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“I won’t, just want a foreplay with you Abby” He said to me cheerfully. He ran his fingers into my pants and made his way to my pussy which he played with. He began fingering me like I was going to run away from him. “I thought those are your fingers, why do they feel like they are your cock going into my ass?” I questioned, feeling pain all over my pussy. “I guess it’s because you are pregnant for me, Abby” He spoke into my ears as I began breathing heavily. “Uhh… Ahhh Jack?” I hoarse emotionally as I grabbed him by his neck, pushing his lips closer to my boobs. He understood what I wanted, so he gave it to me. He took in my nipple into his warm mouth or should I say his sugar coated mouth and with so much rush, he fondled and sucked on my hard nipple for so long. “That’s it Jack, over there Jack… That’s the right point, baby!” I said out, trying to maintain my voice. I was really enjoying his foreplay and wished he could go in, but he just wouldn’t make me feel the way I wanted. Enough about me, let’s switch to you” I placed my hand on his chest as I made him kneel on my bed.

A medical report shows me my husband's true colors. I've been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer. Yet, my husband gives our life savings to someone else. I lunge at him to take my anger out on him, but he shoves me to the floor. "Lillian needs the money to open up a shop, you madwoman! So what if I've given her the money? "You have late-stage stomach cancer, so it's the end of the line for you! Why are you trying to compete with someone who has a long life ahead when you already have one foot in the grave? You can't expect Mom and I to lose everything because of you, right?" I sit dazedly on the floor. I've never found him more unfamiliar. After that, I sneak all my wedding gifts out, wanting to sell them for money. However, I'm told they're all fakes. My husband sneers. "I'm glad I had the foresight to switch them out for the real deal. You would've taken all the money if not for that!" Later, the hospital called to say there was an issue with their system. The names on the medical reports were wrongly indicated. I ask my husband, "Why are you competing with someone who has a long life ahead when you already have one foot in the grave?"

"This is exactly why I brought you here,” Andrei growls as he closes the distance between us at that very moment. Before I could process how he had gotten here or his words, he slammed me against the wall with his body pressing in on me as he crashed his lips against mine with a terrifying force. He bites my lips harshly, causing me to yelp, and he uses that opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of heaven. My wolf hummed in happiness as it threatened to leap out the moment Andrei’s hands moved over my body, starting from my collarbone to my breast and even further down. As much as I hated him, I loved every feeling and thing he was doing to me, and I pressed my body against his, mindlessly lost in the moment, and the only thing that existed right now was him and his hands that were trailing even lower until I could feel his warm palm on my stomach. I moaned as I returned the kiss, raising my flaying hands to get some support. The sound was like a switch to Andrei as his body froze over, and he broke the kiss immediately. "That. Is exactly why I'm keeping you." He said with a low throaty chuckle as he stepped away from me, his eyes burning with a fierce light. Andrei was not just one of my Masters. He is the Devil.

"Ah, no, please let me go! I can't do it again," Sofia cried as Leonardo thrust hard once more after cuming inside her for the fifth time. "You can. Now be a good girl and take me as deep as you can. You're my wife, and it's your duty to serve me in bed," Leonardo groaned, never stopping throughout the whole night. Sofia's life takes an unexpected turn when she's forced to marry a billionaire mafia boss because her stepsister backs out. Sofia shuns the idea of marrying a wealthy man after her mother's life of hardship. However, her stepmother trades her off to the ruthless billionaire, Leonardo Morelli, in exchange for a business deal. Known as the devil, Leonardo Morelli lives up to his reputation—cold-hearted and merciless. He has never met Sofia but despises her, believing she's the daughter of a whore. Although their union is meant to last only three years, he vows to make her life miserable, blaming her for the last-minute bride switch orchestrated by their parents. As they navigate this contractual marriage, enduring each other's company becomes a daunting challenge. How will Sofia find a way to survive under the same roof as this formidable devil? Full of action, suspense, and thrillers. 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, B D S M, Forbidden, Mafia Billionaire Romance

She was sold to pay her father's debt. She arrived carrying his secret. Ava Sterling never expected to see Ryder Kane again. The last time she did, he'd spent one night unraveling her completely — then left her with seven words at dawn: "You are nothing to me." Four months later, she's standing on an auction platform in silver cuffs while alphas bid on her like livestock. Her father calls it a debt payment. She calls it a betrayal she'll never forgive. Then Ryder steps out of the shadows and buys her himself. One year. One contract. One rule — produce his heir. The problem? She's already four months pregnant with his triplets. Ava signs the contract and keeps her secret, calculating she has weeks before he finds out. But Ryder Kane didn't build an empire by missing things. And when the truth explodes — along with the dining room windows and the first appearance of a golden power she can't explain — everything changes. Because Ava isn't just a rejected omega carrying his children. She's the last carrier of an ancient bloodline that a seven-hundred-year-old shadow king has been waiting to claim. Her triplets are the key to a throne that was never supposed to reopen. And the contract that was supposed to be a cold transaction is becoming the one thing standing between her children and a darkness older than every pack law ever written. She was bought. She became a weapon. Now she's coming for everything that tried to take what's hers.

Aisling Maverick life becomes living hell when her mate Azelaic Rowen who was a beta disappear from her life without any trace. Aisling was left heartbroken but with only one choice to return to her pack, to family. Being the weakest omega in her pack she faced a lot of backlash from the pack members and from her father but Aisling's life took a unexpected turn when she met Archard harvest. The ruthless heir of Dark wolves Pack. Aisling unknownly, challenge him and found herself in the plan of him. The lights above me began to flicker. A few seconds later, the lights went out, turning the hallway utterly dark, which made me stop from running because I couldn't see anything. " No..No…No… Not now, please goddammit!" I thought. Suddenly, a sharp pain cuts through my thoughts, a hand that grips my arm and squeezes too tight. It's Him. He caught me and I felt an inmes pressure on my arm and had a vise-like grip on my arm. He could rip my arm out of my torso.My heart was pounding out of my chest. He could hear it. The only thing I could see was his glowing eyes in the dark void. His eyes were devastated. Large, dark, and inviting, they were the sort of open windows that decent people draped. I was so caught up in them that I forgot about my pain for a moment

They caught my fiancé with my sister on the night of our engagement party. Tangled in a private wine cellar. My family name was dragged through the mud. We became the laughingstock of the Chicago Outfit. Then came Don Lorenzo Falcone. He proposed in front of all the Families, saving my honor and forging a more powerful alliance. For four years, he put me on a pedestal. But an old injury left him unable to father an heir. This year, through the family’s private doctor, I finally got pregnant. After that, his devotion became absolute. I thought this powerful man was my savior. My only protector. Until I heard him talking to his right-hand man. “Boss, Arabella worships you. How could you do it? You had the doctor switch the vials, made Arabella the surrogate for the Moretti heir. Just 'cause Isabella couldn't handle the pain? The kid’s due in two months. What’s the plan?” He was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was ice. “When the child is born, it goes to Isabella. It's the only thing that guarantees her future with the Morettis.” “And Arabella?” “I’ll tell her the baby didn’t make it.” “She’ll still be Mrs. Falcone. She’ll have everything she could ever want.” So that was it. My great protector. All of it… for another woman. This tainted bloodline? I don’t want it in me. And this sham of a marriage? I’m done.

My cousin, John Anderson, always paid me in tens rather than in thousands. He owned a renovation company, and my team and I always worked hard for his projects. However, he only transferred me thirty dollars for sand and concrete that were worth three thousand dollars. Besides that, he only transferred me one thousand five hundred dollars to finance customized doors and windows worth one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I did not harp on that. Instead, I bore the cost in full, as he was my cousin. That was until his wife, Rory Anderson, scolded me in front of all the workers. “Peter’s a bloodsucker. He never informs us whenever he buys new materials. He must have scammed a lot of money from us! I saw that he got himself a new house and a new car. I bet these are all bought with money he took from us!” John smoked next to us and sighed, “Never mind. He’s family after all.” I was furious when I heard that. I paid more than six hundred thousand dollars’ worth of material fees for him, and he was accusing me of stealing his money? The next client had a mansion and wanted natural marbles worth hundreds of thousands of dollars for his living room floor. John approved the request but only transferred me a thousand dollars to get it sorted out. So, I went to the brick factory located in the countryside and got a truckload of used red bricks from pigpens. Then, I used them for the client’s flooring.

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

My boyfriend, Dallas Clarke, had a pick-me girl constantly hanging around him named Olivia Phillips. She knew perfectly well that I had diabetes and could not eat high-sugar foods. Yet, during our hiking trip, she still managed to trick me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, which caused my blood sugar to spike. When I pulled out my insulin pen to inject myself, I discovered with horror that my medication had been replaced with saline solution. Seeing me collapsed on the ground, dry heaving uncontrollably, Olivia smirked in disdain. "You are always so dramatic. It's just sugar, you don't need to act like you're dying. That's why I told Dallas to switch your meds, because you needed to toughen up and build some stamina." I looked toward Dallas, my breathing already becoming labored. "Dallas, give me my medication. If I don't inject insulin soon, I'm going to die..." Dallas frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I've never heard of anyone dying from a bit of sugar. Olivia's right... You're such an attention seeker. We barely get together as a group, and here you are causing a scene." My heart sank, and I called Dad immediately. "Dad, I'm getting bullied, and I might die! Are you going to do something about it or not?"