur the line between hatred and unexpected desire.

"I've found that pain makes liars." His voice was husky and low. "But pleasure brings answers." His finger slid through the slick mess he had made of me, and I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give into his lunacy. There was nothing else to say to him.  But I desperately wanted and needed more of him. Sage is a young woman who is lonely and down on her luck. One day, she falls into a fairy ring and is immediately swept up by a mysterious man who takes her captive. Fynn is a fae prince who was cursed by a water witch to find his mate within a hundred years. Otherwise, he'll lose everything. When Sage falls into his path, he is concerned she is somehow connected to his enemies and refuses to trust her. However, he can't deny the overwhelming attraction he feels for her. Falling for my Fae Captor is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Blurb: It was out of a nightmare, a betrayal of the highest order. Damien's, hair was disheveled, his body entwined with another woman, they were both naked and slick with sweat. The intimacy of it was unmistakable, the mingling of their breaths, a moment never to be seen. "What the hell?!" Damien's voice finally boomed within the breaking, suffocating silence. Assuring herself that she was no longer alone, the woman tried to cover her body as she struggled to do so. There was a flicker of panic in her eyes. "Get the hell out of here!" he roared, his face twisted in anger. Noah Miller's life took a tumultuous turn after Mr. Miller's sudden demise, forcing her to form an unexpected alliance with the Andersons, long-time rivals. This unconventional alliance is a result of a contract marriage, despite Noah's heart still belonging to her first love, who was presumed dead after a failed kidney transplant two years ago. Will Noah be able to navigate the complexities of her new life with the Anderson' and her husband, or will the sudden reappearance of her supposedly deceased first love alter the course of her life once again?

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?