When jasmine meets with a mysterious Saudi prince she ends falling in love with him not just learning about his language, ways, culture and religion. When they prince designs to tell jasmine his grousome pass and even secret lover. She starts to wonder about her new found lover but there's some so attractive about him.
When I first meet Faisal he first kissed me on the neck as if he was going to make love to me. "Jasmine I want you to learn my language and be my wife," he said. "Please let me make love to you." At the time I was freaked out and wanted to live the place, but he had a spell on me that made me want to stay. As he was kissing me..... it felt good his kisses and I did want him to stop.
"Please make love to me Faisal," I said. When I said that he undressed me and lady me out on a carpet. It was a Persian rug, that he started to make love to me on. He forced his way between my legs and started to thrust into me as we kissed. "Let teach you everything about Saudi, let me be your sultan." He grunted in in pleasure. I never felt a burning desire before to physically be with someone. This was my first time and I was 30. He was about my age too, but had a burning desire to be with me. "I want you to be my everything Faisal," I said. "Including my sultan". He brushed my hair off my face touched my lips and gently and tenderly kissed them. I never thought I would ever be with a man, in North America I was considered undateble because of some bitch that wouldn't love me alone and was spreading rumours about me. Her name Wendy. So the thought of the richest guy in the world wanting me made cry and weep with joy. "Please don't stop Faisal," I moaned. He was a fit man with wash board and and a beautiful smile. Just the feeling of him on top of me was sensual...his voice seductive. He was dark enough to be from Africa but his facial freatures told other wise. The next morning I woke in the same room and he was gone. He was do mysterious.... I wanted to more about him and be with him. Little did I know that would be my down fall. I was love stick. "Marhaba" I heard a familiar voice. It was him,. "As salaam aleikum," "Just say ahlan," "Ahlan my love." He kissed me and told me he was going to teach me Arabic. I told him I wanted to I wanted to learn about his culture and religion. "I can teach you the erotic side of you want...... let me show erotic Islam. "What is that." "Me loving you" Our lips touched and soon he was kissing me. "Wa aliekum salaam." He said. He said that habibi was the word for my love. "You calling me your love, we just met" "Nam jasmine." "What......." "It means yes habibi" I returned the kiss. He is so so sensual.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"