Tease Words

******************COMPLETED BOOK***************************** This book is a standalone for story 2 from the book Wild Adventures. Readers should be warned, there are explicit scenes in the book you might not want to be reading. *****************Super Steamy and wildly erotic********** Denny started to caress her as she obeyed his orders.  She was wearing a red velvet dress with its length up to her mid-thighs. The fabric was soft to his touch but her smooth and aromatic skin added fuel to his excitement and urged him to knead her everywhere he could reach and touch. Her exposed skin was not too much and not too little. For Denny, what he could see was enough to tease him into finding out what beauty was hidden underneath her clothes. The service girl started moaning in pleasure, but her every move held coquetry that teased the aroused man even more. Her erotic reactions didn’t make him rush to finish this heavenly taste of delectations but made him want to enjoy teasing each other for a more explosive ending. "Do you like it...?" The man whispered. He was feeling so aroused beyond redemption, but he was also unconsciously concerned if she was feeling the same as him. "Yes, sir," she answered obediently with her face turning beet red in embarrassment and delight. Denny wanted to do more. He was aching to do more.... but he knew there were rules.

“You’ll serve me as a mistress. My personal sex slave.” He said, in his ever calm sultry and silky voice and if it were not for the words that he had spoken, I would have been carried away by that voice. “What? You can’t be serious! That is not happening at all.” Maybe I should have thought through my words before speaking because the moment the words were out of my mouth the Alpha’s dark eyes turned even darker. *** On the night of the feast of Alphas, Catherine spills some onto the jacket of one of the Alphas present and she thought her life would be ruined for good, especially when the Alpha King decided to step in to clear off the debt and also acquire her as a mistress, little did she know that this singular experience was about to change her life forever.

To protect my boyfriend, Nico, the illegitimate son of our allies, the Moretti family, from their internal power struggles, I agreed to leave New York with him. But on the eve of my adoptive father, the Don of the Falcone family, signing our transfer orders, he backed out. Through the hidden door of the cigar lounge, I heard his right-hand man tease him: "So you really kept up that act for three months just to get rid of the princess?" "But she's your childhood sweetheart. You really have the heart to some miserable fishing village in the Baltics all by herself?" Nico's voice was nonchalant. "It's just an outpost across the pond. How far can it be?" "Scarlett is too controlling. If I don't get her out of the picture, how am I supposed to get any breathing room? Besides, I need to put Chloe at ease." I stood behind that hidden door for a long time that night, my grip on the doorknob tightening until my knuckles were white, before I finally let go. I turned and walked away, pulling out my tablet to change my flight plan. I changed the destination from the official plan of that desolate Baltic outpost to a seat at the High Table in Sicily, which is the absolute center of old-world Mafia power. Everyone seemed to have forgotten. I am the princess of the Falcone family. And he is nothing but filth from the gutter. We were never a match.

The remnants of the pack gathering had barely faded when my whole world changed. My best friend, Hallie Richmond, vanished, snatched away by rogues. Only for her to reappear the next day, found bruised and bitten near the pack borders. My heart ached for her, so I went to her with her favourite apple pie. But the solace I intended to offer shattered into a million pieces the moment I heard the words of my boyfriend, Camilo White, our pack's beta. "...Hallie's family will destroy her if they learn of this. I have no choice but to mark her first.” "What about me, Camilo? I'm your girlfriend!" The words tumbled out. "You can be my secondary mate, Violet. It's just a small favor. Surely, if you truly loved me, you wouldn't hesitate to help?" Camilo's words ripped my heart out, breaking up with me and replacing me with Hallie for the marking ceremony we had both anticipated with such joy. From that moment forward, I became a shadow. The pack whispered words of how I was deflowered before my true mate could claim me. My family now regarded me with disappointment. My father's anger was a physical force, driving me to my knees beneath the icy waterfall. Then, the following day, a figure emerged from the mist. Alex Skye, the Alpha's son, pulled me from the water. He leaned close, his sky-blue eyes holding mine, and whispered the words that offered home: "I'm your true mate, Violet. Break up with that vile, idiotic boyfriend of yours. I believe you will be the perfect future Luna."

Caspian. Seeing the state of his wife. He grabbed her in his arms, pulled her to him, and hugged her tightly. He kissed her on the forehead and said, looking into her eyes. —Sara, believe me, when I tell you that you are enough for me. with you I can be myself, I have nothing to hide. It's true that I didn't tell you about my tastes. Besides, I was only participating in this game for the morbid pleasure. It was quite satisfying, to a certain extent. I would never force you to participate in one of those games. You are too important to me, I wouldn't want you to get hurt, besides, those sexual games are too extreme. And you're not used to it. —But you like it so much that you used to do it every day, or am I wrong? —I won't deny that I used to do it very often, but after meeting you, I don't like to tease you anymore. He said that while he was biting her neck. Sara was still upset. But she could see the effort Caspian was making to please her. —No more secrets. She spoke. As she pulled away from the man and looked him in the eyes. She added. —If you want, me to forgive you, you are going to tell me everything about you, Including your past relationships. I will also tell you everything about me. Caspian, without thinking, replied.

“S..top! I don’t want anything to do with you.” She stuttered out in a fluster once he backed her into the wall. “Oh! Is that so, little Nymph!” The nickname sent shivers down her spine as it brought back emotions she so desperately wanted to forget. She bit her lips to regain her clarity and then sent a kick towards his crotch. He had expected it though so he caught her leg with a smirk and then his hand began to climb up her thighs. She gasped clearly not expecting that. “ You might not want anything to do with me but your body does. And it is so truthful in showing it.” He sniffed at the air “ I can smell how wet you are for me.” Almyra found herself married to Xavier after a one night stand gone wrong. She decided to give her all into the marriage as she grew to love him but it clearly wasn’t enough as he was never present physically nor emotionally. She finally got fed up so she gave him what she thought he wanted. Divorce papers. So, can someone explain to her why her supposed to be emotionally detached husband is suddenly clinging onto her and not letting go. He is suddenly a romantic and a tease that makes her heart beat erratically. Mr Farrell, please stop! We are divorced.

An ordinary girl who can be defined by one word; adventurous...and well, maybe a little bit of rebellious. It's one thing that can set her soul free from everything. A boy who is known for three words; the sheriff's son. In other words—well-behaved. What happens when these two people collide? Have you ever painted a graffiti on a wall? Ever destroyed a Lamborghini? Or even try to outrun drug dealers? Well, he's about to experience that with her as The Three A.M Getaway begins.

"I'm married" Ivy thought her words would dissuade her boss from throwing blatant lustful glances at her, but she was wrong. Liam Roy smiled at the words of the little lady in his arms, "I know, but it doesn't matter. I'll fuck you so hard, you will forget about that husband of yours." On the night of her third-year wedding anniversary, Ivy decides to be reckless and choose a man to spend the night with and lose her virginity. Who would have thought that the man she had a one-night stand with would eventually be her boss?

"I must say, you are such a beautiful woman and the first kind one in my life" he said to her sincerely. Those were the words that led Kayla, who was rejected by her mate, into the Lycan's king bed. He had said the words she so desperately wanted to hear, and she soon found herself with a baby bump and her world took a turn. From a servant to carrying the king's child. How does she cope in a world she is not familiar with? Well, pretending could go a long way, but what happens after that?

When Claudia’s mother marries into the powerful family, she gains two affectionate stepbrothers—and one who refuses to even look at her. Damien Mancini is cold, distant, and unreadable, a storm wrapped in silence. No one knows why he seems to despise her on sight… and Claudia is too stubborn, too warm-hearted, to let it go. Raised to love loudly and tease playfully, Claudia makes it her mission to break through Damien’s walls, no matter how often he retreats behind them. What begins as curiosity becomes a challenge. A challenge becomes an obsession. And every time Damien slips—every accidental softness, every moment he protects her before he can think—Claudia feels herself pulling him in closer. Damien tells himself it’s just acceptance, the slow forming of sibling-like affection. But the truth hits harder. It’s not acceptance. It’s craving. The more he fights it, the more he needs her—her voice, her laughter, her attention that burns like sunlight through every crack in his armor. And when he can’t stop himself from treating her differently—too gently, too specially—Claudia realizes the tension between them isn’t fading. It’s spiraling into something neither of them are supposed to feel. In a home built on forced closeness and growing secrets, one thing becomes clear: The line between hate and desire isn’t just thin—it's already been crossed.