Vicky Stark Naked

Fabian is selective when it comes to women—he doesn’t just pick random girls from the bar. He has a long list of women who are only a call away, ready to satisfy him in bed. He wants them to be educated, intelligent, sexy, wealthy, and, of course, experienced in bed. He prefers women from the wealthiest families and insists on them being insanely beautiful. But all those high standards are about to be thrown out the window when he meets Georgina, a stripper at a club. Horrified by the intense attraction he felt when he first saw her dance, he immediately dismissed the idea of having her in his bed. Yet, night after night, images of her naked body moving seductively haunted his dreams. He saw her perky breasts bouncing as she swayed, her inviting pink slit tempting him for a taste. And every time, he would wake up drenched in sweat, his body aching with desire. Can the high and mighty Fabian Romano swallow his pride for a woman who never fails to make him hard in his dreams? Georgina is the breadwinner of her family—a stripper and an on-call escort. She’ll do anything for money, including selling her body and soul. What choice does she have? She doesn’t know any other way to make good money except by stripping and entertaining the rich patrons at the club. She openly admits she’s ambitious—she wants to catch a wealthy man who will lift her and her family out of poverty. And she doesn’t care who she has to step on to achieve that dream. She’s a bitch, a gold digger, and a homewrecker.

Opening her eyes after a slight concussion in her head, Mia realized that she was in bed with a strange man, both naked and hugging each other tightly on a messy bed that reeked of sex. While Mia was in a state of mental panic, Mia's husband Andy led a group of people to storm into the room. They accused her of adultery and deprived Mia of all her rights and assets after the divorce. Not stopping there, Andy hired a group of people to drive Mia to death to cover up his heinous crime. God has mercy on the innocent, Mia probably used up all her luck in this life to crawl out of hell. Her body was covered with terrible wounds that were bleeding drop by drop. Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of Mia. A familiar voice rang out, he said. "Do you want to take revenge on your bastard husband? I will help you."

THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN. When Shemika accidentally kills her brother‑in‑law during a four‑hour, drug‑laced BDSM session on the night of her sister’s funeral, she flees and was hit by a car. The driver turns out to be the smooth‑talking ex‑convict everybody calls Bishop, manager of the ultra‑exclusive nightclub known as Wet Nights. He carries her to the club’s secret hospital beneath the dance floor for her to recover.  To dodge arrest, Shemika begs for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signs a blood‑ink contract and becomes property of Wet Nights. She was taken to the performers’ 14‑storey dorm, known as the Crimson House where all the performers (employees) at Wet Nights stays. The house is managed by the predatory house‑manager known as Sinner—he fucks every newbie in the house as part of their onboarding session. On her first night, Shemika is bullied to parade naked through all fourteen floors, but the funny bisexual icon Jax steps in and helps her. Soon Shemika teams up with two dancers namely; Synn, the ice‑cold top performer, and Lexi, whose real purpose is finding her sister who vanished while working at the club. But some doors in Wet Nights stay locked for a reason…

“Oh!.” I cuss under my breath as I stare down at the creature I had shot with the gun, lying still in front of me. Only this time, it isn’t a deer, as I think it is. It is a living being. Not just any living being but a female, one that lies there stark naked.   *** The cold-hearted Alpha Liam meets his mate in a very strange circumstance. Aerin can’t remember anything from her past. Alpha Liam must do everything to protect her.   But does their love stand a chance when dramas starts unfolding?  

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.

“Let me go!” I exclaim, attempting to free my writs from my chains. Alpha Archer only smirked in that same dark manner, pushing himself away from the wall his muscular body leant against. "I will of course release you from your chains, but in return, you will allow me to mark you right here and right now.” He explains, his voice sending intense shivers to run down my spine. “Fuck you! How many times do I have to say, I don’t want this! I’m not just going to allow you to place your mark on me where I'll be bound to you forever!” I shouted. “I thought you were going to say that little mate, which is why I have devised a plan to get around this issue.” He smirked, licking his lips while his eyes did rounds of my body; even though I was fully clothed, I felt naked under his gaze. *** Fern believed she had felt all the pain and despair a person could feel after having lost her mother in a vicious attack when she was only little. But for Fern, this only set her on the path of being one of the most powerful and determined she-wolves out there; nothing and no one could stand in her way. Until she crossed paths with a man known as Alpha Archer, one of the most feared men in all of werewolf history. So imagine her shock when the pair soon locked eyes and realised they were mates. Fern wanted nothing to do with the Alpha, but for Archer, she was all he could think about and crave. Kidnapping Fern during one of his many gruesome battles, they return to his pack, where the Alpha was soon to learn he had anything but a submissive mate.

"Please Daddy, fuck me like your little bitch!" and that's all it takes for Desmond to slide his cock into my already wet pussy and he started to fuck me faster. I moaned softly as his cock slammed into my pussy. "Oh fuck, yes," I said as I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. "Am gonna cum Daddy," I said between shaken breaths. "Then don't let me stop you," Desmond said and with that, I exploded all over his cock but he kept thrusting and after a few thrusts, he pulled out and came all over my ass. We both collapsed on the bed breathing fast, "I need to go now Tasha, I can't keep Mary waiting," Desmond said as he stood up from the bed and began to dress. "Oh come, Desmond, it's not like she can satisfy you the way I do," I said angrily as I pulled the blanket over my naked body. "It doesn't matter, she is my wife" "And what about me?" I asked, Desmond turned and looked at me before saying. "I don't know" In the beginning, his words were like sweet poison, luring her deeper into his web of manipulation. She longed for the love she thought he could give, but instead, she found herself trapped in a toxic embrace. Tasha a beautiful young lady finds herself entangled in a forbidden affair with her sister's husband, hoping to win his love and perhaps even lead him away from her sister. However, as emotions intensify and loyalties are tested, Tasha soon realizes that her misguided intentions have set off a chain of events that will forever alter the dynamics of their family.

Alda was a beautiful, homely lady from a poor background. She had no parents, and she had to bear responsibility for herself and her two sisters. She and her sisters lived in a trailer because they could not afford a proper home for themselves. Though this was the condition Alda was born into, she did not let this define her. Alda was hardworking. She worked two jobs. But these jobs could not pay her enough to provide for herself and her siblings. And for the fact that she got fired, she decided to become a stripper because their wages were better. Micheal saw Alda at the strip club where she was dancing naked and entertaining the men and he decided to sleep with Alda. But unknown to Micheal, Alda was still a virgin. When Micheal found out, he decided to get married to Alda on a contract because his late father wanted him to become responsible by getting married to a virgin before he was able to assume the position of the C.E.O. of his company. Even though Alda agreed to the terms of the contract, and got married to Micheal, it was only the beginning of a miserable life for her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ P.S: I do not own the book cover. Credit goes to the rightful owner. DM to take it down. Social pages: Facebook: @samcrowned Instagram: @sam_crowned1

A single misstep, and the consequences were severe. I am Moxie Guerra, known to all who know me as a devil with the face of an angel. At the age of seventeen, I am a woman with high standards in every aspect of life. I insist on the best food, the most luxurious clothing, and when it comes to men, they must be extraordinarily wealthy, attractive, and well-known. Born to my father's mistress, who passed away after my birth, I am scorned by my father's second family. As the daughter of a mafia boss, I was brought up in a perilous environment. No one perceived me as patient or kind. Instead, I was feared, much like my father, which was my Achilles' heel. However, when I discovered that my father had arranged my marriage to the richest son in the country without my approval, my rebellious streak surfaced. I wasn't just the daughter of a mafia boss for appearances. I was as obstinate and egocentric as my father. I decided to flee to a place where my father would least expect me to be. I stopped at the nearest bar for some liquid courage before driving to my mother's hometown. It was a humble province, filled with trees and dirt roads, a stark contrast to my opulent lifestyle. But my survival was more crucial than my sophisticated tastes. However, my car broke down in the middle of a vast highway on the way there. Despite being inebriated, I managed to survive. A man in a black Hummer arrived and came to my aid. His smile was menacing and disconcerting.

BLURB:    Nathan's mother exclaimed, "It would be best if you left as you bring nothing but trouble. Additionally, kindly take all your belongings with you." The hostility in her eyes was evident, which was a stark contrast to the love that she previously had for me. These were the same eyes that reminded me of Nathan, my dear lover who had valiantly sacrificed himself for my safety as well as ours.   **** Anita, a Blood Fang wolf, finds herself welcomed into a new family when she is taken in by Natalie. However, tragedy strikes when Natalie's son, Nathan, passes away, leaving Anita heartbroken. In her grief, Anita is blamed by Natalie for her son's death, leaving her with nowhere to go as she is sent out of the house. The situation is emotionally charged, and the future for Anita remains uncertain.   ***    The statement “Come live at the pack house with me” was met with a cold and resistant response from the me. There was a strong sense of bitterness and hatred towards the person who made the offer, who I believed to be responsible for the death of my beloved Nathan. Although there was no other place to go, the reluctance to live in the pack house was apparent, as it was as the abode of a devil.