Yuji Eating Finger

To the world, I was Mrs. Ward—the untouchable queen beside the mafia king of New York, Elias Ward. But I knew my husband never loved me. His heart had always belonged to Harper Dinah. His nephew’s wife. And after that nephew conveniently died, Elias brought her into our mansion, “I just want to take better care of her,” he’d said. And his version of “care” was where he’d throw a man out of a party for daring to flirt with Harper and got her pregnant. Elias likes to praise me in public like I was the perfect wife to him. And I was. I helped build his empire. I was the one who smiled and played nice. I made his casino shine while he hid Harper away like she was something sacred. Because of all that praising, one of his enemies set his sights on me. They took me. Sent Elias a message soaked in blood and threats: Back off. Leave New York. Or your pretty wife dies. Of course, Elias didn’t choose to back off.. “Just wait,” he said over the phone, “They won’t hurt you, Noa. You’re leverage. Just hold on until Harper gives birth. Then I’ll come for you.” Eight months of being held in a filthy hole, starved, beaten, degraded. The gang leader raped me over and over again. And still, Elias never came. Finally, I escaped when they were all drunk. Went home, only find my twins sleeping in the maid’s room, eating scraps while Elias was too busy hosting a party for his newborn. I didn’t confront him, just packed my babies and disappear.

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight n*pples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my cl*t and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and f*cked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his d*ck felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my n*pple and twisted it, making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

He was known to be a ruthless, monstrous, barbaric and cruel Alpha who willingly slaughtered his own parents as soon as he claimed his title. I wasn’t weak, I know. I wasn’t innocent, I know. I wasn’t fragile, I know I wasn’t excited, I know. Those were the four-lettered words I was currently battling with, as he pulled me possessively to his chest as he announced to everyone holding me to his well-built, hard chest. "Just so you all know, she is mine! And you know better than to dare lay a finger on her! I, Alpha Zale Van Dizetro, hereby claim her as my mate.” he warned, roaring out loud to everyone. *** Amelia Adams unknowingly enters a mating ball, where she bumps into ruthless and stone cold Alpha Zale Van Dizetro who’s known as a cruel and ferocious Alpha. He claims her as his mate immediately. However, she's forced to play the most dangerous role as the Luna of his pack. His pack detests her instantly thinking she's a weak wolf. How about when jealous exes come into the picture? Or when she starts to discover who she truly is? Would her distinct abilities be a detriment? Or the best thing that have ever happened to the pack?

“I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but I am married—" "To an asshole," Thomas interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. My eyes flashed with anger. "To my husband," I corrected. Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Your husband doesn't know or care that you're crying because he's in there flirting with another woman." My face burned with shame. "He's just socializing," I defended, frustration betraying my words Thomas snorted. "By trying to get into her pants." He smirked, moving closer while I retreated, the space between us shrinking with every step. "I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but my marital life is none of your business." "Only I can decide that." He said, his smirk twisting into a snarl I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “Say one more word and I'll have you right here and now" he said, his voice a low, husky growl. His finger traced the curve of my face, my heart racing and I felt my defenses crumbling. In a lightning-fast move, his lips slammed into mine, crushing me with a kiss that was both savage and intoxicating. ****** Two people, different worlds, with just one thing in common - Secrets. What happens when formidable sparks begin to brew and secrets threatens to unravel?

Familiá Altamirano Series #1 Kelsea Maurice Altamirano, the firstborn of the prominent and wealthy Altamirano family, is the epitome of kindness, elegance, well-mannered, empathy, and grace. Her dream is to study at Johns Hopkins medical school in Maryland and be a renowned Pediatric surgeon. Before entering med school, She wanted to experience a blasting night out, just like what people her age do. So, she found herself in a club, drowning herself with alcohol with her best friend. It's only supposed to be a night full of fun, enjoying her last day in the country, yet it seems like a storm has fallen into her life when she finds herself lying beside a stranger the next morning she wakes up. Wearing nothing underneath the sheets, Kelsea was horrified by the thought that she just gave her virginity to a complete stranger. What even shocked her the most was when she found a diamond ring on her finger and marriage documents on the table. So, what she did was run away. However, fate gave her the greatest misery when she saw him again after eleven years, knocking on her door, asking her to accept him as her husband and to work out their marriage. ╰┈➤ WARNING: R16. This story contains strong words like curses, prejudice, explicit sex scenes, and other disturbing concepts. In short, mature content that is not suitable for younger readers. Read at your own risk. Written by: Fushiaxpink_ © All right reserved

Sophia Martinez thought her graduation trip would end with a ring on her finger, but instead, it ended with betrayal. When she caught her boyfriend tangled in bed with her roommate, she did what any heartbroken girl with non-refundable vacation tickets would do. She went to Santorini alone. But what was supposed to be a solo getaway turned scandalous when a smoking-hot stranger walked in on her… in a very compromising position. Angry, humiliated, and ready to raise hell, Sophia reported him to the hotel only to find out the room actually belonged to him. One night. One room. One wildly heated poker game that ended with a one-night stand. Months later, Sophia lands her dream job… only to walk into the boardroom and come face to face with the man from Santorini. Julian Wilde. The cold, commanding billionaire CEO who now holds her career—and her heart—in his hands. He pretends not to know her. She pretends not to care. But their chemistry refuses to stay buried. What begins as a forbidden office romance soon spirals into something deeper—darker—especially when Sophia learns the shocking truth: Julian’s powerful family might be the reason her father lost everything. Now, torn between revenge and love, Sophia must decide. Will she destroy the man she loves to avenge her family? Or protect him and lose herself in the process?

For twelve years, Sophia Banner has worked tirelessly to keep her family's farm from foreclosure. Every payment is a small victory, until her sister, Daphne drains the money for a modeling opportunity that turns out to be a scam. Daphne isn't sorry. The bank doesn't care. And Sophia is out of time. Her solution arrives in tailored suits and effortless charm. Andrew Ashford—her witty, rich-as-hell employer, the man she delivers groceries to weekly. And… the man her sister, Daphne has been infatuated with for years. He's also the man whose eight-year-old nephew she tutors. When a medical diagnosis rattles Andrew's carefully managed life and sets his volatile family on edge, he decides appearances need fixing. What he needs is a fiancée. What he offers is one million dollars for one year. The money would save Sophia's farm outright. And the image of a diamond on her finger, of Daphne forced to watch—sharpens the temptation to a dangerous edge. Sophia agrees. She steps into Andrew's world of obscene wealth, jealous socialites, and an overbearing chaotic family that treats appearances like currency. Fake kisses are expected. Convincing smiles are mandatory. The problem is, Andrew plays his role too well—and the reasons behind this engagement begin to feel far from innocent. Because Andrew Ashford didn't choose Sophia at random. One year. One million dollars. And a lie that's starting to feel dangerously real.

It was almost New Year. I had just withdrawn money from the bank when I noticed that the amount on my passbook didn't match the cash in my hand. I counted carefully—my passbook showed a different figure than the five thousand dollars I was holding. Frustrated, I turned and went back to the counter to find the teller who had handled my transaction. Clutching the receipt, I tried to be polite. "Excuse me, I think there might be a mistake with this transaction." Instantly, she snapped, pointing her finger at my nose. "Don't you know that once you leave the counter, we are not responsible for any discrepancies?" I waved my hands, trying to explain. "No, wait, look again. I clearly withdrew five thousand dollars, but on my passbook, it shows…" She cut me off impatiently. "When you filled out the form, it was all right there. Once you leave the counter, it's not our problem. You signed the form yourself, confirming everything. Are we supposed to correct it every time someone claims a mistake after leaving the bank?" I froze. No wonder she kept repeating that the bank isn't responsible after leaving the counter. She thought I had come back to ask for more money. What I was really trying to explain was simple: I withdrew five thousand, yet my passbook showed that I deposited five thousand.