"You must be punished, Eleanor." He rasped, his deep rich voice sending tingles down her spine. Pulling her away from the wall, he hoisted her up on his shoulder. A squeal of horror escaped her lips as she immediately clutched his shirt from back in her tiny fists, eyes looking at the floor in terror, because of his Goddamn mighty height. "Put m-me d-down." She stuttered as he hooked his other arm behind her knees and kept her legs firmly close to his chest. He took big steps and within a few strides, he was in his room, he locked the door making her breath hitch. "W-why are y-you locking the door." She stuttered again. A squeal escaped her lips when her world changed its position again. Leon threw her on the bed and watched her tiny yet luscious frame bouncing on the bed twice. Eleanor raised her body on her elbows as she watched him remove his shirt with ease. Her throat went all dry when her eyes landed on his naked muscular chest, eight freaking packs, and v line. She didn't dare let her eyes trail further down as she snapped her eyes up to meet his silver ones and she stiffened. Dark intense silver pools peered at her. Uh Oh! **** "She's rich, he's a bad boy, a burglar. She's submissive, he's tractable. She's caged, he's wild. She yearns for freedom, his life is adventurous. As the tale says "Opposite attracts!" But then there's this rich man who's overly obsessed with the innocent heiress. A sweet, romantic story filled with lots of action and love but with a dark side." Hot and Steamy... 18+
Eleanor Dawson 20 years old. One and only child of billionaire James Dawson which made her the lone and only heiress of her father's multinational companies worldwide worth billions.
She's lucky!
That's what every single person thinks except her. Eleanor's father always wanted to have a son who could be his heir and lead his business further and earn more billions. Her mother Claire had a miscarriage at her first pregnancy. The baby they lost was the boy and then after a few years Claire was pregnant again but then Eleanor was born. James wasn't happy at all. Even though he didn't hate Eleanor at all. He accepted her but he was being way too impatient to have a boy, his son, an heir. Claire and James tried for years but weren't lucky enough and eventually they lost hope.
Claire loved Eleanor with all her heart but the little girl always craved for her father's attention who drowned himself in his work never paying attention to what he has; a daughter, rather he ignored the precious little girl while yearning for a son from the lord.
Eleanor was 10 when her mother was pregnant again. James was the happiest but Claire met with an accident when she was eight months pregnant. Claire along with the child who was a boy died that day and it was the worst day of James and Eleanor's life. James loved Claire immensely and when he lost her along with his unborn baby boy, he was devastated and drowned himself in the numbing sensation of alcohol. He stayed locked in his room for a whole month completely forgetting the fact that he has a little precious daughter who also lost her mother.
There was no one to console the little girl except for their middle aged maid whom she called Sami as her name was Samantha. Eleanor was shattered. In this big palace like a cold home, her only warmth was her mother who also left her.
Eleanor, being a child didn't know what death meant so Samantha explained it to the little child that her mother went to God and will now live in a beautiful place called heaven and will watch her from there. Eleanor being a child requested Samantha to take her to that heaven to her mother which brought tears in Samantha's eyes. She then answered Eleanor by saying that it's God's will; he will only choose people whom he wants to be up there on their specific times and Eleanor then prayed to God to call her there in heaven.
Samantha would leave after her duty got over and then the little girl would be all alone in her big room that'll haunt her at night making her feel so cold in that luxurious room.
It was after a week she got the courage to see her father. After losing her mother; he was all she had. Eleanor knocked and silently entered his room. She saw him sitting on the couch with a bottle in his hand.
Tears welled up in her eyes immediately as she looked at her father after a week of her mother's death. "Daddy?" She says in a low hesitating voice. The darkness in the room was scaring her, so she stood on her tiptoes and turned the light switch on which got a loud angry growl from her father.
"Turn off the lights!" He yelled loudly, scaring the little girl as she jumped in her place and turned the lights off with a whimper. "D-daddy I'm m-missing m-mommy." The little girl stuttered.
"Go to your room Eleanor!" Her father snapped angrily making big fat tears to form in her doe like big eyes.
"B-but d-daddy I'm s-scared. Can I s-sleep in your r-room tonight?" She whispered lowly.
"I said go to your room Eleanor!" Her father yelled so loudly making a cry to escape her lips as she ran back to her room.
The pain that her mother left her all alone in this place was one thing but her father being so scary and yelling at her scared the little ten year old girl to no end. She didn't see her father for a whole month after that.
It was after a month her father came out of that room all dressed in his business attire. If possible he became more detached from her; she would barely get to see him after months and this is what her life became.
When she was 13, she played in the garden with Samantha, there was mud there and she got mud all over her while playing. Samantha then called her inside to give her a bath. That is when James came out of nowhere and his jaw clenched looking at all the mud on her daughter.
"What is this Eleanor? Why were you playing in the dirt?" He asked angrily, making the small girl to shrink back and hide behind Samantha as she clutched Samantha's dress tightly in her small fists.
"I'll give her a bath right now, sir." Samantha said softly while placing her hand on Eleanor's shoulder, so she won't get scared.
"Hell with it! Samantha you're her babysitter. Didn't I tell you to make her behave like a daughter of a billionaire and look at what you are letting her do?" He yelled and continued.
"Teach her some manners and etiquette. I want her to be ladylike! Are you getting me?" He asked angrily.
"Y-Yes, sir." Samantha answered with head lowered and James left. Eleanor was crying during the whole shower, no matter how much Samantha tried to console the little girl, she just kept on crying. After that day, she stopped playing those games which made her less ladylike; more precisely she stopped playing at all.
She wasn't allowed to go to school due to numerous threats on James and why not he's not a common man but the country's richest man that was the main reason Eleanor was homeschooled and her college was also done online.
It was her 17th birthday which she was celebrating with the staff of her palace; like a cold home. She has no friends. The people who work here are her only friends if she can even call them friends.
They cut the cake and celebrated. James wasn't there or maybe he didn't even know that it's Eleanor's birthday. Samantha gifted her a beautiful bracelet. Even though it was cheap, it was the best thing for Eleanor.
The more her father wants her to be like a rich elite ladylike woman, the more she hates these things. All she yearns is the love of her father and for that she did everything he asked her and molded herself into a perfect lady that her father wants but still he never showed any affection to her. Her being the girl was maybe a curse for her which keeps her away from her father's love.
That night coincidentally James was present on the dinner table and he became angry as he saw her wearing that cheap bracelet. He harshly ordered her to never wear such cheap things as it's his insult and he won't allow it. Eleanor immediately removed but never threw it away. That night she cried missing her dearest mother.
Eleanor wasn't allowed to go out of the mansion but sometimes her father did allow her to go out but with bodyguards and a little part of her would melt at this gesture of her father but the sensible part of her knew that it was Samantha's request to him for letting Eleanor out sometimes.
Now Eleanor is 20 and this is her caged life. She sat beside her large glass window as she stared at the beautiful twinkling city and the skyscrapers. The view from their mansion was breathtaking, this is the only thing she likes in this heavenly cage.
"I miss you mom..." Eleanor mumbled softly as her twinkling doe like big ocean eyes stared at the moon above yearning for freedom and love.
"Shut the fuck up!" He snickered and next thing he flipped her around on her stomach. He grabbed both of her wrists behind her arched back. He was holding her in a way that her ass was up for him. He pushed her dress up, baring her rear to his sinful eyes. His thumb caressed her wet vertical lips. "Time for your punishment." He husked and next thing her whole body jolted badly when his warm tongue caressed her from down there. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers when she realized what he was up to. "Don't!" She warned him and wriggled to get out of his hold which was impossible. "Definitely not!" He breathed on her core and next thing his face dipped between her thighs as he started eating her like a man deprived of food for ages. **** #18+
"That kiss, I didn't regret it one bit," he rasped, voice thick and gravelly. "And I don't f*cking hate you dammit!" He growls out, pounding his fist against the bark. She sucks in a gasp feeling a light rumble against her back. He didn't want her to think rubbish and heck he won't let her think he regretted that kiss. He f*cking loved it and wants more which he shouldn't. His eyes dropped down to her plump lips before meeting hers. Their gaze locked and she couldn't pull her eyes away even if she tried; she was locked in, captivated, and the prisoner at his mercy. "Kiss me," she whispered. Rasmus sucked in a sharp breath gritting his teeth. "You don't want this." "What if I do?" Those big brown eyes sparkled. Fuck. "I could burn you," he rasped. His own body leaning in on her, enchanted and in a trance. Her scent was all he could inhale. "Then turn me to ashes," she whispered ever so softly. His control snapped and his mouth descended, claiming hers. He felt his whole f*cking world rock off its axis.
"Where will you hide, doll?" His deep raspy voice resonated in an empty, dark classroom. Her heart thudded in her ears. Her feet involuntarily moved back, shoulders shrinking in fear as he took threatening steps toward her like a predator. "N-no..." She stuttered, chin-wobbling, lips trembling. The certainty of her being alone in the presence of this beast-like man had her legs going jello. Emma was scared. So damn scared. "You can't deny me, Belle. I'm your mate. You're fucking mine!" He growled. * Emma Belle Richardson is a 17-year-old nerd who dedicates herself to schoolwork and books rather than socializing. She doesn't have any friends and is an outcast. She has more to her than anyone can imagine. She prefers to stay under the radar, but what happens when she'll catch the eyes of the man who will cause catastrophe in her peaceful life. Xander Colt is a 27-year-old mysterious man with extremely good looks. There was nothing known about him. The Greek God-like man with sharp green eyes, and dark tattoos, who could easily be considered a top-notch model or a beast-like warrior came as a mathematics teacher in the middle of a semester. Strange wasn't it! Naive girl✅ Alpha male ✅ Erotica✅ Hot Romance✅ Student and Teacher✅ Werewolf ✅ Warning ⚠️ 18+
A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.
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."
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
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.