Waist Pocketbook

“Daddy, I’ve made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me.” His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider. “Since you’ve saved me, it couldn’t stop twitching for you. And I don’t know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside.” He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine. “Fuck,” I growled, rolling my eyes. His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower, and my gaze landed on the prettiest, reddish, tight hole I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life. My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me. I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs. “Yes, Daddy Alpha. I want you.” He winced, his nails digging into my biceps. I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils, and I tightened my tights, feeling a hard bulge between them. “Daddy, devour me already.” His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole. ~~~~~ Behind closed doors, rules shatter and hearts unravel. SINFUL AFFAIRS invites you into a world where desire whispers in the dark and every sin feels like salvation. Here, men ache for what they shouldn’t touch. They love too hard, crave too deeply, and sin too beautifully. Every story is a confession of hunger, heartbreak, and need. And once you step inside… you’ll never want to leave. So, you’re welcome to join the kind of sin you’ll beg to repeat. Now, if you dare, enter their world and let’s see if you can handle the heat.

"Haven't I warned you not to test me princess??" He asked angrily as he brought his face closer to mine. "You can't tell me what I can and can't do. I'm not your property!!" I screamed angrily at his face as I tried to release his hold on my wrist. He gripped me harder and pushed me towards his chest as he held my waist with his free hand. I signed in ecstasy as I caught a whiff of his manly cologne. "Really??" His husky voice brought be out of my dreamland. "Let's see then!" He muttered before forcefully pressing his warm lips on mine. ************** Selina Cortez is a twenty-four year old and poor orphan who had big hopes and dreams of being a very successful fashion designer. She was nice to people who show her kindness but wouldn't let anyone harrass or bully her. She looked innocent but has the heart of a warrior. Her dreams were cut short when she crossed path with Damian Black, a very powerful mafia lord who was known for his cold and brutal nature. Not knowing who he is, she was disgusted at his behaviour but on the other hand, she amused him. After their first meeting, he couldn't get his mind off her. He wanted her all to himself even though it meant taking her against her will. What happens when a Mafia lord falls in love with an ordinary girl? A war is bound to break out because the cold mafia finally has a weakness. Join me in this amazing ride filled with love, lust, revenge and betrayal. Note: This novel contains many R rated scenes like violence and smut. If you don't like this type of stories, don't bother starting it.

"Does he know…" his voice dropped, rough and dangerous against my ear, "that you’re on your knees, about to take another man’s cock?" My lips parted, a trembling breath escaping as heat flooded through me. "Please…" I whimpered, even as my body burned with something I couldn’t control. His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer. "Please what?" he murmured, his voice deep. "Tell me what you want." I should have stopped. I should have walked away. But I didn’t, because my thighs clenched even more, my pussy dripping. "Your cock…" I moaned, shame and need colliding. "I need it…deep inside my throat." "Open up and take it all in," he growled and I leaned closer before I could stop myself. ~~~~~~~ Alma has been invisible in her marriage...ignored, dismissed, and pushed to the edge of breaking. One night, drowning in loneliness and frustration, she went out to escape herself. She drank more than she should have, letting the alcohol blur her thoughts and loosen her restraint. And then she met him...a stranger with Hazel eyes and a dangerous deep voice that instantly stirred something raw inside her. He made her tremble. Made her pussy burn and ache in ways she never thought she could, begging for every inch of his cock. It was supposed to be just a night—a fleeting mistake, a secret she could bury in the shadows. But what happens when morning brings reality… and the man who left her trembling, burning, and completely undone isn’t a stranger at all? He’s Zevyn Steel — her husband’s boss. One of Crystal City's most powerful men. A man who should have never known how she tastes.

MATURE CONTENT: This book is strictly R18+ BLURB: Excerpt: Before I could turn toward him, the ground vanished beneath my feet. Again, a startled gasp tore from my throat as he lifted me with sudden force, and in the next breath, my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands firm on my ass like I paid him to own it too. Before words could leave my mouth he kissed me deliberately. Like he needed to stir the moment. Stir something in me. My pupils flared at the shock of his movement, my heart pounding so violently it felt as though it might break free from my chest. "I wouldn't mind helping you strip if you aren't going to do it yourself?" His voice dripped demand that felt more like a command instead of a request. Too much of an aura for a one-night stand who I never knew was the husband I feared. ~~~ How will you feel when you wake up only to discover you had been set up for an arranged marriage with a man whose stories about him made ears that heard it tingle? Afraid, devastated, angry, right? Then what will be your reaction when you find out that a one-night stand whom you had paid to stir a scandal and stop the marriage turned out to be the arranged husband you're running away from? Now I believe words can't describe your feelings. However, that was my story. He wanted me, made rules for me. Made me fight to know who he was and now even my restraint can't subdue him rather he consumed every bit of me. What will become my fate when I find out what made me afraid of him, afraid of the city was actually who I was?

“Where have you been, Cosette Blanche Warren?” he whispered darkly. My throat went dry. I could feel his hands roaming down my thighs, his touch possessive. “Someone saw my wife with Franklyn Carrington today,” Yohan continued, his voice deceptively sweet. “Tell me, Mrs. Warren… is that true?” A chill ran through me. His tone wasn’t affectionate—it was laced with something far more dangerous. “Open your eyes.” I jolted at his sudden command and immediately obeyed. My body trembled under the weight of his stare. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face closer. Slowly, agonizingly, he licked the corner of my lips before whispering against them. “What did I tell you before, wife?” Tears welled up as I struggled to form words. “I-I’m not allowed to meet…other men,” I stammered. “Hmmm.” His fingers traced lazy circles on my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Then explain what happened earlier.” “Franklyn is just a friend, Yohan. I-I wasn’t doing anything wro—” “Liar!” he roared. I flinched as tears spilled down my cheeks. A scream tore from my throat when Yohan suddenly lifted me, throwing me onto the bed. My eyes widened in terror as he hovered over me, his expression twisted with something unrecognizable. “No one else can come near you, touch you, or even look at you because you belong to me alone, Cosette Blanche Warren!” His voice was a venomous snarl. “You will never escape me! You will never be happy! Because I won’t allow it!” Then, he laughed. A dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Tears streamed down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was my life now.

“She should have run away… while I let her. She should have disappeared with all of these intense feelings that she evokes in me. She should have never come this close to me. Because Now…” Luciano’s eyes darkened and something snapped in him as he saw her tear her shirt away, exposing her to his naked, hungry eyes and before Luciano could even pull himself away, his body acted on his own, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer before his mouth devoured her, “…Now, there’s no going back.” “Mine…” He growled, “You’re just mine to ruin, Noora!” “I knew I should have run away from this man whose sole purpose was to hate me, wreck me, and make me fall. But here I was standing now, for him to ruin, for him to claim his ownership. Yet, why was she feelings the things that were far away from the loathing that I have for him?” “Luciano…” Noora moaned, her fingers clutching his hair as she pulled him closer, biting her lips, “You’ll never ruin me!” ……………… Noora never asked to be caught in the ruthless games of power, deception, and vengeance, yet the moment she returned home for Lucas’s engagement, her past and fate became entangled with the one man who despised her the most—Luciano. The heir to the Richardson empire, Luciano had only ever shown her cruelty, pushing her away with his cold words and scorching glares. But beneath the hatred lay something darker, something that neither of them could deny any longer. As secrets unravel and their pasts collide, their undeniable pull toward each other threatens to destroy them both. Because in this game, love isn’t just passion—it’s possession. And neither of them is willing to lose.

[WARNING STRONG MATURED CONTENTS] Beside me, I sensed his movement as he turned towards me, his eyes searching for mine. I purposely avoided meeting his gaze, instead focusing on calming my racing breath. But try as I might, my breath still trembled, betraying my inner turmoil. Despite my rapid blinking, a single tear escaped, making its way down my cheek. I heard the covers rustle as he shifted closer to me. His finger gently brushed against my face, capturing the tear. "I'm sorry, Hailey," his voice resonated in the dimly lit room, both deep and gentle. His touch was followed by a soft stroke through my brunette hair and a tender kiss on the crook of my neck. "I know this isn't what you wanted," he murmured, regret evident in his voice. "It doesn't matter," I replied quietly, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling. His apology felt like a stab to the heart, but I couldn't hold him responsible. Our circumstances were far beyond our control.Swallowing hard, I tried to push down the ache in my chest. "It was unavoidable, it isn't your fault," I muttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I allowed my cheek to rest against his strong chest, finding some solace in his comforting presence. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat brought a sliver of comfort to my shattered emotions. "I wish I could have given you more time to get to know me before all of this," he confessed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his words. "But those old Elders insisted on sealing our union immediately."

“Give me one reason, Liv.” He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. “One good reason why I shouldn’t bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.” My breath caught. “This is wrong, Damon. So wrong.” I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. “You’re my brother-in-law…” “Not yet, love,” he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. “You’re still engaged to him, but the man you’ll be getting married to…” Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. “…is me.” I should’ve walked away. I should’ve resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his. * Olivia have the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted—sweet, charming, dependable. Safe. She thought she have it all figured out... Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon—her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago. The man she’s about to call brother-in-law. Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn’t asking this time. Damon wants her back. And he’ll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother—to make her his again. NOTE TO READERS: This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions. If you’re looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it. But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains… Welcome to Olivia and Damon’s world.

“These sharp lips," he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, "they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name...." his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder as it finds its way to my bare throbbing core. "and learn exactly who they belong to." ******* One brother owns her future. The other is addicted to her ruin. Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the golden billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything. One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her. Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, reckless and dangerous. And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother. Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go. Now every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her. Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away. Because Slade doesn't do mercy. He does destruction, he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his. *********** TRIGGER WARNING!!🔞🔞 This book contains explicit sexual scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desires, raw emotions, family dramas, dark romance themes, and psychological tension. Stay off or get burned. Just kidding! Dive dive in and enjoy the fire.😉😉

Betrayal--- I thought it was the worst pain I could feel, until I found out my husband wasn't just cheating on me with my sister... He had poisoned me to kill our unborn child so he could finally get married to my sister. 'Sign the divorce papers if you want to save your child , Rose' Wallowing in pain, I watched the man who had once sworn with his life that he loved me with everything in him. The man whom I've sacrificed everything for. My career, my dreams, my identity, and my heart. Was it in exchange for this betrayal all along? My heart twisted in my chest resentfully as tears blurred my vision. His betrayal cut deeper than a dagger, but my only thought at that moment was my unborn child. He was innocent. He didn't deserve to die. He deserved to live no matter the monster his father was. My hand trembled as I signed the divorce paper, my blood soaking every page that I turned. "I have signed the divorce papers, Mathew... Please take me to the hospital. I need to save our baby." I pleaded, my hand clutching my stomach tightly as pain shot through it. I was scared that I might lose my baby if I spent any more minute bleeding. He looked at me, without remorse, his arm wrapping around my sister's waist as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Why should I? Just pack your things and leave." And with that, he turned his back on me, walking away without sparing me another glance as if I didn't exist. As darkness came looming over, my strength slowly draining off, only one question echoed in my mind. Is this really the end?