Touched Out

Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it became an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. **** Her husband was a monster, but he'd saved her from her past and a life of torture. She loved him like every captive grew to love their captor. Everything went to hell, however, when she fought back and ran from home, stumbling into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now hellbent on killing her. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She really should have remembered that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her all the way to Italy. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

One night. No names. Just heat and hunger. Elara never thought that a wild night with a rich, sexy stranger would leave her with a baby… and a broken heart. She ran. Hide her child. Hiding her secret. Years later, she’s forced back into the world she escaped only to meet a new Alpha. He’s dangerous, charming, and nothing like the man from her past. “I don’t care who touched you first. I’ll be the last.” Now, the father of her child wants her back. But her heart is falling for someone else. Will she choose the man who gave her a child… or who gave her everything?

Eric couldn't resist reaching out to touch Katrina's face. Her skin was warm and soft. She smelled like lilac soap and cinnamon, a delightful combination he had only encountered in her. He slid his thumbs slowly across her lips. They opened with a tiny gasp that made them all more tempting. "Kat... " He looked into her eyes and forgot what he had intended to say. God! She was too beautiful. Her eyes were filled with care, love and longing. Longing that sure matched his own. Very slowly, wanting to draw out every moment, Eric brought his lips to hers. He watched her eyes glaze, and heard her ragged moans when his mouth touched hers, then he kissed her passionately. He ran his lips down over the line of her throat. Heavenly warm skin met his lips. Eric inhaled the downy softness, bringing his hands up along her hips, at her waist and upward along her ribs to the front of her blouse, over her breasts. Katrina moaned softly in approval, cupping her hands in his as he undid the buttons on her blouse. Her breasts came spilling into his hands after he unhooked her bra. He filled his palm with her breasts. "God! I want you Kat" he said with a voice laced with deep passion. Katrina Argos aged twenty,set out to take her revenge on Eric Salmadiego, the guy who almost ruined her sister's life. Eric Salmadiego aged twenty four was a well known arrogant and popular billionaire. Not only was he arrogant, he was a full time playboy. To achieve her mission, Katrina moved into Eric's house as a live in maid. The both of them started on a rough note, but as time went by they fell in love with each other.

WARNING⚠️: CONTAINS MATURED & EXPLICIT CONTENTS. "I didn’t sign up to be just a nanny to your kids and a sex toy to you!” I screamed. “You have no choice, woman!” Sebastian retorted, “I got married to you for these reasons, and you have to fulfill your responsibilities.” “I should be fulfilling my responsibilities as your wife, not a nanny or a sex toy!” I whimpered. He grabbed my hand, his arm wrapping around my waist. “I don’t care what you have to say, but do not miss the next even day, be at my bed!” I felt his hot breath on my face, my legs shook, like they always have under his touch. “What? You can’t even resist my touch, and you talk about being a sex toy?” He grabbed my cheeks and raised my head to meet his intense gaze. “Tell me you don't love being touched by me!” My whole body trembled. How could I tell him that I loved it, but I just didn’t want to be treated like a sex toy? “Speak!” He shouted, and grabbed my shirt, tearing out the buttons. “Stop me, Olivia!” I stood still, I couldn't stop him. He pulled the shirt off and dropped my skirt to the floor, leaving me only with my bra and panties on. He grabbed my waist and his other hand found it's way into my panties. “Stop me now, Olivia!” His finger slid inside of me, and I cried out, shamelessly. “I don’t want you to stop!” I screamed, grabbing his hand and pushing his fingers in and out of me. I felt embarrassed, but I just couldn’t resist his touch. That was all I was to him; a nanny to his kids, and a sex toy to him.

He pinned me against the wall. His voice, a low growl in my ear. “You’re trembling, little bird. Fear? Or something else?” His hand burns against my skin. “Your brother would kill me for this... but look me in the eye. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you weren’t wet the moment I touched you.” At twenty-one, Elara Stark thought she’d finally escaped the Vipers’ world of blood and leather. Six years later, after her father's murder and her fiancé's betrayal, she's back, only to be trapped under the watch of her brother's Enforcer, Knox. Knox has been secretly obsessed with Elara for years. The girl he once knew is gone, now stands a woman, broken and vulnerable in a way that awakens something dark and possessive in him. He is everything that goes against the moral core and peaceful life she craves, and she knows he's dangerous, but she simply can't resist the temptation. But there's a catch– a rule, no romantic relationship with a Viper or Vipers' families, failure to abide means instant death for the club member. When Elara's pain forces them into a forbidden kiss, the rule doesn't stop them. Will this crushing secret be the final thing to destroy them both? Read to find out what happens when you crave the one thing that will end you.

I was born with a strange, painful condition. Women are strongly drawn to me, yet after I got married, I became allergic to my own wife, Quinn Rowan. Every attempt at intimacy left me covered in burning red welts, struggling to breathe. More than once, I nearly went into shock. Nevertheless, my desire to have a child was overwhelming. So one night, gambling with my life, I quietly slipped into the bedroom. Strangely, nothing happened to me that night. Soon, Quinn became pregnant. I naively believed everything would finally return to normal. Then, eight months into her pregnancy, a single accidental touch sent me into another violent allergic reaction, and I was rushed to the hospital. When I finally came to, Quinn was nowhere to be found. At the end of the corridor, I heard her whispering with her girlfriends, "Look how ridiculous he looked, all swollen and gasping. Pathetic." Quinn dangled the special tonic she had always claimed was meant to help me, her voice dripping with disdain, "I engineered this formula myself. I made sure he’d break out in hives the moment he touched me. That way, he’d never come near me. "But since he was so desperate for a kid, I decided to let him raise the baby Miles and I conceived together. It’s charity, really." My blood froze. The child I longed for, the baby I treasured, was never mine.

Emmi: The princess of Solace City, has grown up knowing that the deal her parents agreed with The Wolversons before she was born means she has no escape from the life ahead. Growing up knowing she is going to be sent to The Wolversons city to marry one of the brothers, she has fought to find ways to avoid it, especially as being the princess of Solace city means no man has ever touched her, and the thought of living with these unknown men while being a virgin worries her. She has never once met any of the Wolversons brothers. But her rebelling forces her family to send her to the Wolversons sooner. As Emmi tries and figures out a way to escape this arranged marriage to pay off her parent's debt. She soon realises, that her own family has lied, and is willing to hurt her in any way possible to get to The Wolversons to win their city from me. Facing the reality that her family are trying to kill her, she agrees to side with The Wolversons to stop them even if it means losing her family forever. The biggest battle, however, is she needs to choose one of the brothers to marry, but she can't pick as she finds herself falling for them all. Is love enough though? When the brothers offer her freedom and a way to escape both families and cities, will she take the escape and leave them all behind or stay and finally make a choice of who to marry?

I fell in love with a man I should never have touched—my brother-in-law, Lucas Zahn. The first time he came to our home with my sister, Quincy, they looked like the perfect couple. He smiled at me, held out a peace talisman bracelet, and said it would keep me safe. I wore it like it was the most precious thing in the world. When the old injury in my ankle flared up, he would scoop me into his arms and rush me to the hospital without a second thought. When thugs tried to harass me, he made them scatter with a single look, then spoke to me in a voice so gentle it made my heart tremble. I told myself I understood—that everything he did was only because I was Quincy’s younger sister. Even so, I clung to those rare moments when I could be near him. Until the night Lucas was drugged by an enemy, his life teetering on the edge. If no one acted, he would die. So, I acted. On that reckless, desperate night, my sister walked in. The sight struck her like a lightning bolt, and she collapsed, her weak heart seizing on the spot. What came next was madness. In a frenzy of rage and panic, Lucas tied me to an operating table. His hands—those hands I once longed to hold—cut open my chest and tore my heart out for her. “When the avalanche hit, Quincy nearly died saving me. I swore I’d treat her well for the rest of my life. That means loving her family, too. I never thought you’d be so shameless. “This is what you owe her!” He never knew that I was the one who saved him in that avalanche. So, I died in agony, my love carved out of me—literally. When my eyes opened again, I found myself back on the night he was drunk.

[Guaranteed good R-18 content | Gore | NO RAPE] "Remove your panties and spread your legs!" Alpha Cyrus Rhaziel commanded her, while settling in the sofa opposite to the bed. His awaiting gaze was fixated over the terrified blonde girl. "Your...your highness?" Danielle, the bought sex slave, couldn't refuse her master. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she exposed her womanhood in front of him to stare. "Play with yourself!" She was stunned over the demand and shakily slipped her hand between thighs. The alpha never touched or pleased her, daily humiliation was her fate now. Her sin? Being Cyrus Rhaziel's mate. How dare a filthy brothel dancer could be the counter of his curse? -*-*-*-*-*- - Completed. - Rushed ending | Abrupt pace. - Last chapter is 70th.

It took one lie for Adelina Delgado to convince the world that she remembers nothing about him; Jonathan McCurby, the fiancé she had before she slipped into a coma that left her in a minimal state of consciousness for three years. Love turned into anger, frustration and eventually, hate. It was what she told herself to feel whenever she saw him. But, unlucky her. Her mouth could deny all it wanted, but her body would always give her away. Her resolve cracked. Heat surged through her body. The tension was immense. Her imaginations ran wild. The familiar scent left her insensible. She was slowly melting away, sandwiched between the wall and his hard frame, and he hadn’t even touched her. Yet.