Throat Tightness

Trigger Warnings: This is dark, not soft romance. Expect BDSM, breeding kink, power play, rough sex, omega submission, orgasm denial, impact play, primal rut/heat, age-gap obsession, violence, and depraved scenes. Read at your own risk. ~~~~~ I spent two years grooming myself into the perfect omega for the man who rejected me: the deadliest SSS+ Alpha alive. Marcus Kane—my father’s best friend, old enough to be my uncle—wants no children, but only a woman dark enough to take his brutality. So I became her. If he craves a throat that swallows his cock or cum without complaint, thighs that spread for his waist to occupy, or a body begging through pain and filth… I’ll give it all. But he still fucks other omegas. Never me. Then danger stalks us when my father’s research puts a target on our backs and shadowy enemies are looming, leaving Marcus as our only shield. I had to move into his penthouse. And now, I’m done waiting. I will have him. The Alpha who swore he would never claim me is ready to burn the world before anyone takes what is his—ME!

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

"Come to me." He sneered, sniffing her throat as she flinched. "No I won't." "Why?" "Because I hate you." She spat at him and he flinched, retreating back with a curse. * * * * * "He will fall in love with her, but she will hate him. She would be the lowlest of beings but he would crave her touch. She is his antidote, his cure, that he can never have. He will be a blasphemy to his generation, she would be the one to redeem him. He is the cursed one." * * * * * Adolph Caeser is the largest wolf of his kind. A born werewolf, and Alpha of his pack. To the outside world, he is a billionaire, a playboy and a womanizer. To those who know him, he is the Alpha and leader of the Keanu Clan. For years, he has been searching for his mate. Moon have risen and risen, years and days have gone, but he has not met the one. On an icy trip to Alaska he meets a battered lady, he takes her in without knowing she is a witch. She and she alone has the answer to the pain he has held in his heart. She alone holds the key to his curse. She alone knows where the long awaited one is.

"Are you going to kill me too?" Olivia muttered weakly. "No little pet, I have other plans for you," the deep voice replied. Pedro's gaze was sinister as he grabbed her by the throat "You owe me now, Olivia." "W-what do you want from me?" she asked, trembling in fear, she looked up to meet the menacing figure of Pedro Ramirez. "I want your loyalty, your obedience, your body," he whispered seductively with a glint of determination in his eyes. Olivia thought she had found love and security with Luciano, but on her birthday, her world turned into a nightmare. With her family brutally taken from her and her own life hanging by a thread, she is rescued by the enigmatic Pedro Ramirez. Little does she know, she has traded one dangerous man for another. As Olivia is drawn deeper into Pedro's world of power and violence, she becomes fixated on seeking vengeance for her family's murder. But as she becomes entangled in the dark and seductive world of the mafia, Olivia realizes she may have gotten more than she bargained for, and the line between love and hate becomes dangerously blurred. Can she navigate the treacherous world of the underground and carve out her own path of retribution, or will she become another pawn in Pedro's deadly game?

The dominant, ruthless billionaire and a bold yet innocent girl, the opposite poles, are forced into a contract marriage of 1 year. There is only one mutual feeling between them i.e HATRED.What happens when these incompatible souls have to pretend to the outer world that they deeply love each other? Whether the love bloom or the hatred will take its toll? Whether they will realize that they are made for each other or just walk away after the contract ends? That's for you to find out :-) ---------Blurb--------- "If you want me to stay away from other men then you also have to stay away from other girls" the girl declares trying to set herself free from his iron grip. "Ok" she was a little taken aback by his agreement "But" the side of his lip twitched a bit "you have to fulfill all the duties of a wife" She gasps which catch his attention. The hand that was holding her throat moves up and his thumb starts stroking her lips, gently. "BE MINE" he avowed "Completely and dutifully" His words held power and firmness which tremble the girl lying under him, under his mercy. "Every night I want someone to f**k. If not other women then for the coming year, it is going to be you" there was no tint of humor in his voice "Shall we start from tonight? Wifey!" ---------------------------- (Story features Mature)

My sister ate the half plate of mango I had left on the table and broke out in hives from her allergy. My brother stormed over, pried my mouth open, and poured the mango juice straight down my throat. "You love mangoes so much, don't you? Today you'll get your fill." The juice flooded my lungs. I choked, fighting for air as my throat swelled in agony, begging him to save me. Instead, he turned and locked me in the basement. "Betty suffered because of you, so don't expect any comfort. Stay down here and reflect on what you've done. Growing up without any real guidance. No wonder you're so vicious." Two days later, my mom remembered me. "Ralph, that's enough. Let Catherine out. If she stays there much longer, she might start resenting Betty." My dad chimed in casually, "What's the big deal? Just buy her something nice to make up for it." My spirit clung to his back, floating along with them toward the basement. I'd like to see how they were going to compensate a dead girl.

“Klein you…” My voice catches in my throat as I attempt to speak again. I shut my eyes close, let out a heavy exhale before prying my eyes open again to continue. “Are you having an affair?” I ask, my voice raspy and watch his eyebrows nearly fly off his face from sheer shock and mortification. His countenance morphs into a bewildered expression and I once more, regret ever opening my mouth. “What if I am? Are you going to ask for a divorce?” I stare at him, silent and unmoving, with my heart threatening to hop out of my chest. When he realizes that I have no response to his question, he gives me a reproachful head shake, while sighing like I absolutely exasperate him and says: “I didn’t think so. You can think whatever you want about what’s going on between Jasmine and I. I don’t care.” ... Our marriage was a business alliance. The perfect marriage in the eyes of the public, but a complete sham in reality. He said affection is the one thing I will never get from him and I learned not to crave it. I was the perfect trophy wife... until the kiss. It changed everything.

"It's wrong," Evans said boldly. "What?" Adrian asked, his face filled with a still coldness. Evans wondered if he was making the mistake of his life, but he continued. "The numbers. It's wrong." "Explain," Adrian spoke. Evans cleared his throat, straightened up and walked to the large screen. Then began highlighting everything. When he was done. he expected an applause for saving them from a $300 million debt but instead they gave him the stone glaze. And the one word he never thought he would hear in his life. "Mr. Carter. You're fired." Evan blinked. This was his first day in the job and he was already losing it. Refusing to go down easily, he spoke his mind. his boss, hovering tall against him. Shaking, he held his stand. But there was one thing Evans wasn't prepared for. The crazy ordeal that would change his "Fired" to "You're coming with me." And worse, he had to witness his correction ruin the engagement ceremony of his boss and fiancée. If that wasn't enough, Evans found himself falling for his boss. But, Adrian was as straight as an arrow — right? Or So he thought. How will their explosive chemistry click? Read on to find out!

‘I, Aurora, take you..um…um..What's.. your name, please?” Aurora asked with a trembling voice. Her words struck in her throat as she forgot her soon-to-be Husband's name. She met Rylan's cold, calculated gaze.  Aurora knew she had to think fast and escape this nightmare in disguise of a marriage.   “He is Rylan Blackwood, your husband.” His assistant whispers to her while Rylan keeps silent, without taking his eyes off her.  ……………….. “Witness to a Murder and turned out to be the Bride of the Killer. Aurora is the adopted daughter of the Grey family who knows nothing about her past or even present. Her forced marriage turns deadly as she recalls the face of the murderer, who turned out to be her supposed Husband. Aurora concocts a desperate plan, to escape the marriage not knowing she was betrothed to him at birth. She falls into a deceitful marriage filled with calculations and lies. Rylan Blackwood- her now husband,  the mute grandson and heir to the Blackwood family.  He is known to be weak and a deaf and dumb. A man who can't win his mother and is controlled by her fingertips. Can Aurora find her past self? What if this Marriage of Deceit holds the real key to unlock her forgotten past?

After my rebirth, I avoided my family and my boyfriend like the plague. When they tried to throw me a birthday party, I faked an urgent business trip to dodge it. When my parents pleaded with me to move back, I secretly bought my own house that very night. When my boyfriend popped the question, I spun on my heel and married someone else. In my previous life, my sister and I were swept away in a raging flood. By sheer luck, a jagged tree branch snagged my clothes, saving me from the depths, but my sister drowned in the merciless current. My parents, consumed by grief and rage, gripped my throat and screamed, "If it weren't for you, Andrea would still be alive!" My boyfriend acted like it was no big deal, offering half-hearted comfort before we tied the knot. But on our wedding anniversary, during a family cruise, they cornered me on the deck and shoved me overboard. "Time to taste drowning yourself!" they hissed. It turned out they had never gotten over Andrea's death. My boyfriend had never forgotten about her. When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself back on that fateful day. This time, I vowed to live for myself, reclaiming the joy they'd stolen from me.