Snake Bite Piercing Tongue Novels & Stories

"Take that card and buy a several elegant clothes. I don't like to see my office like a brothel." He is Eric Williams a sharp tongue but successful CEO. After throwing his black card on my desk, for me his handsome face looks like a devil. How can I stand with his spicy mouth?" Eric Williams 30 yo accidentally met Casandra Mckenzy 25 yo at a party. The first impression that made Eric dislike to Casandra was that Casandra's talkative and sexy-looking changed drastically when Casandra walked through Eric when he was robbed by a criminal in a bank. Eric who doesn't like secretaries who have sexy looks, finally accepts Casandra as his secretary for returning the favor. How do they work together since both of them have opposite personalities? Eric the cold CEO who doesn't believe in love and Casandra is a friendly woman who is trying to find her true love. Is it possible for them to fall in love with each other?

My Valenese neighbor dressed like a temptress—curves in all the right places, a delicate body topped with a pair of full, heavy breasts. Her name was Ayame. When she came by that evening to ask my husband to fix her computer, I heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure drifting from the other room. "Wanna try my new tongue stud? Consider it your payment for the repair." Then came my husband's moans of pure, shameless delight. I couldn't help but feel jealous. It had been so long since he'd sounded that happy with me. As I listened, my hand slid slowly beneath the waistband of my pants. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. I'd heard that Ayame's husband had a full ring of piercings down below. I'd been craving a taste for ages. If Ayame could seduce my husband, then I'd take my own turn sampling those piercings.

He doesn't take no for an answer. And she's never said yes-until now. Arden Blake has built world on control. A high-powered event planner with a sharp tongue and tighter walls, she doesn't have time for complications-especially not ones wrapped in six feet of tattoos, arrogance, and pure sin. Enter Rhett Maddox- ex military, ex lover, and the man who walked away without a word five years ago. Now's he's back in town, cocky as ever, and owning the nightclub she's been forced to work with. The last thing she want is to play nice. But the way he looks at her? Like he remembers exactly how she sounded when she used to beg for it? Yeah That's dangerous. Rhett doesn't play games .He plays for keeps. And this time, he wants more than her body- he wants her surrender. Mind, mouth, and soul. But Arden doesn't beg anymore. Unless he makes her...

"She's wolfless, mother," his tone was cold as usual. A wolfless mate meant one of two things; There was a high chance of birthing a wolfless pup and there was a lower chance of birthing a pup- in this case, the next Alpha. "You would subject your only son and heir to the Pride Family Pack to this fate?" He asked his mother in an accusing tone. "What’s so special about her anyways!" There was nothing Irene hadn't heard from him. She had taken his insults, numbing her pain with her love for him but when she stumbled upon him giving his mate bite to the Beta's daughter, Irene was sure she'd had enough. She fled, unknown to her, with their children in her womb. ***** "Return to our pack and be by my side again," she never thought he was capable of those words. He was yet to know about their children, perhaps did he really want her back or was he just curious about her identity that was slowly coming to light? #weaktostrong #SecretIdentity #Secretbabies #ChasingEx-Wife #ArrangedMarriage #DestinedMates #AlphaXAlpha Author: E.V Lunar Copyright: Ideaink Six Cats

I was having lunch in the cafeteria when my pregnant coworker, Cindy Jenkins, reached across with her fork and speared the fried chicken drumstick right off my plate. She did not say a word until she had finished every last bite, then casually remarked, "I'm six months pregnant now, which is when I need the most nutrition. Plus, I'm carrying a boy, the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you all understand how important this baby is?" I stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's that got to do with me? It's not like I'm the father." She completely ignored me and said, "I'm just letting you all know. From now on, you're taking turns giving me your chicken drumsticks." The other coworkers at the table quickly looked down and focused on their food, nobody daring to say anything. Only me, the one person who never backed down, kept staring straight at her. Cindy slammed her fork onto her tray. "What are you looking at? Your drumsticks are mine from now on, got it?"

After a heart-pounding hunt, the pack gathered under the full moon for a celebration. Because of my contribution, I earned the right to bathe in the Sacred Spring and feast on the Stag King's meat. Just as I was about to take a bite, Emily Carter yanked it from my plate. "This isn't for you!" she snapped. In the pack, our roles were similar, but I outperformed her at every turn. She had been targeting me for months. I ignored her and reached for another piece, sliding it into my mouth. "Are you even listening to me?" she screamed, charging at me. Her hand shot up, ready to slap me. The next second, I grabbed her wrist and tossed her aside. Emily landed on the ground with a growl, her face twisted in fury. "You arrogant little wench! My father is the great Alpha King, Hyde Sullivan! How dare you?" she continued, her voice cracking with rage. "I'm revoking your Sacred Spring privileges!" I pressed a hand to my mouth, letting out a quiet laugh. Hyde was my uncle, and he never had offspring. I was his only successor.

"A FORCED MARRIAGE. A RUTHLESS CLAUSE. HE DOESN'T WANT A WIFE—HE WANTS A WHORE IN HIS BED EVERY SINGLE NIGHT." At eighteen, Helen Rossi was handed over like a piece of property to settle a debt. Her older sister fled, but the contract remained unchanged: Helen was dragged to the altar as the replacement. She is young, untouched, voluptuous, and possesses a fierce, unbroken spirit. Damian Vance is thirty years old, and he owns Chicago. He is an arrogant, brutal, and sadistic billionaire CEO, used to ruling both his empire and his private erotic nightclub with an iron fist. He doesn’t want romance; he demands a submissive bitch in his bed who will obey his every dark command. The terms of the contract are clear and ruthless: daily sexual servitude, and a male heir in less than two years. To Damian, it doesn’t matter which Rossi is standing at the altar. Helen will be forced to spread her legs and lie in his bed every single night. He thinks he can easily break her pride through fear and pain. But this substitute bride has teeth—and she is going to bite back.

“She is so small, can she take us?” “Her skin looks so soft and chunky, I want to bite it.” “Medora, from this moment onwards, you belong to us.” “Will you strip for us? Or should we help you?” ****** Medora walked into her sister’s wedding and found her fated mate standing at the altar. Only he’d chosen her sister. But beautiful girls don't have to settle for ruthless Alphas. That’s what plus-sized, overlooked little sisters are for. So Medora steps up to take her sister's place in the Ironholt pack. It's fine. She can handle being a bargaining chip to carry the Lycan bloodline. What she can’t handle are the four Alphas waiting for her. Kaz, Kai, Kol, and Kenzo. Her father’s oldest friends. Men, she spent her childhood watching from the shadows. They don’t know her face, but the second she arrives, they look at her like she's everything they've ever wanted. And Medora is terrified she's going to want them back.

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it has an underlying truth. You can try but one's heart is never to be put into words. "Are you saying that I'm pestering you?", she asked chuckling lowly. Had it been somebody else she would've fired them right away? As of now, her grip only tightened slightly on the little spoon in her hand while he slowly opened his cat-like eyes and avoided her gaze. "Torturing would be a better word," he whispered in hopes of staying alive so he could go home and cut his tongue for being so sharp. What was wrong with him? "Glad you understood my intentions." An arrogant boss lady whose mood flips like a switch every day who runs from the idea of love. A cute Barista leading a second life as a camboy who wishes for nothing but love. What could be a better combination?