True Or False Mistress

“You better be as long as the lengths you go to avoid me.” “Miss Patterson?!” he sounds flabbergasted. My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I see that he is at the far corner, sitting on one of two seats in the room. “Is that what you’ve chosen to call me? Can you moan that?” “Miss Patterson!! I am your priest! You ought not to show up like this in front of me and say vulgar things to me.” He tries and fails to sound stern. He was practically drooling. “Yet all you want to do is clasp your hand on my chest and listen to me sing praises to you.” “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” Melanie Rose Patterson wants her priest, and will stop at nothing to get into his pants. Because no matter what his mouth says, his body wants her. What Melanie wants, Melanie always gets... until now.

She wants to corrupt him, But he is already corrupted, on everything her. Regina Vega moved go a new apartment, and the cafe she frequents, she finds a gem of a barista, one that quickly becomes her fantasy. Stephen Hosea Moore, the shy kid who man's the drip coffee has dark fantasies about his next door neighbour, fantasies he would never share with anyone. After all, they live in different worlds, worlds that would never collide. Not even if he watches her every night in her room, not even if she pictures him every time she touches herself. Their worlds are farther apart, than two apartments next door.

Grote Mendoza, the Alpha of the Valkyrie pack, has an extremely strong libido. Whenever he sees my body, he can't seem to control himself at all. He's very rough with me in bed, resulting in me fainting every time we sleep with each other. "Honey, can you endure this for me one more time?" It's been seven years. This is my 99th time enduring the torturous session with Grote. Because of that, my private part suffers from severe ulceration and infection. I thought Grote loves me, but it turns out that he's just a wolf who suffers from weird fetishes. I thought he'll slowly learn how to be gentle with me for my sake. But when I watch all 99 tapes that he and his mistress, Christine Henson, have recorded of themselves going at it, I finally realize that his gentle side is never meant for me at all. Grote blames me for not being able to be with pup thanks to my private part's condition. He allows Christine to abuse and humiliate me however she wants. In fact, he even beds her before my eyes. He refuses to believe that I will ditch him. All he does is beg me relentlessly for my forgiveness and promise me that I'll be his only Luna. Apparently, having a mistress spices up his bedroom life for him. But Grote repeatedly allows Christine to humiliate me. She forces me to become her slave and keep serving her until she gives birth to her pup. I've been enduring Grote's actions for seven years. All I get is pain and abuse that keeps worsening in return. I don't want to endure the humiliation anymore, even if it means dying right here, right now. I jump into the sea without hesitation, allowing the ice-cold water to swallow me whole. I'm willing to do anything just to escape from Grote's suffocating love that's packaged as abuse… After I die in the sea, Grote completely loses control of himself and keeps looking for me everywhere he goes.

During the holiday, a hashtag related to honeymoon trips goes viral on social media. The topic is, "How are you planning to spend your honeymoon?" One of the threads that has the most replies reads, "I have to bring my mistress along, of course." "Wow! That's crazy. Can you teach us how to pull that off?" I frown as I scroll down the thread and find the reply. "There are a lot of poor, female backpackers these days. As long as the mistress acts pitiful enough, you can pull the wool over your wife's eyes. And just like that, a couple's haven will become a world of three. "My wife and I will be going on our honeymoon trip tomorrow. I'll give everyone live updates in this thread." Feeling disgusted, I close the thread. … The next day, my husband, Sean Clifford, and I meet a poor, female backpacker on the road. She has no car, money, or any suitcases with her. Sprawling herself across the windshield, she begs, "Can you give me a ride, sir? I have blisters all over my feet. I can't walk anymore."

"Imagine how much nicer it would be if you were in these handcuffs, squirming, pleading, yet needing, beneath me." His words caused a stir in my pants and a whirlwind in my life. They provoked images in my mind I never would have thought of on my own. Neither would have imagined that I would touch myself to his words. The reasons are simple, One, he is in cuffs because I am a detective and he is a criminal. Two, I have a girlfriend, I am straight. Nothing can ever happen between us. Elijah Stone is a star detective, model in all his ways, and a model girlfriend that he isn't sexually attracted to. Until criminal Jesse Harding walks into his life, ruining everything and needing Elijah's protection. Now Elijah has to fight bad guys, and his traitorous body that only wants to drown in Jesse's chaos.

I had been married to Rick Clinton for five years, and we had tried every possible way to have a child, but nothing worked. Later, Rick’s mistress, his secretary, became pregnant. Rick proposed a divorce, but we couldn’t agree on the division of assets. The next day, I was murdered by my husband and his mistress. Reborn a week before my death, I looked at the test results in my hand that confirmed Rick’s Azoospermia and smiled.

Warning. This book will contain scenes of Violence , Betrayal, and intimate scenes between a woman with more than one male at a time. With that said, Welcome to the Black Alder Series. This book will be written in three parts surrounding the lives of Elena, Kayla, and Arabella. Three women victims by their circumstances. Each of them has a destiny to face and they are all entwined with eachother in one way or another. Each possess a special ability. With that ability, they will seek to change their fates and become strong leaders for their families. Enemies lurk around every corner, wanting to claim the women for their very own, but these women are not going down without a fight. Read on to see how this all unfolds. Be prepared, it's a tunnel of emotions your about to go through. See you on the other side. Part one, Luna Rising, will center around Elena. Part two, Broken Chains, will center around Kayla. Part three, Midnight Sky, will center around Arabella.

You’re not supposed to want straight men. Carson Bitters wants nothing more than to feel his secretary inside him. He dreams of it every day. You’re not supposed to fall in love with them. They won’t love you back. But Carson can’t stop longing for Asher Hall; the man his homophobic father handpicked for him. A living, breathing, giant NO. And yet, every time Asher speaks, every glance, every careless brush of his hand, Carson finds himself wanting more. Needing more. And what starts as longing could destroy everything, or make it unforgettable.

When Alpha heir, Eddie Beaumont finally feels the pull of the one fated to love him forever, he expects a woman. A luna to stand beside him, strengthen the pack,, like his mother did for his father. But fate laughs. The moon goddess makes her first mistake. Because the scent that calls to him, the person that makes his soul sing, is a man. Noah Harrow. A brooding man who hates the world and seems to hate Eddie even more. Noah wants nothing to do with Eddie, and this should make him happy, after all, there has never been a man with another man for a mate. But Noah is all he can think about, his mind is consumed with the one man who wants nothing to do with him. With every rejection Noah sends his way, Eddie wants to own him even more. But somethings are better off leaving them alone, which Eddie will soon enough, find out.

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.