Zipped Mouth

It's been two years since he went to study abroad. I still remember the day I first came to live in this house after my parent's death. I still remember the day she suddenly came into my room. My eyes were wide looking at his sudden action. He looked at the doir of my room and started to walk in my direction. In a flash of seconds, he was standing in front of me. I knew I was in danger. I tried to move. Bloody hell my body was held by his deep-sea color eyes. Standing in front of me he took a hold of my hair making me look into his eyes. My eyes were closed shut afraid of meeting his mad one. But the next words out of his mouth made me short open my eyes. "Who was the man with whom you were laughing and talking with answer me jane who was he," he asked me angrily. I took his appearance his jaw was clench and his eyes were burning in anger. H--he saw me with him. Warm tears filled in my eyes ready to flow from the corner of my eyes. Remembering that day still pass shiver to my body. Suddenly I was pulled out of the car and now I was standing in front of the airport I receive the devil of my life. Yes, you heard it right.

“You are so hot, doll,” He gruffed. “I have no idea how I managed to hold on for a fucking week.” “So you find me attractive?” I half-moaned and half-asked. “Attractive is an understatement,” Niccolo mumbled against my tit. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Pleasure tinged with elation simmered within me at his response, causing my panties to become more saturated with addictive lust. “I want to eat you out, doll,” Niccolo uttered, as he removed his mouth from my breast. “Will you let me?” + When Talia Wilson’s dormitory is suddenly gutted by fire, she is forced to stay with her father’s hot, younger friend, Niccolo Gonzalez. There, she familiarizes herself with the walking sex dream of a man, who she has secretly loved since she saw him at her eighteenth birthday dinner, three years ago. Based on Niccolo’s casual demeanor, Talia convinces herself that he doesn’t feel the same way about her and nothing scandalous could ever happen between them. However, what she doesn’t know is that beneath Niccolo’s suave facade lies his intense sexual longing for her. What happens when alcohol mixes with their passionate desires for each other one night, causing them to surrender to their forbidden attraction toward each other? Will they forget about it or will they continue playing a wild game of lust?

"You're never going to see my worth, are you?" Layla mumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks. "There's hardly any," her husband, Donald pouted mockingly and bursted into laughter, his mistress beside him joined in the jest. "Why not divorce me then?" She blurted. "Because you can't survive without me, you're a charity case, I'm taking pity on you by keeping you here,don't jeopardize that." "What if I can survive without you Donald?" "I'm sure you can't." He laughed. "Should we get a divorce and see then?" The words left Layla's mouth before she could hold it back. ** Layla thought she’d built a forever, despite being aware of her husband's infidelity, she had high hopes for their marriage... until the night of their anniversary, her husband came home late with his mistress and demanded that she slept in the guest room while him and his mistress stayed in their room. That was the moment her world broke, and she finally walked away, returning back to her family's home in London. But fate had other plans for her. Her brother’s best friend, Liam, once a boy she barely noticed, had grown into an insanely attractive young man that she couldn't ignore.

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"

Unable to stop it now, he thrust up into her mouth, holding her right where he needed her. She stayed with him, thank Christ, just sucked him harder and stronger, her throat open and waiting. When he shuddered and called her name, dancing on the knife-edge of orgasm, she swallowed, hard. And Mark damn near blacked out from the force of coming in her amazing little mouth. **** Five years ago, Dr. Francine Cabot fled Canada for a clean start in Denver. Now she devotes her life to helping women and children survive male violence, and refuses to be defined by fear. She’s brilliant, strong, and impossible to ignore. Especially by two men: one safe, steady, and watching her back… and one who wants her destroyed. Mark Hayden is a former trauma surgeon turned bodyguard, the second-in-command at Solid Security. Protecting people is his calling, and Francine is already under his skin. But danger has marked her before, and this time it’s personal. When Francine vanishes into a blizzard, abducted by a man she once helped put behind bars, Mark goes after her without hesitation. The rescue will demand blood, fury, and choices he can’t undo. If he crosses the line to save her, will he still recognize himself afterward? And if he loses her on that frozen mountain, will there be anything left worth coming back to?

Hana I was never meant to be a free soul that could drift through the world with no responsibilities. I was born into the world as the heir to the Shadowlands, a witch and the granddaughter of the High Witch. One day, the High Witch sent me on a mission. It was only supposed to be a simple task, and I knew it was a test. But then he found me, or maybe I found him. Cael. A wolf shifter, eyes like ice, and my soul sang out to him. I know that being around him, and the way my magic hummed. I knew what he was; he was dangerous. Cael I came into this city with blood on my hands, revenge carved into my bones, as old as time. I swore I had only one goal, and that was it. Not power, not money, and most of all not love. But fate played a cruel game. The witches I loathe and see as a means to an end; the second most powerful witch to set foot on this planet is my mate. Hana is a temptation who has the mouth of a sailor and the body of a goddess. To claim her is a risk that I will have to take, while fighting this world for a deep-rooted revenge. Together Their bond is a curse yet fated by the Moon Goddess herself. Every stolen touch burns like coals deep and powerful. Every denial and space only pulls them together. As a rebellion simmers in the dark, and ancient enemies who longed to be awakened, stir in their slumber. Hana and Cael are brought together and have to decide: Will they seek revenge, love, or will they burn the world on fire, and make it crumble at their feet?

In two steps he was on her, yanking her up straight and turning her around to face the wall. She gasped at the change in dynamic: her teasing and taunting were shoved roughly to one side and now he was in full and total control. Jo trembled as he dropped a slow, sexy kiss on her right shoulder, then lightly nipped her soft skin before moving his mouth to her ear. “Don’t you move, angel,” he murmured. “Keep facing forward.” **** Jolene Angeles is fresh out of a nightmare marriage and parked at a roadside biker bar hunting for one thing: Mr. Right Now. In a few days, she’ll have a new job, a new city, a new life, and a single, forgettable one-night stand feels like the perfect way to burn the past down. Then she meets Zeke. Silver-eyed, dangerous. Exactly the kind of mistake she wants. One night, no names, no aftermath. Zeke “Silver” Bennett doesn’t lose control. Ever. He learned that lesson once, and it nearly destroyed him. So when he spots the dark-eyed woman across the bar, he knows the rules: one night, clean break, no complications. Until fate throws them together again... and secrets start detonating. They didn’t tell each other the truth. Now they’re forced to decide: can trust be built on lies? And if the truth finally comes out – raw, painful, unforgiving – will either of them be brave enough to risk real love?

"I want her." he said coldly sipping onto his wine staring at the grey eyed enchantress standing in front of him taking in her curves and flawless smooth skin. "She's his mate." his beta proclaimed widening his eyes at the reckless demand of his alpha. "So?" his alpha asked him coldly like it didn't affected him a bit. "But she is forbidden and---" his beta tried to make him understand but a one cold look from his alpha made his mouth clipped shut. He moved his blank gaze towards the girl tempting him without even trying and sternly said "I want her." And that was it, the end of the discussion because what he wants he gets it by hook or by crook. Daxon Valor, the alpha of the blood moon night pack is what people and all of the packs fear of. He is powerful and a rude, arrogant alpha who fears nothing. But he was not like this from the birth the death of his mate made him like this so cruel and ruthless because he loved his mate more than his own life. Hazel Suarez, the wife of alpha Alexander Suarez of nightingale pack is the beauty everyone wants to take a look at. But to even look at her is forbidden for everyone. But Alpha Daxon Valor has his eyes on her now. He wants her at any cost for himself.

“You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?” Paige’s voice trembled quietly. Leonardo D’Angelo, her boss, the man she’d spent way too many nights secretly pining over, was holding her by the shoulders. His eyes beseeching. Paige, I know this might come as a surprise to you,” Leonardo’s voice was softer, almost hesitant. “But I need you to be my fake fiancée.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. This had to be a joke. “I—what?” she stammered, staring at him like he’d grown another head. “It’s only for three to four weeks,” he pressed, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders. “I’ll pay you double, or a vacation, whatever you want. Just say yes.” Paige opened her mouth to refuse, because this was insane, but the look in his eyes stopped her. For once, the arrogant, self-assured Leonardo D’Angelo looked… vulnerable. “Please,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. She should have said no. She should have walked away. Instead, the word slipped from her lips before she could stop it. “Yes.” The relief on his face was immediate, but Paige’s stomach twisted with nerves. What had she just agreed to? And yet, somewhere beneath the chaos, was the dangerous thrill of being the woman by his side.

“Oh come on, I know you're jealous that I kissed her.” “Respect your mom.” My breathing doubled. I should've resisted and ran away, but I did no such thing, I stayed. His hands began to explore my back as I tried to fight. “But do you respect her? Because if you did, you wouldn't have such naughty thoughts about your best friend's son, not like he minds it though.” He could see right through me, and it made me panic. “Shut your mouth! Like you said, you're a little twenty two years old, so why should I be attracted to you?” “But you are.” “I'm not, let go of me!” I flung his hands off my body, but I still couldn't move, much to my dismay. “I thought so. Let's just stop this.” His smirk was unmistakable. “Stop what?” I was so hot, I wanted him to touch me. “Let's give each other what we want, how about that, Aunt Candice?” …… Barely days after my best friend's famous hockey player son started living with me, he successfully dragged me to his bed. I should be ashamed, but he's too hot to resist. Will my best friend find out?