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A BILLIONAIRE'S MINX. Blurb When I was fifteen years old I fell in love, he was a walking wet dream and for a teenage girl that was only learning to control her hormones, he was Death. I grew up in a religious household, my grandfather was a catholic pastor and so we were raised on a biblical perspective but somehow I always galloped more to worldly things. I was taught no cussing, no deception, and certainly no fucking a hot boy you just met two weeks ago, but- I loved him. I wanted to love him in all the ways I could, and I think he too loved me because he always promised forever. Somehow forever lasted short, I ended up in the wrong hands, terrible hands. I saw some bad things and did worse, my perception of life was ruined long ago now I have nothing, nothing but scars and demons. I had long forgotten about him, but years later, he crashes into my life, and he's married. His wife, making me an unwelcome proposal, and him, making me feel like the indistinguishable stupid girl I was seven years ago. However I'm no longer her, and he isn't the same eighteen-year-old I lied to, he breathes power and seduction that can be seen from miles away. All I want is to get my life in order but with my past feelings and demons resurfacing, I know one thing for sure, I am screwed. We both are. Caelum thinks he is the only fiend in my story, yet there's a far bigger demon lurking in the dark, and no matter how many times he goes hunting, he won't find it, the demon hides in the most open places and the longer Caelum searches for it, the more broken he will be when he encounters it. ~ This is a story about two star-crossed lovers who get separated by a series of unfortunate events but life gives them a second chance, with him married and her running from her demons, can they make it work?

She's a badass! I fought my eyes away from her tempting body and began to face the recording. I couldn't and it's required that I look at her anyway. The gown accentuated her curves and made me want to gobble her on the floor and fuck the shit out of her sexy body. Her stomach was bare, and the gown failed to hide her hourglass shape. To make it worse, it's left open, revealing her cleavage, the valley between her breasts. Her bare tonearms, straight legs, sexy wide hips. She's very pretty and I see what her presence is doing to me. The next is her addictive scent behind me, filling my nostrils and interfering with my senses that I feel like enveloping her in a tight hug and basking in her scent. "Get out!" I screamed and walked away from her, slamming the door shut and ran up to my office. It was getting messy but my mind was way messier. What the fuck is going on? What is this? Gosh!! I was astonished by her, I didn't know what came over me. I have never swooned over a lady, like the way this lady made me. "Master, are you alright?" My secretary hands me a glass of water and I gulp immediately anything to quench the thirst burning in my chest and soothe the fire in my soul. "I'm having a headache so tell the others to leave immediately. We will do this some other time and that includes the girl." "But Master Adrian.." She tries to speak. I knew all she wanted to say so I waved her off. "Listen to me, you have no choice," I warned with a fierce tone and she shuddered. "Alright." She bowed slightly. "Ela!" "Yes, Master." She turns almost twisting the doorknob. "I want you to pay her off, tell her she was great but we have a better choice." He instructed and she nodded and walked away. I slumped to the chair and gripped my hair as though I wanted to rip them off my scalp. What is wrong with me? Damn! ~ Master Adrain, a Billionaire Playboy who is from an affluent Cuban family, hasn't fallen in love and is determined to make it that way. Love isn't his stock in trade as he has women in his every Beck and call but just one thing he needs. A baby! Ariel Donald doesn't have the time to date, attend parties. She has been working from age fourteen catering to her chair bound little brother and bedridden mother. When the two cross paths in a stripping club. He knew he had found the woman with the right physical attributes to birth his child and she knew she had gotten into trouble anytime he flashes his handsome Greek god smile at her. They struck a deal but unbeknownst to her. A life of secrets, fears, and danger awaits when enemies lurk around.

Notice; Book Contains Dark scenes and might be unfavorable to sensitive readers. ~ "You like this don't you?" He asked with his sultry powerful voice that made my skin servile. He had a dark, hard, and powerful aura. I simply nodded lost to the sensations building up in my thighs. He grabbed my hair tightly. "Answer me!" He yelled. The sound of his voice bounced through the walls, as my heartbeat accelerated higher. "Yes." I could feel him smirk behind me as he traced his fingers from my earlobe down to my neck drawing circles around it at a slow pace. His other hand went to my bosom and began tugging, kneading, and caressing. I tried to swallow my moans and kept it buried but no matter how hard I tried to keep it back in it came crashing out like an eruption. "Ahhh!" I exclaimed burning in the furnace of pleasure as my head fell back and beaded sweat formed on my forehead. He was skilled with his hands as he knew what to touch to increase or decrease my pleasure. "Are you ready to cum for me slut?" He gritted to my ears as he tugged painfully at my breast and twisted the other making it unbearable for me to act sane. I wanted him not to stop. I wanted his hands all day fuck! I wanted this pleasure for life. I don't care if I die from it. It felt so good to ever think of anything else at this point. He called me a slut and I didn't get mad at his choice of words. Instead, I found myself getting wettie, hornier, and excited in dire need of an orgasm. "Yes!" I answered quickly, licking my lips. He spun me around to face him. "When next I ask a question, answer yes sir! Have I made myself clear?" He ordered as his hands gripped my throat as though he wanted to choke me. It felt sexy to me. I wanted to be choked, scratched, pulled, assaulted whichever he chooses to take me and how. I'm a slave to my fantasies. "Yes sir!" He let go of me, my fingers crawled up to my neck where his grip had smeared and a naughty smile spread across my face. He moved away from me and stepped a few distance as I heard the shuffling of clothes and my skin tingled in anticipation. I felt his whiskey breath fan my face as he slid behind me. His tongue traced the outline of my ear down to my neck and I felt a shiver run down my spine. We were unclad skin to skin. I was ready for the taking. My pussy throbbed painfully wishing for an intrusion to soothe the aches. His hot tongue on my skin fueled my sexual tension and it slowly rose to a peak to the extent I wanted to cry. 'Please fuck me!' ************ Ryker Armstrong has never met the obstacle he couldn't overcome, with everyone on his beck and call at his fingertips. He hasn't met the lady that could resist his charms or the high stake in status he possesses. Harper Jones had given up the fantasy of having her knight in shining armour and doesn't believe in them. And with her strict upbringing and personality, succumbing to temptation never occurred to her. When two strangers meet, things aren't what they seem. But sometimes life isn't just white and black.

Note; Book contains dark scenes, violence and extreme B.D.S.M activities. Might be offensive to sensitive readers. ~ "You like it don't you?" He asked as his fingers brushed my cleavage, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my breasts out of my bra. I moaned when his cold, hairy, strong hands came in contact with my hot, hard nipples. "Yeah, I do." My voice was strained in wanton need. I widened my legs as my skirt rode up to my lap showing my set of white lacy-soaked panties, any form of reasoning had flown out of the window. The only thing I cared about was letting this man touch and fuck me whichever way he chooses to. He came in between my outstretched widened legs, and I almost paled in return. His fingers started to tease and pull on my hard nipples, pinching and pulling repeatedly sending a mini orgasm to rock through my body. How could someone have an orgasm from just nipple foreplay? It's Mr. John. Anything is possible. "You like this don't you Maria?" He asked sultrily into my ears, as he rocked his hard bulge in my wet panties. "Yes!" I cried out, I didn't care if anyone heard the loud throaty moans from my throat. "Say yes sir!" He pinched my nipples and I shrieked. "Yes sir!" A scream tore out from my throat. "Oh...Please stop teasing me." I begged his groin rubbing on my soaked panties was killing me, I couldn't take it anymore. "You want me." He purred into my ears. "I need you badly." I almost screamed. "But how do you want me?" He traced his hands on my panties band and slammed it to my skin. "Oh." I gasped, biting my bottom lip. His fingers slid into my clit massaging it, his fingers found my juices as he smiled and brought it to his lips. I started rocking my hips back and forth, to his groin. The friction gave a pleasing relief to my throbbing pussy. "I want you inside of me," I begged, as my pussy throbbed when he got out between my legs. "This is my office and if you want us to have a crazy fling, I will lay out the contract." He said biting my earlobe and rubbing my cleavages, twisting my nipples a bit. "Contract?" I asked, what does he need a contract for? A contract to fuck? That's madness!... ******** Maria is trying to put her life back together after she was abandoned by her childhood sweetheart on the altar. Leaving her family behind she moved to Orano, where she got a Job in MTC. A new future she wishes to create as she runs into John, a sexy bachelor. Soon a crazy obsessive fling turns into something more. While they try to fight their connection, evil lurks within. Will they survive with their hearts and souls intact?

Jane thought meeting her mate would fix everything in her life after losing everything. Her parents were murdered, and her pack wiped out by the punter rogues. She was the lone survivor that made it to the woods. The moon goddess blessed her with a wolf, a witch and a vampire that kept her safe that fateful day. Meeting Alpha Patrick was almost like reliving that day, he was cruel, arrogant and selfish. Jane ran away from him, she would rather live out in the wild than deal with him and his cruel behavior. But something about him made her go back and try and chisel. The ice around his darken heart. He still kept his distance, but why? Will Jane gain his love? Will Patrick allow his undying love show for her or will his cold heart keep them apart? Jane and Patrick’s relationship is full of ups and downs, will they last or will they fall?

N/B book contains dark and huge smuthood. Might be offensive to sensitive readers. A beautiful, savvy and adventurous young heiress faces trauma after trauma which seems to occupy her life. Her life takes a bittersweet encounter when she meets the heartless and insanely possessive Kessler Blackwell. She finds herself in a whole lot of pandemonium and a new world of crisis. Will this crazy man be her flashlight? Or will Kessler just be another knife like the others that cut her deep and added to the many that brought tears to her eyes, burns in her lungs, and hunger to her soul?

Book Blurb Ryker Armstrong has never met the obstacle he couldn't overcome, with everyone on his beck and call at his fingertips. He hasn't met the lady that could resist his charms or the high stake in status he possesses. Harper Jones had given up the fantasy of having her knight in shining amour and doesn't believe in them. And with her strict upbringing and personality, succumbing to temptation never occurred to her. When two strangers meet, things aren't what they seem. But sometimes life isn't just white and black. Twisted fantasy. (His obsession, Her possession)

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”

After serving three years for a crime I didn't commit, I discovered the devastating truth on my release day: Chase Grayson, my husband, had divorced and betrayed me, marrying my younger sister. Worse still, he sold me to Axel Blackwood, a powerful and feared stranger. Heartbroken and trapped in Axel's world of secrets and lies, I faced a new prison that threatened to consume me.

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .

After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!

"Yes, I know you have changed your mind. But has it occurred to you?" He paused, a cold smile appearing on his lips. "That I might have changed my mind about marrying you?" "What?" She blurted out. There was no way he could reject her. He was her last plan. Her final backup plan, and without him, she would lose her sister to the dangerous Billionaire Mafia Prince, Andrei Andreevich. She would be his possession forever. A slave. ************************* Lyra Bennet heart pounds as she stares at the formidable Prince Viktor Andreevich. She had caused her sister to lose her freedom to her mafia ex-boyfriend, so now, she had to save her by selling herself in marriage to Andrei Andreevich's worst enemy. His younger brother. Viktor Andreevich. She might have agreed to marry him to save her sister but the icy glitter in his eyes warns that he is not a man to be toyed with. But Viktor was unprepared for her purity and innocence. He desired her and he wasn't supposed to. He wanted her in his bed and he wasn't supposed to. And Viktor got everything he desired.

Gabriella Adams is a normal teenager living her life, but obviously there has to be someone who is always in her way, irritating the hell out of her. Hayden King  Her mortal enemy But all that is about to change in ways she didn’t expect. ****** "I hate you". He said. "Definitely not as much as I hate you," I countered back with a scoff, pissed. Who the hell does he think he is? "good ". He responded, causing my head to snap back towards him, and before I could put him in his place, I felt the softness of his lips against mine, knocking my breath away.

"I want a divorce." This request came out of the blue after an awesome night of passion. Brylee always knew that her husband's heart belonged to another woman. Although their marriage was only contractual, she thought he would fall in love with her one day. She did everything a dutiful wife would do. However, it was like pouring water into a basket. Her husband only used her for his sexual satisfaction. He never showed concern for her well-being. She thought he would be happy with her request. To her surprise, he freaked out when he received the divorce papers. "I don't want to divorce you," he said solemnly.

Their kiss left them craving more, their bodies aflame with desire. Brynn willingly granted Killian entry to her mouth, his yearning evident in a throaty moan. His scorching lips ignited a passionate fire within her, and his hand gently traced along her curves, coaxing seductive sounds from Brynn's lips. While they hadn't ventured beyond their previous encounter in the study, Brynn's readiness was palpable. She longed for him so ardently that the mere thought of having him made her quiver. Killian was enraptured by her taste, his desire overwhelming. He broke the kiss momentarily to gaze into Brynn's eyes, which smoldered with a hunger that mirrored his own. They both ached for each other. As his fingers deftly undid the buttons of her attire, a shiver of anticipation coursed through Brynn's skin. When Killian beheld her exposed breast, he couldn't resist a hiss of desire, sending her into blissful sighs as her garments fell away. Her gown pooled at her feet, leaving Brynn in a sensuous black two-piece lingerie set that left Killian spellbound. The way her voluptuous curves accentuated her body left him in a state of eager anticipation, his excitement evident. "Damn," he muttered, reminiscing about their previous passionate encounters. "You're incredibly seductive," he declared, his voice husky with desire, as he guided her gently to the bed. "And you're all mine."

"You think I'd stoop so low to fuck servants like you do?" He yelled- Oh, but he did! Hear me out, Thane Moneau, an enigmatic billionaire, gets tangled up with Lena Hayes, a charming, love-hungry young lady who asks for nothing but to be loved. She's sent to prison for a crime she knew nothing about by her husband, and that was where she'd met Thane; her prison bully. She was released ten months after to find her step sister, Mira, had taken over her marriage. With nowhere else to go after signing the divorce papers, she returned to her father's house only for the heartless man to sell her off as a maid. There again, her world and Thane's collided as her boss was Thane's irresponsible father. Not long after, Mr Moneau senior was killed and Thane was nowhere to be found. Soon, she discovered Thane is actually a ruthless billionaire, and numerous questions filled her mind. How had such a rich man ended up in the kind of dirty prison where she was? Why did he go undercover? And how on earth was he so rich but his father lived in an average house and fucked whores for a living? Also, what happens when Lena goes from being a wife to Adrian Devonshire, to a maid for an old man, then the personal maid to Thane who hates her guts? Will things get worse or will she thrive when unforeseen circumstances force her to get married to the ruthless, arrogant billionaire, Thane Moneau?