Flash Marriage: President's Seduction

Kira, I can hear myself again!!' She squealed happily. All the pain she felt from the beatings the rogue gave her didn't matter anymore. She finally got her voice back. ' Your voice is back!' Kira said almost immediately. ' Now we can finally talk to our mate' She squealed happily too. All the excitement Haven had felt a moment again dissipated into thin air. ' Mate?' Her eyes immediately flew to the man holding her. She had completely forgotten she was in the arms of this .. This ' Man'. Haven looked at him in disgust. His hands were still hovering in the air as he looked at her, a blank expression on his face. " What do you think you're trying to do?!" Haven could feel the rage locked up within her for all these days started to surface. Just looking at his face made Haven want to kill him over and over again. What sort of a sick joke was Selene playing with her? How can the one person she hated turn out to be her fated mate?

Dahlia stood there watching how Alina sank her teeth into her flesh eliciting a loud scream from her. Her arm was in excruciating pain and she fall on her back staring up at Alina's face. Alina dipped her hand into her chest amazingly bought a shiny stone in her palm. She immersed the stone in to Dahlia's chest so that the stone could be safe from the evil hands. Alina was dead at the spot with the pain but however the moon goddess had other plans. Alina was returned to the exact moment where she was about to die but in a different body with a chance to change everything. With the new body she changed a lot of things which in turn made her meet her own mate - the powerful lycan king on the earth. And that when the story truly begin

I can't help the moan that escapes my lips when he glides a single finger through my clit, then digs right into my clitoris like my pussy belongs to him. A gasp escapes my throat as I desperately try to catch my breath, but Marcus doesn't give me a chance to. His other hand cups my right breast before he clasps his mouth around my right nipple, but he removes it the seconds he had planted it causing me to groan in displeasure. He circles his tongue around my nipple, taking his time to savor my pink areola. For the first time, I don't regret the piercing on my right nipple, because right now as Marcus rounds his tongue through it, every pain I felt during the time I was getting it turns to pleasure —the pleasure is ten times better than the pain. "oh, my fucking goodness" I whimper out when his fingers find my G-spot at the same time his tongue plays with the stud on my nipples. I clutch his dick but he is quick to avert my hands away with a smack. He joins our lips together again. ********************* They say revenge is best served, cold! I say revenge is best served, steamy and hot with a touch of toe-curling orgasms. Alpha Marcus had always been at the top of the chart but would experience a big fall when he finally meets his match. And who is this match?

I inhaled softly, when Marcus arms snaked around my waist, hugging me from the back. A blush crept up my cheeks as I remained speechless. I wanted to reply to him, but I was dumbfounded. I couldn't place my mind on the right words to say. I decided to remain quiet, leaning into him. We stayed that way some minutes, until he started kissing my neck. I moaned, my eyes rolled as I felt his hands groping my breasts. He then lifted his lips to my ear, sucking and nibbling on it. “Chloe?” “Hmm...,” I replied. He then stopped what he was doing and whispered in my ears. “Why is your body so cold?” That stilled me, wiping out any little feeling of excitement that had started to build up. I moved out of his arms and turned around to face him. I tried to read him but he kept his face bare of any emotion. The fear suddenly returned and I regretted letting myself get carried away again. Stupid Chloe, blast you! Damn stupid wolf!

You may kiss the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears. I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight. His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment. He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly. My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore. I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one!

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."

Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."

Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."

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."

**This book contains a trigger warning. Mention about rape and torture in this book. Please read with caution** "Our marriage is nothing but a deal," he said looking at the girl, her green eyes met his cold silver eye, and both of them glared at each other. "For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word. Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.