Snake Tongue

“I’ll ask again,” He says with an husky finish on his voice, leaving his sitting position over to mine and squatting in front of me “Have you ever consider me as your type of guy?” I have the answer to that question already in my heart and he looking closely into my eyes freezes them from coming out. He’s close, again, too close. Before I know what is happening, he steals my last words, like knowing exactly what I want to say next and preventing me from saying them. I shiver from the touch of his lips on mine and exactly as I imagined, his lips are soft and juicy. Gently, he stroke my bottom lip with his tongue, massaging them slowly and as if carefully. ******** With everything going on in Eno's life, romance was the last thing she had expect to happen. Her first love dumping her with a pregnancy broke her to bits and in the process of picking up her life, hustling between jobs and caring for her daughter, she had to give up love. Not until her accidental encounter with Wale, the tall, dark and handsome playboy who turned her boring life with a lots limitations into a life where it is impossible to live without him.

He was sent to kill him. He chose to save him instead. Dante Voss is the most feared operative in a shadow organization known only as The Meridian — a man built from discipline, silence, and controlled destruction. He doesn't ask questions. He completes missions. Until the night he's assigned to eliminate Elian Rhys, a brilliant rogue journalist who has gotten dangerously close to exposing the most powerful criminal empire in Eastern Europe. Elian Rhys doesn't run from danger — he chases it. Armed with nothing but a sharp mind, a sharper tongue, and a death wish he'd never admit to, Elian has spent years dismantling corrupt systems from the shadows of his encrypted laptop. He's used to being hunted. He's never been wanted. When Dante chooses to pull Elian out of the crossfire instead of pulling the trigger, neither man is prepared for what follows — a frantic, continent-spanning flight through underground networks, enemy safehouses, and burning cities, where the real danger isn't the assassins on their trail. It's each other. Dante has never needed anyone. Elian has never trusted anyone. But survival has a way of stripping a man bare — and somewhere between a firefight in Budapest and a stolen night in Lisbon, something raw and irreversible begins to build between them.

WARNING: CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. READ WITH CAUTION. MATURE CONTENT. Claire met Sebastian on her wedding day. He is the older brother of her husband-to-be. Fate took its time to play with her when she felt a very huge attraction to the man on the very same day she was bound to be someone else’s wife. From the intense look he gives her to the way his lips curved up into a smirk, she can’t help but feel foreign sensations running down her body. Sensations she’s not allowed to feel for someone who’s going to be a family soon. Sebastian knew he needs saving when he felt a very strong urge to pull the bride and lean her on the altar and take her there senselessly. With her strawberry blonde hair curled to the side of her shoulder exposing her delicately creamy-white skin, thoughts of running his tongue there invaded his mind. Damn him to hell for thinking thoughts like that to the woman his brother was about to marry. But the heavens must be in his favor when things around weren’t what he expected it to be. This time he was determined to steal her from his brother, and no one can stop him. Not even fate.

“You’re pretty, but I don’t like ungrateful little boys, bébé.” He informed, clicking his tongue, and pinching my nipple. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. What is wrong with me? “So you do love my touch, Ivan.” He teased in satisfaction, his eye’s darkened in lust. My body trembled from his intense stare on my body. Pretty, Bébé, and the stares. He wasn’t straight. “You’re…into men.” I stuttered in realization. He shook his head in response, spinning me around. “No, Ivan. I like naive little boys like you.” He admitted, his eyes lowering to my groin. “How about you?” His eyes were fixed on my groin, “You don’t look that straight to me.” Cristiano Vito is known for his ruthlessness in the underworld, but there was one secret they didn’t know—He’s not straight. What happens when he is being forced to marry a woman against his wish? He detests the idea, and fights against it, but Ivan Hernandez—his fiancée brother changes his mind. Cristiano is determined to have him as his new toy, and agrees to marrying Mia to get closer to Ivan. But the problem? Ivan wasn’t into men or was he?

‼️Note: Before you read the book, have it at the back of your mind that it's not incest ❌. I don't support relationship between siblings, it's purely disgusting to me, and shouldn't ever happen. Everything that happened in the book is purely fiction, and if any characters possess personalities that are quite familiar, please do ignore, as I apologize in advance for it, since it's purely fiction.‼️ Now, enjoy the book, and again, it's not incest ❌, please‼️ "This is wrong, Asher," I shudder in his arms as I feel his tongue caressing the nape of my neck, and he stops abruptly, his warm breath fanning my neck. "You are my brother for fuck's sake, Asher. Why are you doing this?" Tears stream down my cheeks as I press my back hard against the wall, while I watch my nightmare torment me. This is what I have been going through for years and no one seem to be coming for my rescue anytime soon. You would ask, how can my own brother be obsessed with me, how can he keep telling me that I belong to him, how can he be so serious to the point of ruining all the relationships I've ever built? Well, this is the story of my poor life. The story of Adelie Williams, a young lady that is destined to be tormented by her own brother...

It was only a sixty-second dare: Kiss the campus "Ghost" and keep my crown. I never expected that the boy in the thrift-store hoodie would be the one to ruin me. To the students at St. Jude’s, Elias Thorne is a scholarship nobody. To me, he was social suicide—a boy beneath my notice. But when I pressed my lips to his, the world didn’t just catch fire. It exploded. One night of frantic, impulsive mistakes in the back of a car was supposed to be my dark secret. I was the Ice Queen; I was supposed to wake up, wash the taste of him off my tongue, and go back to being perfect. I was wrong. Elias isn't a ghost anymore. He’s a shadow that follows me into every room. He has my secret caught on camera, and he has a hunger in his eyes that scares me more than the scandal. He doesn't want my apology, and he doesn't want my money. He wants me. Now, every time I see him in the hallway, my heart hammers against my ribs—not with disgust, but with a terrifying, suffocating craving. I’m supposed to be the one sitting on the throne, but Elias Thorne is the one holding the crown... and he’s not letting go. He was the nerd I was dared to kiss. Now, I'm the obsession he's determined to keep.

After waking up from a car accident, I become the perfect wife of Dr. Leonardo Rossi. In the next two years of being an amnesiac, I rely on Leonardo and love him with all my heart. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, I accidentally overhear his murmured conversation with a subordinate. "Take her out once she's done signing the asset transfer papers." At that moment, a searing hot memory comes barging into my mind. I remember a man placing a hand on my sweat-drenched lower back. As he pants, he murmurs into my ear, "My dearest Donna Vittoria Costa, remember that I'm the only one who can make you shiver like this." Finally, the fog that has been haunting my mind is lifted, allowing more memories to return. It turns out that the man who has held me by my waist is none other than Leonardo, who's currently passing a glass of water to me with a smile on his face. I swallow the pill that he has handed to me. But in reality, I hide the pill beneath my tongue and merely swallow the water. Dear doctor, when the prey remembers that it's supposed to be the predator, do you think your scalpel will still be capable of slitting my throat?

“Tell me to stop,” I said as my lips trailed down his stomach “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.” Everette swallowed, his body trembling. “Raze… don’t—” “Say you don’t miss me,” I teased, sliding my tongue across his hard dick pushing against his trousers. “Say it, and I will go. No games.” “Don’t… stop,” he breathed. I smiled, my fingers unzipping him. “That’s what I thought,” I murmured before taking his dick into my mouth, letting him taste exactly what he couldn’t fight. ………………………….. Everette Carrington betrayed Raze Schmidt, the only man he had ever loved, by pushing him out of the company they built together. When the same company suffers a PR crises, the board has one shocking solution. A public partnership with his ex, Raze Schmidt. Betrayed, pushed out, and left heartbroken, Raze agrees to help him with one ulterior motive. Thirty days to make Everette fall for him again—into his arms and into his trap. But when Family lies, hidden bloodlines, and deadly secrets threaten everything, Raze finds himself questioning if revenge is the only path forward.

He is everything she despises arrogant, brutal, and worshipped for the violence he delivers on the ice. Atticus Finch is the league’s most feared hockey star, a man who wins games with clenched fists and a heart carved from ice. Sheila Feint wants nothing to do with him. She sees the ego behind the fame, the rage behind the smile, the destruction he leaves in his wake. And Atticus? He can’t stand her defiance, her sharp tongue, the way she looks at him like he’s nothing more than a headline waiting to implode. Forced into close proximity by fate and circumstance, their hatred burns hotter than rivalry. Every argument crackles with tension. Every glare lingers too long. Somewhere between verbal wars, bruised pride, and moments they refuse to name, the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. But loving your enemy comes at a price. Because if Atticus lets her in, he risks exposing the darkness he’s spent years hiding. And if Sheila gives in, she might fall for the one man capable of destroying everything she believes in. On the ice, Atticus Finch never loses. But with Sheila Feint… love might be the most brutal game he’s ever played.

Eli Michealson owns Las Vegas. The casinos, the power, the fear that follows his name everywhere he goes. Known as the Ghost, he is ruthless, untouchable, and completely uninterested in anything that does not bend to his will. Brigail Havens is just trying to survive. A broke Southern girl with a sharp tongue, a painful past, and debts that refuse to stay buried. She did not come to Vegas to gamble with her life. She came to work, to pay what her family owes, and to keep her head down. Their worlds collide over a poker table where nothing is as simple as it seems. Eli is convinced Brigail is hiding something, tied to a man who once tried to destroy him. Brigail wants nothing to do with a powerful billionaire who thinks he can intimidate his way into the truth. But defiance sparks obsession, and curiosity turns dangerous when Eli decides the only way to control the game is to own every piece of it, including her job, her freedom, and maybe her heart. She does not trust him. He does not know how to let her go. In a city built on lies, money, and temptation, one wrong move could cost everything. And falling for the one person you should never want might be the most dangerous bet of all.