BILLIONAIRE THIRST FOR LOVE

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.

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)

It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"

RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.

It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”

In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.

After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."

Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."  But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"