Vise Grip Drawing

“Don't come closer. There is no way I will let you have me again” he pulls him even closer, ignoring every word Reece just spilled. As always his signature grin on his face. He was so close in a way Reece could feel his warm breath and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His grip tightened around his ass giving it a little squeeze. “Hmm,” a little moan escapes Reece’s throat. He quickly held his hands over his mouth preventing further provocation. He was hard again, the man before him realized a trump smile. Reece may fight and talk trash, but for some reason, he obeys the man's every touch and provocation. He was like a lap rat in the hands of his abuser. The hands around his waist gently loosened up, letting him free, but before he could register what was happening, his hands slid down into his jeans ``no.. not again!!!

Look at me, Rory. You are mine." Dominique Blackwood’s voice was a deadly whisper, his grip like iron as he pulled her close. His words cut deep, but the fire between them was undeniable. Aurora "Rory" Thompson never imagined her quiet, artistic life would end in chains. But when her father sells her to the ruthless mafia kingpin Dominique “The Devil” Blackwood to settle a debt, she is thrown into a world where love is a weakness, and power is the only currency. Feared by his enemies and worshipped by his allies, Dominique is a man who controls everything, except her. Rory defies him, challenging his authority and refusing to break under his rule. But the more she resists, the more their dangerous attraction grows. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Rory must choose: run from the Devil, or risk everything to stand beside him. In San Andreas, where love and power collide, survival comes at a cost, and sometimes, the heart is the most dangerous weapon of all.

"Nyla, stop being dramatic. Raise Jordyn's baby, and I'll come home for dinner once a month." Those were the terms Clark Summer offered his wife after she discovered his affair. When Nyla demanded a divorce, Clark laughed in her face, treating her pain like a childish tantrum. "You love me too much to leave," he scoffed, convinced she was nothing without him. He was wrong. Nyla didn’t just leave; she leveled up. She walked into a bar and set her sights on Damon Summer—Clark’s estranged, ruthless, and terrifyingly handsome uncle. Clark is losing his grip on the company and his sanity, consumed by jealousy as he watches his "boring" wife shine beside his powerful uncle. He stands in the rain, begging for a second chance, but Nyla only has one question left for him: "You chose the mistress. Why are you crying now that I’ve chosen someone else?"

I asked for a son, and you gave me a girl?!" his voice began to rise. Myra shuddered, tears soaking her face. She clenched her baby tight like her life depended on it, fighting the will to succumb to the intense pains she was feeling. "What exactly is your usefulness?" He roared, and his grip on the bed stand shattered the frame, causing Myra to drop harshly into the jagged floor, her baby weeping even louder. "You are here for only one thing. One thing! Bear me a son!" he strikes the stone wall, and it shatters like glass, the impact reverberating. "After that one night, I never touched you, did I?!" Sold to the cursed Alpha King, Myra must bear him a son in order to be free but when she doesn’t, The Alpha King decides to let his wrath fall on her but Myra escapes and runs away. In order to clear his curse, the Alpha king needs his Luna and his child but will Myra be willing to go back to him?

I should have known.” Teresa burst into laughter. “Mom, what's wrong?” Irene asked curiously. Teresa's grip on my hands was too tight. I tried to remove her hands but she pulled me back . “ Natasha Blake here is pregnant.” My eyes widened at Teresa's words. “WHAT!!” Irene growled. “Aunt…you..are.. mistaken.” I shook my head. I can't be pregnant, this is not supposed to happen to me not now!! “WHO IS THE FATHER!!” Teresa growled in annoyance. “I'm not…pregnant Aunt Teresa.” I tried to deny it. “You wench!!” Irene slapped me across the face. “I'm…saying…the truth.” I tried reasoning. “Fine.” Aunt Teresa stopped Irene from hitting me again. Natasha finds her mate on the mating ceremony day but is rejected and threatened. Fate seems to be playing tricks on her, and she gradually loses everything she has, but the moon goddess has left her a bigger surprise…….

***Explicit 18+*** "I've missed the warmth of your pussy, the feel of it. God Ginevra, you're so fucking perfect." I rasped and tightened my grip on her. I began rocking her against me ever so gently with parted lips. Her tight pussy very often gripping unto my dick, taking me hostage with each rock against me and a loud scream finally escaped from the back of my throat. *** The game of chess is one love cannot salvage. When the king and the queen come out to play, they have no other goal set before them if not going at each other's throat for the kill until a winner emerges. This is the game of the mafia, the game that'd never allow Love exist between two rivals. They want to love and care for each other but don't know how- all they've known all their lives is loyalty to their famiglia and name. What would happen when the only option becomes death?

The story revolves around a ruthless mafioso who finds a woman buried on the ground as a sacrificial bride to the woman's townfolk's cult. He finds himself drawn to her and claims her from the grave just before she died and was instead wedded to him. Althea's fate was sealed when she became the mafioso's corpse bride. She was like a lifeless flower in a sea of blood and wrath. Men have been fawning over her ever since she remembered, and it was revealed that she was an actual human cursed by her own mother after the man who impregnated her left her to rot. She was like a human succubus, drawing men to her until they became crazy enough to kill her. And every time Althea is killed, a new Althea comes to life as though, the curse goes on and on. It is revealed later on that throughout the world, there have been more than thousands of Altheas enough to dominate the world in secret. At the end of the story, the mafioso due to the curse would kill his wife, only to be killed as well by another Althea who had been watching on the sidelines all this time. She goes back to visit her mother who had been brought to the mental asylum only to laugh hysterical at the term, 'monster'.

Lost in my desires, I pulled him in, taking his lips in mine. Sucking on his lower lip, I bit him slightly as my tongue searched for his. His hands moved to my thighs as he caressed them softly. The graze of his fingers sent sparks through my body as he lifted me in his arms. Walking towards the bed, he placed me gently. Leaning in slowly, he sniffed my neck, engulfing my scent in his senses. Trailing his lips on the side of my face to my lips, he took mine viciously as I let out soft moans in between our kiss. His hands navigated my body as his fingers explored my curves wildly. Drawing away from my lips slowly, he traced my face with his lips, making his way to my ear. His voice a deep whisper, "You asked for this." ...***... After a whirlwind night of betrayal and heartbreak, Maya seeks a fresh start in California. Desperate for a job, she lands a position as a secretary for Adrian Steele—the man from that fateful night. Just as she believes her past is behind her, long-buried secrets resurface, throwing her life into chaos. Will Maya find true love, or will the turmoil of her past leave her disillusioned? Will the hidden truths be unveiled, or remain shrouded in mystery? Read to find out

"Your husband is so wild in bed!" On the eve of my childbirth, I received a provocative video from my husband's mistress, flaunting their affair.In the video, my supposedly loyal husband, Max Jennings, and his mistress were entangled in a hotel bed, exchanging dirty talk and engaging in various sexual positions.The shock of it all triggered premature labor, resulting in a stillbirth that left me utterly devastated.Max, consumed by guilt, fell to his knees before me, tears streaming down his face. Desperately, he begged for my forgiveness. Little did he know, I had already uncovered all his schemes - the secret transfer of his assets, the signing of substantial life insurance policies, and the true cause of our baby's tragic demise.I clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably, like a typical housewife shattered by her husband's betrayal.But in the depths of my heart, a grim thought emerged: "Max, since you won't agree to a divorce, it seems that becoming a widow is my only way out."During this tumultuous period in my life, I met Luke Walker.The people in our town describe Luke as an angel who has fallen to Earth—an honorable and composed beacon of light. Yet, somehow, he took an interest in me—a woman scorned and deemed hopeless after a failed second marriage.No one understands the truth. It was Luke who relentlessly pursued me, drawing me deeper into a complex relationship!

"Do you actually think you can kill me?" He asked me, tracing his hand upward my thigh. I tugged at the strings that had tied me to the bed. "I will kill you Ren." "Or you could die trying." He smirked, sending sparks through my skin as he found where I wanted him the most. "You are wet. For me." I gritted my teeth, "Get your hands off me you fucking vild bastard." "Ahhh, no longer the cute swearing girl I see." He grinned bending his head to take my lips but he swore immediately as I bit him hard drawing blood. Then he laughed. Aryn Flynn’s world crumbled when she found her boyfriend cheating—with the woman he called his cousin. But the real betrayal came when he sold her to a mafia boss to pay off his debts. What no one knows is that Aryn planned every step of this “downfall.” Her real mission? To find out what happened to her twin sister, Arya, a cop who disappeared while investigating the same mafia. But things get complicated when Aryn realizes the truth is darker than she imagined, and the mafia leader she’s supposed to destroy isn’t the monster she thought. Torn between justice for her sister and the growing feelings she can’t deny, Aryn must make a choice—love or revenge.