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“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Christian said, his voice gruff. I gripped him tighter in my hands, making his eyes roll and pumped him again. “Yes, but it’s too late.” I lowered my mouth onto his hard length. ***** A mixup landed Elisa in best friend’s father’s bed. A widower and billionaire in his late thirties. They vowed to never let it happen again. Except they couldn’t stop. And it easily became a battle between mind, body and heart. After Elisa moves into his house, she realizes her illicit craving is the least of her problems.

"She will come back," she promised. "She just needs time to sort her head out." "Not her heart?" The dry distinction made Charley wince. "I'm sure she loves you," she persisted. "She's just not ready to commit to marriage." If you just give her time, then I— Black eyebrows with a fascinating silken gloss gave her a curious look. "Are you actually standing there, Miss Jones, suggesting that I should wait for Adelina to sort her head out?" Well, was she? Lifting her chin, "If you love her—yes," she insisted. "Then you are a romantic fool because it is not going to happen." He moved suddenly, straightening away from the desk. "There is a wedding arranged for next Saturday morning, and I intend to make sure that it goes ahead." Without a bride? Charley stared at him. "You mean—you're going to find her and drag her back to marry you?" A silly kind of laugh left her throat at the very image of Adelina being dragged by this man down the church aisle, kicking and screaming. ‘No.’ Reaching behind him, his long fingers picked Adelina's letter up again—this time to fold it with slow, neat precision. "I mean to replace her with someone else."I want reparation for being taken for an idiot, and if that means putting you in Adelina's wedding dress and marrying you in her place, then that is what is going to happen."

RÉSUMÉ Ronan Blackthorne prend le même café tous les matins. Noir, sans sucre. Servi par la même serveuse qui ignore tout de sa fortune colossale. Annabelle le prend pour un simple homme d'affaires, généreux en pourboires et doté d'un sourire ravageur. Elle est loin de se douter qu'il possède la moitié de Manhattan. Mais voilà, Ronan a un problème. Son père, décédé, vient de le ruiner. Il s'avère que son père avait une fille cachée, qui possède 35 % de tout ce que Ronan croyait lui appartenir. À présent, il traque cette mystérieuse jeune femme car sa mère, Victoria, une véritable hystérique, n'arrête pas de lui répéter qu'il faut la retrouver et faire disparaître ce secret. La barista dont il tombe amoureux est la femme qu'il recherche.

What would you do if you discovered your dead child was alive? And the woman who stole her was your best friend? Layla Orion built a billion-dollar empire from nothing—but no amount of success could fill the void left by her daughter’s death eight years ago. Until a mysterious letter arrives. With photographs that shatter everything she thought she knew. Her daughter didn’t die. Claudia—the woman Layla trusted most—bribed hospital staff, faked the death, and stole her baby. She used the child to trap Zeus Adin, one of the world’s richest men… and became Mrs. Adin overnight. For eight years, Claudia has been living Layla’s life. Raising Layla’s daughter. Sleeping in Layla’s bed. Now Layla is coming home. Not as the broken girl who ran away—but as a woman with the power to take everything back. She’ll seduce Zeus. She’ll expose Claudia. She’ll reclaim her daughter. And she’ll make sure the woman who stole her life pays for every lie. This isn’t just about revenge. It’s about a mother getting her child back. No matter the cost.

J'étais autrefois la Bêta la plus forte de la meute. J'ai brisé ma louve en sauvant mon compagnon, l'Alpha Damon. J'ai perdu l'ouïe. J'ai perdu notre lien mental. Mais Damon ne m'a jamais traitée comme si j'étais handicapée. Il a appris la langue des signes pour moi. Il s'est assuré que toute la meute me respecte en tant que leur Luna. Notre fille était adorable et parfaite. Elle me montrait toujours à quel point elle m'aimait. Puis un jour, c'est arrivé. J'ai retrouvé l'ouïe, le lien mental s'est rétabli. J'étais tellement excitée. Je voulais l'annoncer à Damon et Lily lors de la cérémonie de la pleine lune. Au lieu de cela, je les ai entendus. Lily, ma précieuse fille, parlait à Damon via notre lien. « Papa, l'infirme porte toujours mon frère. Quand pourrons-nous ramener maman Elara à la maison ? Je veux qu'elle soit notre vraie Luna ! » C'est là que j'ai compris : ma fille, le fils dans mon ventre, ils ne m'appartenaient jamais. Ils appartenaient à Elara. Elara était une oméga métisse. Elle ne pouvait pas porter les petits d'un Alpha. Je n'étais qu'une mère porteuse, une incubatrice vivante. Damon m'a donné du poison pour me rendre stérile. Puis il a utilisé la magie noire pour implanter l'enfant de son amante en moi. J'ai tremblé, les larmes coulaient sur mon visage. Damon m'a trahie et j'allais réduire son monde en cendres. Ensuite, je disparaîtrais à jamais de sa vie.

Le jour où j'ai décidé de donner mon corps à la science, ma famille s'est rassemblée autour de ma sœur adoptive, Chloé, pour fêter son admission dans un programme expérimental de pointe. Celle qui était censée avoir un cancer du cerveau, c'était moi. Mais Chloé avait profité de la position de mon mari, Zane, à l'hôpital pour échanger ses dossiers médicaux sains contre mon diagnostic en phase terminale. Elle m'a volé ainsi la seule chance que j'avais de survivre. Et le pire ? Tout le monde l'a applaudie. La douleur est devenue insupportable. J'ai lutté pour rester présente, jusqu'au moment où j'ai surpris les infirmières chuchotant : « Heureusement que le docteur Zane a obtenu cette place pour Chloé. Ils disaient qu'il ne lui restait que trois jours à vivre. » Alors, pendant les soixante-douze dernières heures de ma vie, j'ai tout lâché, en silence. Quand j'ai remis à Chloé les manuscrits originaux de mes romans, dans lesquels j'avais mis toute mon âme, mon père et mon frère m'ont adressé un sourire satisfait. Quand Zane a décidé d'exaucer le vœu soi-disant ultime de Chloé en l'épousant, il m'a tendu les papiers du divorce. J'ai signé sans la moindre hésitation. Il a soupiré et m'a félicitée d'être enfin raisonnable. Et quand c'est moi qui ai poussé notre fille, Olivia, à appeler Chloé « maman », Olivia s'est exclamée que sa nouvelle maman était la meilleure. « Ne t'inquiète pas, » m'a rassurée Zane. « C'est juste pour la protéger pour l'instant. Une fois qu'elle sera partie, tout reviendra vers toi. » J'ai tout donné à Chloé, exactement comme ils le voulaient. Alors pourquoi, quand ils ont découvert que tout cela n'était qu'un mensonge abject inventé par Chloé, sont-ils venus pleurer pour ça, en disant que c'est moi qu'ils avaient toujours voulu ?

I groan, leaning my body over his.”Ride me, little princess”, He commands, panting, maintaining eye contact and guiding my hips. “Put me in,please…” I plead, biting my lower lips, trying to control the sensation that's taking over my body. He’s rubbing his dick on my clits, sliding it into my wet entrance. This was bad. She wasn’t supposed to be sleeping with her best friend’s father. But here she was, with his cock deep inside her, deciding to free herself, not caring at the thought of losing her virginity, her fiancé and her best friend.

“You little whore.” He rolled his hips with vigor, every thrust a reminder of how insanely his cock had craved her since their last time together. “So wet for daddy.” Her wet pussy throbbed around him, demanding more. He pulled her close, his grip tightening around her waist to steady her in the position he was fucking her. Out of urgency, he lifted her dress up to reveal her naked rump bouncing to the rhythms of his cock. “Fuck me so hard, daddy. Please.” At her request, he pounded her, his long and hard thickness hammering sweetly into her slippery heat, breaking her body into halves, pleasure burning through him unbearably. - After a disastrous heartbreak that shatters her life, Tessa leaves the city behind to start over. Her best friend offers her a place to stay until she finds her footing again. But upon arrival at the new city, she meets him. Julian. Her best friend's father. A man almost twice her age. Untouchable. Way out of her league. One look at him awakens a dangerous hunger deep inside her. He's the kind of temptation she should never desire, but she swears to have him. - Julian has been widowed and single for years, living a quiet life and keeping his desires firmly under control until Tessa walks into his home. Young and beautiful, with an innocent face that hides a sinfully seductive aura. She's his daughter's best friend-completely off limits. The first glance he took at her should be the last. She is a tease, a menace he should stay far away from. But forbidden is sometimes too sweet to resist. And once they cross that line, they may never be able to turn back again.

I roll my eyes. "Why are you being nice to me? Did your therapist say it was good for your mental health?" *************** Jeanet and James have been together for four almost blissful years. Two years ago, James bumped into his ex-girlfriend and realized he still had feelings for her, but every time Jeanet asked him, he denied this, until one morning when he does something that makes Jeanet finally lose it. She moves out of their shared apartment, but she has nowhere to go. She can barely afford rent with her failed business, and no company wants to hire her due to her past. She ends up forced to work for Damien, the Italian hotshot who barely smiles, who is also her best friend's uncle, and who has always despised her, but she never cared, because she despised him back even more. How are they supposed to share space when they are a true definition of a cat and mouse?

"...If these feelings were not meant to be, why do they arise, especially when I'm naked? If these feelings were unnatural, why do they consume my thoughts, constantly drawing me towards him? How much longer can I keep these emotions bottled up in me? If this is truly how I feel, I must find a way to express myself when I am alone with him….” ************************************* Ava thought that the best way to help her best friend, Charlotte, after her boyfriend broke her heart publicly, was to persuade her to come along on a family vacation. However, before the vacation, Charlotte decided to go on a secret intimate blind date to help mend her broken heart. Little did she know that the person she was about to sleep with was none other than her best friend's dad. The blind date prevented the two strangers from seeing each other, and their eyes blindfolded during the process. Due to Charlotte's short encounter with an older man, she started developing love for Ava's dad. However, Charlotte came across a secret about Ava's family that Ava herself was unaware of. The secret could tire down Ava's family. Charlotte found herself torn between remaining loyal to her best friend or keeping the secret and continuing her forbidden relationship with Tyler. How would Tyler and Charlotte manage to keep their love hidden? Would Ava regret inviting Charlotte when she discovered the romance between her best friend and her own father? Would Tyler and Charlotte choose to pursue their love, even if their relationship was eventually exposed?