Yuji Eating Finger

I loved eating cakes. My dad would bring me one every day after work, and my mom bought a full set of oven and baking tools, patiently learning how to bake them for me. I once thought I was the happiest little princess in the world until the day my parents divorced. The person who came to pick up my dad turned out to be the bakery owner. My mom turned to me, growling, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't asked for cakes every day, your dad never would've cheated!" She stretched out her hands, covered in burn scars, and screamed hysterically, "I slaved away making cakes for you, and these hands have never healed since. What did you do? You both think the stuff from outside is so much better!" She grabbed a baking sheet and smacked me hard with it. I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound. That night, she brought home a little girl. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I begged for her forgiveness. "Mom, I'm sorry. Please don't throw me away. I swear I'll never eat another cake!" She slapped me across the face, but that wasn't enough to quench her anger. She tossed me into the big oven. "I'm not your mom! You love cakes so much? Stay in there and reflect on what you've done! You and your worthless dad both deserve to die!" After she slammed the door and stormed out, the little girl skipped over to the oven, grinning smugly as she hit the switch. "From now on, your mom is gonna be mine!" The oven kicked on, and the temperature began to rise. I smiled bitterly. At least this way, my mom could finally be happy.

"I'm your husband now, Janice. Give me your hand, and don't do something stupid," Connor Hughes whispered those words that sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was doomed for the rest of my life. I was supposed to get married to Carl Hughes, but his brother, the person I feared the most in life, showed up instead. Standing in front of the altar together, my heart pounded hard against my chest and the smirk that played on his lips made me regret ever playing a trick on this man. If only I could be given another chance to make things right, but it was too late. Just two weeks ago, I was happy, duping this man, thinking I was smart, little did I know that I would be tying the knot with him today as his wife. "You may exchange your rings now," My heart stopped beating as I watched him slid the diamond ring into my finger while having a deadly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The ring felt like shackles of bondage, a promise of lifetime nightmares and miseries, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to escape from. There were only two things involved. It was either I have a happy ending, or a sad one...

To Shawn, Shello is an innocent, well-mannered, kind, obedient, and wealthy spoiled heir. She can't do anything, especially because her life is always controlled by someone else. 'Ok, let's play the game!' Shawn thought. Until Shawn realizes she isn't someone to play with. To Shello, Shawn is an arrogant, rebellious, disrespectful, and rude low-life punk. He definitely will be a bad influence for Shello. 'But, I'll beat him at his own game!' Shello thought. Until Shello realizes he isn't someone to beat. They are strangers until one tragic accident brings them to find each other. And when Shello's ring meets Shawn's finger, it opens one door for them to be stuck in such a complicated bond that is filled with lie after lies. "You're a danger," Shello says one day when she realizes Shawn has been hiding something big in the game, keeping a dark secret from her this whole time. With a dark, piercing gaze, Shawn cracked a half-smile. Then, out of her mind, Shello was pushed to dive deeper into Shawn's world and drowned in it. Now the question is, if the lies come out, will the universe stay in their side and keep them together right to the end?

Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content intended for mature readers, but it does not endorse any form of rape. "I enjoy hearing you say my name. Say it again," he demanded, gripping my neck with one hand while spanking my bottom with the other. "Nik-Niklaus," I gasped as his finger penetrated my wetness, causing me to let out a breathless moan. On her twentieth birthday, Noya received a disturbing gift—a devastated Pack—and was captured by the infamous Niklaus Grey, also known as the devil. Her father had brutally killed Niklaus' mate, leading to this unfortunate turn of events. Niklaus made her his sex slave and tortured her so much that she hated him. Little did Noya know that fate had brought them together for a reason and they would discover love in each other's arms. However, this love was not easily obtained. An Alpha from an enemy Pack kidnapped Noya to hurt Niklaus. And if that wasn't enough, Noya's father, who was presumed dead, returned, threatening their happiness. Will Noya and Niklaus overcome these obstacles that put their love at risk? Or will their love crumble under the weight of these challenges? Explore the thrilling world of this werewolf romance novel, filled with trials, betrayals, suspense, and drama.

“No,” she breathed, true panic seizing her. “Mark, don’t —” “This is for the mess,” he said, his voice devoid of all mercy. The cold, rounded end of the handle nudged against her soaked flesh. It was so much broader than a finger, impossibly foreign. “And for the defiance," he completed before he pushed the handle of the knife inside her pussy. The stretch was immediate and shocking. It wasn’t pain. It was a profound, overwhelming fullness. The metal was cool against her burning, clenching heat. A broken scream tore from her throat as he worked it deeper, inch by relentless inch, filling her in a way that was utterly degrading. It was violation given shape and weight. He seated it fully, the cool silver pressing against her deepest parts. He held it there, letting her feel the full, impossible intrusion. Her body fought it, spasming around the unyielding object, which only made the sensation more brutal, more specific. She was panting, her tears soaking the linen, her entire universe reduced to the cold metal splitting her open. “Now,” Mark said, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned over her. His hand remained on the handle, not moving it yet. “You will stay just like this. And you will finish your dinner.” ..... Enter a world of passion, pleasure, and desire with “Steamy Encounters."

He said he loved me. He said I was everything. Then he stood at that altar, slid a ring onto another woman's finger, and walked out of my life like I was nothing, like our baby growing inside me was nothing. I was poor, powerless, and foolish enough to believe that love could beat a family like his. It couldn't. He let them win, and I paid for it in ways he'll never know. So I disappeared. I buried the girl who cried over Sebastian Hale and built something harder in her place. I raised my daughter, I built my life, and I told myself the only reason I'd ever say his name again was if I was making him hurt the way he made me hurt. Now I'm back, and Sebastian looks at me like he's seen a ghost, like he's been waiting, like he's “sorry”. But, sorry doesn't give me back what I lost. Sorry doesn't undo the years I spent alone, piecing myself together in the dark. He has his regrets. I have mine too. Mine just look a lot more like revenge.

He abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; one wrong move I might shapeshift in here. His masculine scent infiltrated me with so much finesse. Damn, he smells divine. "What the hell--" "Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help." His baritone tone is manly, very manly which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be? "Alright, Mister, I will give you three seconds to let me go, or else you might lose your hands." My tone is cold and dangerous. I’m hoping he heeds my warning. The tall man keeps leaning forward to me, putting our bodies in an intimate, awkward setting. "One, Two, Thre--" He steers his legs forward. My heart was beating a mile per second. I can't believe he is doing this! Feeling his warm palms cupping my face, the next thing I know, he is kissing me. His lips taste like strawberries. I got an entry pass into heaven!

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!

To transfer my sister, Suri Voss, who was 13 years younger than I was, to a new school district, I took 7 days of annual leave and went back to my hometown. I pulled strings, delivered gifts, called in favors, and finally forced a spot for her in the best middle school in the city. At last, when I could pause long enough to catch my breath, I told Mom, who was heading out to buy groceries, that I wanted grilled pork ribs for dinner. Suri walked over with a cold expression, then threw a full glass of icy water straight onto my head and pointed at my face as she exploded. "You country leech, mooching off our family for years, eating our food and living in our house whenever you feel like it. I let all that slide. Now you want to steal my mom too? Do you have any shame at all?! "Listen carefully, Mom only has one child. She will only ever love me!" I stood there, stunned. Suri had no idea I was Mom’s biological daughter, too. All this time, she had treated me as some freeloading relative. I looked toward the doorway, where Mom was changing her shoes to go out. She seemed not to have heard a single word of Suri’s disrespect. She merely said casually, "Suri doesn’t like ribs. Let’s have grilled shrimp instead." She had forgotten that I’ve been severely allergic to seafood since childhood. I lowered my head and let out a quiet, self-mocking laugh. Unbeknownst to them, if I could secure Suri a place in that school, I could just as easily make sure she lost it.

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?