Spider Legs

"Say that again," he smirks, his hand gently grasping my jaw. "My dear husband," I manage to say, my voice barely a whisper as I struggle to meet his intense gaze. "Oh, I love it when you call me that," he murmurs, before claiming my parted lips in a searing kiss. His hands slide down my thighs, spreading my legs wider, and in one swift motion, he plunges his length inside me. *** Alice's world crumbles when she discovers her husband's affair with her step-sister. The betrayal cuts deeper when he leaves her for his mistress. Desperate to escape the pain, Alice gets involved in a reckless one-night stand with a mysterious stranger, an event that could lead to something even more dangerous.

"Three years ago, standing at the altar under the admiring gaze of hundreds, Gabriel declared that he would love only Catherine, unwaveringly, for the rest of his life. Three years later, after receiving a diagnosis of infertility, he heartlessly threw divorce papers in her face and cast her out onto the streets with nothing. Three years ago, Catherine, in her kindness, saved a girl who was about to be sold into a brothel, taking her in as a beloved younger sister. Three years later, watching the very girl she once saved walk down the aisle on her ex-husband's arm, standing in the same place she once stood, reciting the vows she once made, Catherine could only muster a bitter smile. She gently touched her flat stomach, where an unborn life, a gift from heaven, was beginning to form. She vowed to herself that she would leave Gabriel far behind, but... 'Catherine, you are mine. Divorce or not, you will forever belong to Gabriel.' 'Catherine, be good. Stop causing trouble, okay?' 'Catherine! If you dare to leave, I will break your legs!' 'Catherine, stay with me, I beg you...'"

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

"You taste like my new favorite addiction" He grunted as I broke from the kiss. He then strokes my folds with gentle hands and I get on my tiptoes, chasing the spark of pleasure that spreads between my legs and tightens my belly. He thrusted his fingers in me and I let out a hard wince “You’re soaking wet for me. Your cunt is thrilled for my fingers. Don't fight it, you want me. Don't you?" He whispers as he licks my earlobe and I let out a soft moan. "Don't" I mumbled. I wanted to push him away. This isn't the reason I came back. I hate him or so I thought but still, I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine. * * Three years after she walked out of her marriage, Ophelia returned to New York with a sole purpose in mind, to get revenge on her ex husband. She planned to destroy him and make him suffer for all the pain he caused her. But when she uncovered the truth, and found out exactly what happened, she was even more devastated. She also realized that she still had feelings for him. Will she let go of her past grudge and give their relationship another shot? Or will she stay firm to her plan and get revenge on him for good?

Amelia To pay my father's debt and protect my brother, I married Salvatore Conti. The underboss of the Gambino Family. He was ruthless and treated me like his property. The only reason I kept holding on was my little brother, Ben. I was all he had. I had given up on life, but I found my knight. His son. Alessandro Conti. It was forbidden. It was dangerous. But it made me feel alive. Alessandro I was the son of Salvatore Conti, one of the most feared men in NYC. I hated the family and everything it stood for. And I hated my father even more. The first time I saw Amelia, she was marrying my father and no matter how beautiful she was and how s*xy her long legs were, she was beyond my reach. I should not have touched her but I had and she had become my sweet addiction.

“My eyes flashed open as the chilly air passed through my whole body but it wasn't the cold that woke me up. Grayham was lying next to me and his warm body caressed mine when he turned to me, his eyes shut. His warm breath flushed all over my face. I shut my eyes and imagined the comfort his body would bring to me. Then his legs curled up around mine and an electric shock shot up to my brain. The bulge in my trousers doubled in size. Through the dark, I led my hand into my trousers and when I clasped my dick, it was erect, swollen, and heavy. What if he was touching me? What if my cock was buried into his mouth or what if his hands were the ones doing the stroking? Fuck! I stroked harder as I imagined myself shoving my huge dick down his throat. I spewed on the floor and turned to the bed face down while panting heavily. Then, the warning bells in my head rang! Did I just cum while thinking about my mortal enemy?” *** Miles Kaden lives quietly, fiercely protective of the old building his father once tended. He’s stubborn, grounded, and bound to a place full of history—and secrets. Grayham Wilson is sharp, cold, and disgustingly rich. He builds empires by tearing others down. And now he wants that old building. They were never meant to meet. But one impulsive act changes everything. They wake up in each other’s bodies. What starts as a battle of wills quickly turns into something far more tangled. Because the longer they live each other’s lives, the more blurred the lines become. Two men. One curse. A hundred days to survive it—or risk losing not just their lives, but themselves.

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

“Part your legs and show me what I own, wife,” Ethan commanded, the phone still connected to his ears. The way he said ‘wife’ sent a sensual thrill chasing down my spine. He said it like it was a personal fantasy of his—the filthiest pleasure he could imagine. And I knew Asher was on the line, listening to this. Listening to US. I obeyed, parting my legs just enough for the cool air to brush against my skin. I felt the power roll off Ethan, the waves of desire as if controlling me, and Asher aroused a different side of his dominance. With my heightened wolf senses, I picked up the faintest grunt and growl from the phone, and my body responded, my core throbbing with need. The misery of wanting a fated mate and chosen mate, both at once, of wanting something so badly even though I knew it was wrong and debauched and compelling. —— When Sage Laurent was sold into the marriage with Alpha Ethan Blackwood, little did she know that she’d found her fated mate. But it was not Ethan Blackwood. It was Asher Knight, Alpha Ethan’s Beta, and soon Sage realised that the Moon Goddess had put her in a very precarious position. What happens when she is drawn to both of them? Sage never imagined that the most perilous thing she would face wasn’t the dangers of the pack—but the risk of falling for them both.

Layla McDermott is the perfect example of from grace to grass. Her father loses everything after making a bad business decision and going into partnership with the evil, Jason Stanford. He is devastated at the loss and chooses to commit suicide. His wife is broken by her husband's death and tries to kill herself by jumping from a third story window. She narrowly misses death, but both of her legs are crushed and she is confined to a wheelchair. She becomes the breadwinner of her family, taking care of her mother and baby brother while studying for her degree and trying to build her career as an abstract painter. Jason Stanford however had not done enough to the mcdermotts. He is determined to get their land which is in Layla's name. Not because the land has any value, but because he wants to completely emasculate them. He is determined to do whatever it takes to get the land even if it means getting his son to feign love for Layla.

THE LIE is all about a newlywed couple who have not has sex through throughout the dating stage and on their wedding night fear gripped her when she saw how huge‘’Cucumber’’ between his legs is. This affects their relationship as she had lied to him that she is not a V-irgin