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"We want you to accept the mate bond," Nate whispered seductively into my ears and my nipples hardened at the arousal I smelt from all of them. "Else you won't live here in peace," added Damon as his hands cupped my breast and I moaned out his name. "See, you are attracted to all of us. So why don't you accept us fast so that this can be more enjoyable?" Tiger purred, his hands spanking my ass that my erotic mind immediately pictured him doing that with his penis. Richmond didn't need to say anything for his actions delivered more than his words could ever do. His hands went into my thighs and he rubbed his rough fingers along my clit, feeling my wetness in his hands. "Prishy baby, you belong to us all and I'm ready to share you with my brothers." It was Duke who spoke then, his voice as gentle as that of a dove. He was the one who my heart had first drawn to but at this moment, I felt like they all meant same to me. And I knew that I was doomed without them. **** This is my first book please be nice. You will find errors so be warned. If after this warning and you still go ahead to read it, do not leave any bad comment because it hurts. So many readers love it regardless of it's errors ,so if u are up for it, go ahead!

"You gonna spank me, uncle?" That was it. Surging forward I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. I could easily feel her heart beating steadily against my chest. Clearly she was taking all of this as a joke and I would need to prove to her I meant what I said. "You know," I husked leaning close to her ear. "Spanking you doesn't sound half bad." Letting an amused laugh escape me, I did just that. I smacked her amazing ass and squeezed enjoying the feel of it in my hand. Damn, she was going to make controlling myself hard. Arissa Armondi was born to be the alpha heir of her pack. However, once she discovers she doesn't have a wolf, she becomes nothing more than an omega and her life of promise comes crashing down right before her eyes. Thrown into a life of kill or be killed, she becomes nothing more than a killing machine with a strong desire for blood and a wall of steel against the outside world. Ivan Fredrickson is the war hero alpha with a strong sense of right and wrong. He lives his life by the rules and has no time for love or mates. Therefore, he decides to find an omega to help bear him an heir to one day lead his pack. This desire causes Ivan and Arissa's paths to cross and so begins their love/hate relationship. What will happen when Ivan begins to realize that he and Arissa are mates? Will they be able to move past their demons and grow closer? Read Sold To The Untouchable Alpha to find out!

"leave me" she whispered in a heavy voice. " never gattina" he spoke huskily while moving his fingers along her thigh which made her shiver. " i..i...am..m...not..y..yours" she stuttered, enjoying the havoc creating in her body by his calloused fingers. Suddenly he wrapped his sexy digits against her swan like beautiful neck and squeezed but not hard to hurt her, but enough to make her feel wet between her plumply thighs. "YOU ARE MINE, GATTINA. ONLY MINE. I WILL DESTROY WHO EVER WILL SNATCH YOU FROM ME. I WILL MAKE HIS LIFE HELL. I WILL BURN HIM ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES. " HE shouted in a dominating tone. She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure building up in her body by his dominance and let out a husky sigh. His eyes darkened in desire and" FUCK IT" HE smashed his lips against her and suck the hell out of her pink petals. H3 was sucking and biting her leeting out his frustration on her beautiful lips....

⚠️ READER WARNING This book contains extremely explicit, uncensored sexual content including graphic scenes of dominance and submission, BDSM, spanking, and raw, filthy language. It is intended for mature readers aged 18+ only. If explicit content offends you, this is not the book for you. For everyone else ,enjoy the ride. Harlow Vance has spent twenty four years feeling invisible. Her younger brother is the success story, the one her father brags about, the one who can do no wrong. Desperate to feel something, to feel wanted, she decides to lose her virginity. Not to some boy her age who will fumble and forget her by morning, but to a man. A dominant she has been chatting with online for weeks, someone who calls her a brat and makes her pulse race with every message. She agrees to meet him at Radiant, an exclusive BDSM club in Pittsburgh. She uses a fake name. She plans for one night, nothing more. But when the door opens, it is not a stranger staring down at her. It is Kael Hawthorne. Her father's best friend. Her father's business partner. The man she has been secretly aching for since she was old enough to notice the way his gaze lingered on her a moment too long. Kael should push her away. He should call Julian and tell him his daughter is in a place she does not belong. Instead, he pulls her into the room and shuts the door. But secrets have a way of slithering out. And when Julian walks into Radiant and finds his daughter on her knees for his best friend, everything Harlow has built with Kael threatens to shatter. What do you think will happen? Read to find out!

"I will help you get your revenge, Ashley, but on one condition... Let's get married," My jaw dropped when Asher looked me in the eyes and said those words to me. How could he ask me to marry him? "You are my husband's brother, Asher..." "Your soon-to-be ex husband. You two are going to get a divorce soon. He treated you like a piece of trash, and you want nothing but to get your revenge. Don't you think I'm the best tool you can use?" My heart raced as his hand crawled up my bare thigh while pinning me to the wall, his face nuzzled in my neck as he teased the nape of my neck, sending this weird feeling through my body. "I'm willing to be your tool of vengeance, Ashley," His husky voice made my heart flutter as his breath fanned my ear, biting my earlobe after. "What do you want in return?" I managed to ask him, but his reply made me freeze on the spot. "Be my sex toy, Ashley,"

“I heard it, Sloane” His hand slid to my thigh, then slowly up to my waist. My breath caught, my body reacting before my head could catch up. I flinched, a soft moan escaping the back of my throat. What did he hear? “You fucking yourself with my name rolling out of your lips” he said. My eyes widened but his hand which found my bra and spilled my boobs out of them didn't allow me to process his words. …………… Sloane never expected her life to change overnight, until her sister disappeared the day before her wedding. Forced to take her place, she was made to marry the man her body never seemed to forget. Lucien Collins. The alpha of Blackstone pack. But after the mating, she realized the contract she signed wasn't temporary as she had been told. What started as an alliance blurred into a desire more dangerous than something any of them could control. Then her sister returns. Claiming Sloane had stolen her man, and a life meant for her.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger he’d clearly been holding back for years, tongue sliding deep, slow, possessive. Large hands mapped her body like he’d memorized it from stolen glances—cupping her breasts through her thin top, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached and peaked. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he rasped against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Every time you walked through that door in those little sundresses…” He backed her against the wall, one thigh pressing firmly between hers so she could grind down on the hard ridge of him. Melanie whimpered, already soaked, hips rolling shamelessly. Marcus groaned approval, fingers slipping beneath her skirt to find her drenched panties. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, stroking her clit through the lace in slow, deliberate circles. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes—God, yes,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. ********** She knew it was wrong, craving her best friend’s father, but it was a sin she was willing to indulge in... damn the consequences, even if that includes a heartbreak.

I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves. "Don't waste my time, angel." He muttered gruffly, the depth of his well matured voice making every fibre of my being to tremble. "Bend over daddy's lap and receive your punishment, princess." "Y-yes daddy." For her he'd slaughter a nation and drag many to Hell. The Devil has had his eyes on Vanessa since he met the innocent, untainted angel. His Angel. He'd do anything to keep her, to feel her impeccable skin under his impure fingertips, to kiss and stain the luscious lips of an angel with sin and to ruin her innocence and carve his name into her soul. And she's not just about to resist him. When an innocent, naive, little angel mingles with the step-father from Hell.

His fingers ghost along her thigh, feather-light, promising ruin. 'Beg for it, principessa,' he murmurs against her ear, 'or I'll make you come until you forget your own name. Again.'" ______ In the shadowed empires of Europe, Elara Voss is the untouchable princess of the German mafia—beautiful, pure, and groomed for absolute loyalty. But beneath her poised exterior burns a secret craving for chaos. Dante Russo, the ruthless king of Rome's underworld, sees her once and obsesses. With eyes like black fire and a reputation for taking what he craves, he orchestrates her kidnapping on the eve of her arranged marriage, forcing her into vows at gunpoint. Now captive in his Rome penthouse, Elara is bound by his rules and if she breaks any, punishments are slow and sinful—teasing touches that leave her trembling, belts that burn, vibrators that torment until defiance melts into desperate whimpers and slick need. She fights back fiercely but every clash deepens the addiction. What starts as vengeance twists into craving, for both predator and prey. In a game of empires and betrayal, one question lingers—who will corrupt whom completely?

After her Vampire mate died, Marina became broken but determined to avenge the death of her lover. Memorizing the faces and scents of those young vampires who killed him, she began her quest to avenge Dante's death. Every night she took one underling's life, starting with the weakest first. Before each killing, she would question them on where she could find that underling that left his father behind that night. Some didn't answer willingly so she took great pleasure in torturing them till they gave her the clues she needed to begin her search. She made sure to kill the underlings in the same fashion as the first: by ripping out their throats and draining them of their blood. she was emotionless except for her anger and grief as she watched them die. Her only satisfaction came from seeing the fear that crossed the remaining underling's faces when they discovered their fallen brother's bodies on the steps to their lair. After many years later, will there be any hope to find love again? Join me in this epic, steamy and thigh tingling vampire erotic series/sequels and enjoy the ride.