Teach Me First Prologue Novels & Stories

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

“You loved a lie. Now love the one who created it” Ophelia Veline thought life couldn't get any worse after falling from grace to grass and being murdered by her older sister and fiancé. Bruised emotionally and broken physically, she’s left for dead. Left in a pool of her cold blood. Her pathetic life saga was meant to end here, she saw the light just ahead and it was reaching out for her soul until he snatched it instead. The unlikely god with an otherworldly aura. “I can grant you a second chance. Only if you agree to play my games” “Please…” she begged. The next time she’s awake, it's not in her former life that used to be all sugar and icing. She’s trapped in a hellish world of survival and madness. Once a decadent princess, now a pawn in a god's twisted playground. Ophelia will have to adapt or die trying because death doesn't wait. And the god who brought her into this hell hole couldn't care less about her or maybe…he does. But one thing is certain…she has to SURVIVE!

On the day that was meant to be the happiest day of her life. It became an unrealistic dream when she found out her best friend was the bride her fiancee was getting married to. To control the embarrassment and to avoid being disgraced, Ivy picked a man from the congregation and got married to him. Unknown to her, she picked the country's wealthiest bachelor. Dillon was shocked when the broken Ivy singled him out of the congregation. Not knowing how to reject the broken woman, he agreed to get married to her. Ivy was shocked when she found out the man she got married to was the country's billionaire and decided to run away but will it be successful? Dillon's mother already picked a bride for him, what will she do when she gets to know her son is entangled with a poor woman?

After being humiliated and abused for years, Vittoria fears meeting her creator as she gets sold by her tyrannical owners to settle a family’s debt towards the boss of another territory. But faith finally smiles her way as her new ‘father’ discovers her potential. instead of having her serve in his house like a beast, he trains her and gives her the chances she deserves. In just a few years, Vittoria rises from the ashes and takes up a position as the second-in-command of her new family. As there is an issue on her old territory, she is ready to do her part, knowing that the one she will help out might be one of her ex-bullies. When she sees Domenico again after all this time, she has a hard time at not having her jaw hit the floor. But it’s not going to be like this. Not this time. Because to save his fortune and territory, he will have to crawl at her feet. “Now… be a good boy and kneel for me.” ⚠️ TW: explicit and foul language, steamy and explicit sex scenes, abuse, heavy violence, SA ⚠️

Chasity Dawson is the shy daughter of a housemaid and Joe Bandit is the school's "Golden boy" and the son of the family her mother works for. One-night Joe texts her, and asks her for a favor that involves a mysterious unmasked culprit, leaving photos of Joe and his family at their doorstep every week for years. This mystery leads to a growing attraction between Joe and Chasity. Along with deadly secrets that were best left alone. Secrets… that could get someone killed.

“Call me Daddy. I tell you what to do and you fucking listen. When I order you to spread your legs, you go the widest you can, you show me the depths of your pussy. When I order you to stab your soaked, dripping pussy with three of your fingers, you look me dead in the eyes and do it. When I order you to call me daddy, you open your mouth and call me daddy, because I'm your fucking daddy, baby girl. You obey, you follow orders, and you get rewards and treats from sugar daddy, my sugar baby.” When Daddy tells you to pick up this book, listen. Obey like the depraved slut that you are. Obey with your dry pussy and watch it soak and ruin your panties, your sheets, your damn life. Default and lose your treats, rewards and your orgasm, you unsatisfied reader. I dare you to remain the same after experiencing daddy. …… Note: There's no limit. None. Dane Wright. Don't worry, he doesn't need your forgiveness or the face of disgust you'll make. He would unfortunately rather die, than leave his business partner's daughter alone.

"since you can't pay me back what you stole from me, I own your life, all of you," London Malik whispered with a deep smirk at the corner of his lips as he pinned Kimberly to the wall. It was then that her innocent life took a different turn.

"People are waiting for us downstairs." He whispered to me under his breath, "You will go down and play the happy fiancée." "N-no.." I sobbed, "Liam, please. I can't." "You can and you will." He stated firmly, "I am not your father so do think twice before going against my order." Forceful. Demanding. Arrogant. He is. Liam Alvaro Luciano is everything any living creatures fear, including me. My name is London Naomi Saint and this is a story about how 18-year-old me winded up with the world's most dangerous and ruthless mafia as a husband of mine.