Spider Legs

“Fine,” I heard myself say, the word tasting like rust. “You want an open marriage? We’ll do open.” A slow smile curved his mouth—victory, not warmth. “Good girl. Then I suppose you won’t mind if I reintroduce Kisha.” The camera panned. There she was, curled on what I now realized was our hotel suite couch, her legs tucked under a cashmere throw that used to be mine. She waved, manicured nails glinting, belly softly rounded under a silk camisole. My world tilted. I forced a smile that felt like glass. “So she’s your girlfriend?” Daniel’s hand settled possessively on that gentle swell. “Not just my girlfriend,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “The mother of my unborn child.” Jayla Carmichael smiles for the cameras as the perfect senator's wife while her world burns. But queens don't kneel. They conquer. Fueled by whiskey and wrath, Jayla ensnares Warren Christopher, a brooding billionaire CEO, after saving his empire in a bar-side twist of fate. Love was the first lie. Revenge is the foreplay, and the truth? it's coming for them all...naked, ruthless and dripping in karma. Will Jayla's vengeance destroy her soul or will warrens fire forge something eternal?. This book isn't just romance, it's war with benefits.

Warning! Not for readers under the age of 18 "Spread your legs!" He ordered, whispering into her ear and sending shivers throughout her body. "I...." She stared into his beautiful blue eyes as he slowly thrust into her. "I am going to fuck you until you can't walk!" He leaned in and kissed her as their hips moved in rhythm. ~~~~~~~ Alpha king Fenrir referred to himself as the Sex Beast after getting possessed by a sex Demon who feeds on women's energy after sleeping with them. Aside from that, he hated humans for causing him pain, making life unbearable for them, turning each of them into slaves, but then he met Lorena, his slave who was auctioned off as a sex slave. Lorena is a human who hates Werewolves for ruining every human life. When she got auctioned off as a sex slave, she never expected to end up with the Alpha king. The man he hated the most and vowed to kill. But To survive, she must accept to become his sex slave or end up dead like every other slave who disobeys the Werewolf's law. Would she agree to do his will? Or would she accept his wish and become his sex slave? This is a story about love, sex, Heartbreaks, death, tears, and power.

She’s sunshine, glitter, and impulsive chaos. He’s suit-and-tie, headlines, and cold steel control. Together? Absolutely not... right? Jace Whitmore and Lily Thompson have *history*-the kind neither of them talks about, but both remember. She remembers him as the tall, egotistical jerk who kissed her stupid... then told her he wouldn’t touch her with a six-foot pole. RUDE. And infuriatingly unforgettable. He remembers her as the pint-sized menace who’s far too cute for his sanity. Her pout? Weaponized. That glitter obsession? Unbearable. Her... everything? Inexplicably addictive. And while she’s not his type (his type being supermodels with legs for days), his eyes, and maybe something else, never got that memo. He’s the reformed playboy now forced to run his family’s billion-dollar empire. She’s a glitter-wearing, bubble-blowing whirlwind of trouble who wants to get revenge on her ex. He’s the suit-clad face of responsibility. She’s the younger sister of his friend. And exactly no one thinks they should be within ten feet of each other. It started with one forbidden kiss. One very personal grudge… One impulsive decision… And the fear of things becoming real.

Three years ago, Capo Marco Rossi received an order from the Godfather. He was to leave and expand the Family territory. Before he left, he issued me a command the way someone would fasten a collar onto a pet. "Until I return, you will remain at the Godfather's estate. Remember your identity. Keep your legs closed." He gripped my chin, his voice carrying that kind of condescending gentleness that felt almost like charity. "When I come back, I'll give you a proper status." For my younger brother's medical expenses, I had no choice but to obey. Three years later, he returned with the wealth he seized from the West Coast Gambino Family, and there was a woman by his side. In front of the rose bushes at the Godfather's estate, he looked down at me from above, as if inspecting a dust-covered old possession. "Mia Moretti is carrying my child. I must take responsibility as a father. You've always been sensible. Endure this for now. Continue being my mistress." I lowered my head, my hand lightly stroking my still-flat abdomen. "Is that so?" I raised my head, a provocative smile on my face. "I have no objection. If the Godfather says it's acceptable, then it's acceptable."

"You want my mouth on you?" His husky voice holds a thread of amusement. "Then beg for it." I'm mindless with desire, my thoughts all over the place, and that's probably why I don't hesitate before saying, "Please." "Good girl," he croons, before his head disappears between my legs, giving me what I want. What I need.  ------- Rory Tremaine is spoiled by her father and is used to getting everything she wants. So when a threat in the form of a stalker has her father hiring a bodyguard to protect her, Rory decides that the sexy hunk of a man is what she wants next.  When Carter accepts the job of protecting Rory, he knows that it's going to be taxing. What he doesn't expect, however, is for it to become his hardest job yet—in more ways than one.  Women propositioning him comes with being attractive and Carter is usually pro at resisting temptation. The thing is that with Rory, he's not so sure he can.  He's 36 and she's 23.  Giving into his urges would be wrong. Not to mention, forbidden.  But when Rory goes after something, she's relentless and Carter is about to realise that giving in is so much easier than resisting.

"You sound jealous." He pointed out and pushed off the wall. He walked towards me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You wish." I barely said as my knees went weak with the expectation of him touching me. "Do you want me to fuck your brains out?" Issa huskily asked as he groped me to his hard muscled body. The slit between my legs was heating up. I knew that I had to be very careful about my answer or things were going to take a dirty turn. "In your dreams," I whispered and softly pushed him back. I prayed that he had not caught on to my moment of weakness. "I will be waiting for you in my dreams then." _________ Yulia— a stubborn and rebellious wolf's life is turned upside down when she's forced to move in with her step-uncle, Lycan Issa Frostwood, after her mother's death. As she struggles to come to terms with her new reality, she finds herself tormented by a forbidden desire for the one person she shouldn't— her own uncle. . . But as they both fight to deny their feelings, the danger that surrounds them draws them closer together. Will they succumb to their passion, or will the secrets and lies that haunt their past destroy them forever?

He abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; one wrong move I might shapeshift in here. His masculine scent infiltrated me with so much finesse. Damn, he smells divine. "What the hell--" "Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help." His baritone tone is manly, very manly which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be? "Alright, Mister, I will give you three seconds to let me go, or else you might lose your hands." My tone is cold and dangerous. I’m hoping he heeds my warning. The tall man keeps leaning forward to me, putting our bodies in an intimate, awkward setting. "One, Two, Thre--" He steers his legs forward. My heart was beating a mile per second. I can't believe he is doing this! Feeling his warm palms cupping my face, the next thing I know, he is kissing me. His lips taste like strawberries. I got an entry pass into heaven!

Lesia has always been maltreated by her foster parents and as if that was not enough, she was sold to a dark Lord who happens to be her mate. Maddox was frustrated to find out that a mere omega was his mate and he proceeded to make a sex slave and kept using sex toys on her. Unable to deal with such disrespect, Amelia fled and collapsed while being chased by rogues. Before she blacked out, she muttered “Mate” ****** "W-what are they?" She eyed them yet again. "Why don't you find out? Pick one." I huskily whispered in her ear. She shot me a worried side glance and pulled her button lip in-between her teeth, reverting her eyes to carefully go through the seven pleasure bringing tools I had laid out. She shakily limped towards the bed, running her fingers over the array of objects. She paused in front of the vibrator and picked it up, looking it over. She turned to me, "t-this one?" "Excellent choice Princess, my personal favorite." I grinned at her. I collected it from her, running my eyes over it, "get on the bed and spread your legs for me. I promise you'll enjoy this as much as I will."

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.