Walk Talk

"I want you to talk to me, who was that guy you were dancing with?" "I didn't do anything with him, we didn't even touch we just danced. Also, you are in no place to ask me that, you have no right to ask me that Dylan." He scoffed. "I'm your husband, I have every right to ask you that. How dare you dance with another man, have you got no shame?" Dylan was furious and Blair's tone only seemed to infuriate him even more. “And need I remind you everything is just a fake.” Blair was already too angry now. Dylan paused his teeth. “You are my wife, fake or not. You belong to me. Your body, mind and soul, everything belongs to me. Only I, am allowed to be consumed by it.” His voice was dangerously low now. Blair swallowed. She was fire, and he was ready to be consumed by her.

WARNING: For Mature Readers Only Unapologetic, explicit erotica. No cuts, no mercy. Graphic language, raw desire, dominant/submissive dynamics, intoxicating risk, forbidden lines crossed, age-gap heat, infidelity thrills, group indulgence, public edge, outdoor surrender, intense power play, and relentless, dripping pleasure. These stories exist to set you on fire and keep you burning. If that’s not what you came for, walk away now. Once you start, there’s only one way out, you being completely consumed. Open, read and burn with desire. 18+ only.

"Please Evelyn, we can make this work" "Pierre please, it's not working out, I can't continue, goodbye my love" she began to walk away from him. "I own you Evelyn Spells, I'll come back for you....even if I have to tear down mountains to get you" Three years later, He's the chairman for the board of CEO's for the Anon project. Now she has to face her obsessive ex lover and her boss who she thinks might be falling in love with her.

After my ex-husband, Lucaro Ricci, has died, he turns into a ghost. Since then, he has stayed by my side as a shadow. Three years later, I walk into the church, hand-in-hand with Carlo Altieri, the oldest son of Lucaro's arch-nemesis. Everyone in the city chews me out for betraying Lucaro. Even Lucaro curses me out for being a scumbag. But I'm the only one who knows the actual reason. I've already made a wish to God in the church that I'll sacrifice my life in exchange for Lucaro's second chance in life.

“Its over between us Serah. I have found a better woman than you. You are dead to me. Just get out of my house. I never want to see you again.” Brian, the man whom I love the most in this world says to me. I leave his house in a freezing cold weather. I walk on the cold streets until my body could not take it anymore. The next time I open my eyes I find myself in the hospital and the doctors reveal to me the most shocking news.

“You might have won the battle, but I’m winning the war,” I stated. “Let’s see how you pull that off,” Damon smirked. Aria Smith, after waking up from a coma, finds herself in a contract relationship with Damon Wesley, a powerful business tycoon. When Damon becomes engaged to his business partner’s daughter, Aria decides it’s time to walk away. But Damon isn’t willing to let her go so easily. What happens when a toy demands to be more than just a plaything?

After being betrayed by the man she loved, Emily makes a desperate decision—she agrees to a contract marriage with the cold and arrogant CEO, Alexander Knight. To the world, their marriage is only a business deal. But behind closed doors, emotions begin to change. The arrogant CEO who once treated her like a stranger slowly becomes protective and possessive. However, secrets from the past and hidden identities threaten to destroy their fragile relationship. When betrayal and misunderstandings tear them apart, Emily must decide whether to walk away forever… or fight for the love she never expected.

Aria: I watched the live video of my husband having sex with his secretary, that was when I finally decided to walk out of that marriage. He thought I'd come back, that it was just a phase, that I can’t live without him. But the moment he saw me with someone else, regret consumes him and now he wants me back, he's chasing and saying what I once wanted to hear. Well, a cheater will always be a cheater to me. And I'm the one who left, and will never look back.

I gave up on my inheritance right during the time my love for Matteo Rossini ran the deepest. When I was about to leave, Papa looked at me before saying lightly, "I bet that you'll come home in three years." Back then, I didn't take his words to heart. After spending three years overcoming life's hurdles with Matteo, he finally becomes the Don of his family. On the day the inheritance party is to be held, I decide to wear a dress that I've treasured for a very long time but never had the heart to wear. But the moment I walk into the banquet hall, I see Matteo holding hands with a radiant young woman. She's Isabella Ginevra, a popular socialite in the elite society. Isabella flits among the guests charismatically, as though she were the lady of the house. She's capable of engaging in any conversational topic, be it finance strategies or channels to obtain firearms. I try to participate in a conversation, only for Isabella to cut me off with a titter. "I thought you've been spending the past few years being cooped up indoors. It turns out that you know a thing or two about these topics, huh?" Everyone around us falls silent for a brief moment. My expression freezes on my face. Then, I turn to look at Matteo subconsciously. But he doesn't even bother looking my way. Instead, he merely says softly, "We're talking business here, Bianca. You should sit with the other ladies." I clench my fists instantly. But in the end, I opt to not say anything and just walk away. Through the throngs of the guests, I can see Matteo and Isabella chatting animatedly with each other in low tones. For once, Matteo looks relaxed and at ease—an expression that I haven't seen for a long time. Suddenly, I hear a guest remarking, "If someone like Ms. Ginevra were to become the Donna, she'd be of great help to the Don." A chorus of agreements ring out around him. Matteo just smiles in return, though he doesn't deny that remark. In fact, he even toasts to Isabella and drinks to her in front of everyone. That's when I draw to my feet and walk over to snatch the glass out of his hand. "I think so too. In that case, she can have the position as the Donna, then."

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"