Strip Poker Pov Novels & Stories

18+ Mature content. - - - - Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead. Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. The morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now deep in Australia’s dangerous underworld, she works as a stripper to infiltrate the cartel. The sexual addiction she buried years ago has roared back stronger than ever. Every slow, sensual grind on stage, every pair of hungry hands sliding over her bare skin, feeds the raw, aching hunger she can no longer control. As Skye seduces dangerous men for information, the stakes rise dangerously high. A former colleague wants her dead. The protector sent to bring her home hides a shocking betrayal. And the powerful man who ordered her mother’s murder is closer than she imagined, close enough to touch, close enough to taste. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.

She was hired to guard his body… he ended up owning hers. “Yes, Kai… fuck, don’t stop!” she screamed as he buried his huge cock deep inside her. She swore she’d never lose control. She vowed he’d never get under her skin. She promised herself she’d stay professional. All these vows were shattered the moment he buried himself deep inside her and made the unbreakable bodyguard beg. Rhea Kane is the deadliest bodyguard in Baltimore, cold, professional, and untouchable. Until her new client, spoiled billionaire heir Kai Lennox, turns her world upside down. After she saves his life in a hail of bullets, the two are forced into hiding for fifty dangerous days. Kai is cocky, filthy mouthed, and infuriatingly attractive. Rhea is five years older, ten times more lethal, and determined to keep things strictly professional. But one explosive night changes everything. Now the man she’s supposed to protect is fucking her senseless, making her scream, and turning the unbreakable bodyguard into a trembling, begging mess. As assassins close in and jealousy burns hotter than their sheets, Rhea realizes the biggest threat isn’t outside the safe house… It’s the spoiled, huge cocked brat sleeping right beside her, the one she’s dangerously close to falling for. Fifty days. One rule: Don’t get attached. Too bad that rule was already broken the moment he pinned her against the door.

I fell in love with the maid's daughter. The maid bullied and controlled me.My family fortune was cheated out, and my parents died tragically. I couldn't accept it, so I jumped off a tower to kill myself.Unexpectedly, I was reborn to the day a year ago...

WARNING! This book is not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Some parts contain graphic sex scenes, adult language, and situations intended for mature readers only! BLURB She saved herself for the man she thought would be her forever. She believed in love, in promises, in happily ever after. Until she caught her fiancé tangled in another woman’s arms. Betrayal burned through her veins, leaving behind only one desire. REVENGE. And what better way to break him than to seduce the one man who could shatter his pride—his powerful, dangerously handsome billionaire uncle? He’s older, untouchable, and completely off-limits. But she’s willing to play dirty, willing to risk everything, just to watch her ex suffer. But what happens when the game turns on her? Because the moment she steps into his world, she realizes he’s not just a pawn in her twisted little plan. He’s a man who dominates, consumes, and makes her feel things she’s never felt before. And the worst part? She might not want to escape.

Falling in love for the first time should be the most amazing feeling in the world. For me, it was the exact opposite. See, the guy I fell in love with turned out to be a cheat. The best part, the real doozy? He cheated on me with my very own twin sister. The entire debacle left me with enough wounds, and knives in my back to last me a lifetime. I was convinced I’d never fall in love again. Ever. Until I ran into my past. Orlando was my first crush. My friend. But he’s not the Orlando I remember. He’s changed. Now he’s the silent, brooding type. The type I should avoid while nursing a broken heart. I know I shouldn’t risk it. I know I should keep my distance. But here’s the thing…I can’t.

Leonard Cole, was never meant to survive, Not the accident that took both his parents when he was seven, Not the poverty that swallowed him whole after, Not the world that looked at him every single day and saw absolutely nothing worth saving. But Leo survived. And not just that, he fought. Quietly, furiously, on an empty stomach and broken shoes, he fought for a future that nobody around him believed he deserved. Then he met Elena Hartwell, beautiful, warm, the daughter of a Texas millionaire, and for the first time in his life, Leo felt like maybe the universe owed him one good thing. But nothing in Leo's life has ever come without a price. Because someone has been watching him. Long before Elena. Long before school. Someone who knows something about Leonard Cole that even Leo himself doesn't know yet. And closer to home, Elvano Reyes, the dangerous son of a millionaire who wants Elena for himself, has a connection to Leo that goes deeper than jealousy. Deeper than rivalry. Something personal. Something that started long before either of them walked into the same classroom. As Elena's cold and calculating mother works tirelessly to destroy what Leo and Elena have built together, and secrets from the past begin crawling toward the surface, Leo's whole world is about to crack open in ways he never saw coming. He will lose everything and He will break completely. And then, he will rise in a way that shocks everyone who ever looked through him. But the biggest question isn't whether Leo becomes powerful. It's what he does with that power when the girl who shattered him comes crawling back. The decision will be yours.

My best friend, Mila Clarke, falsely accused my father and my family for betraying the pack and killing the warriors. I kneeled before my husband, Alpha Leon Black, and begged him to have faith in my father. But he merely gazed at me coldly no matter how hoarse I've gone from crying. Even my own pup, Lucas Black, berated me. "I feel ashamed of you and your family! You're not worthy to become my mother!" Later on, I got cast out to the barren plains surrounding the border. Six years later, Leon and Lucas want to take me home. But I already have a new pup, a new mate, and a new home here.

On the night of our third anniversary, Killian missed dinner again. Texted me he was working late at the auto shop. I looked at the $5.90 clearance cake on the table. I'd fought a crowd at the grocery store to buy it. I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat. We need to save for a real house in Brooklyn, I told myself. I put the cake in the fridge. I wrapped my cheap coat tight and walked into the cold to deliver late-night takeout for extra cash. I never expected to run into my "poor" husband at a luxury hotel in Manhattan. He stepped out of a Rolls-Royce in a sharp custom suit, tossing hundred-dollar bills to the valet. A hot woman wearing a priceless pigeon-blood ruby followed behind him, hooking his arm. "Killian, it's snowing so hard. Are you really going back to Brooklyn to play house with your naive little peasant wife?" she whined. Killian looked at the cheap, tarnished silver ring on his finger. A hint of softness crossed his cold eyes. "For three years, she worked five jobs a day to pay off the fake debts I made up. She wouldn't even see a doctor when she was sick." "That's enough. She passed my test. Once I deal with the rat in the family, I'll tell her everything. Give her the glory she deserves as my Donna." The woman bit her lip. "What if she finds out you're a Mafia Don and is just after your money? Why not tell her you have a terminal illness—see if she'll drain her savings to save you. Test her one more time…" Killian stayed quiet for a long time. Finally, he nodded. "One last test. After this, I'm giving her the grandest wedding." The freezing wind howled. I gripped the paper takeout bag. Tears rolled down my face without a sound. I am done with this arrogant, lying love.

28-year-old Athena has lived her life normally. In a pack where everyone has to do some kind of work, she takes pleasure in her strip club that she also dances in. Being her Alpha's little toy she can't help but fall for him. After meeting her mate she can't help but try to stop the mate bond as she has feelings for her Alpha. She is struggling with the natural order of things and being a woman who gets to decide her own fate.

When Naomi Sullivan married me, she was already ten million dollars in debt. I spent the last five years working three jobs to help her pay off her "debts" while providing for her as well as our son, Shane Lewis. Not once did I ever complain about anything. All along, I firmly believed that my efforts would pay off, and we would eventually lead a good life together. Last week, our company finally secured a massive investment. Naomi and I hugged as we celebrated the occasion. I thought that the hard times were finally over. Today, I ended up seeing Naomi featured in the financial news. Dressed in a formal gown, she was hailed as the sole heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire. She was shown engaged in an animated conversation with her "investor", Jared Lewis. The news headline read, "Naomi Sullivan Completes Five-Year Adversity Trial, Proves Her Ability to Build from Scratch to the Board of Directors". I trudge home in a daze. When I get there, the five-year-old Shane is playing with the latest limited-edition toy robot. He looks at me with a frosty, distant expression that bears an uncanny resemblance to his mother's. "Mommy told me everything. You failed the trial, Daddy. You care too much about money."