"Kneel," I growled, pushing her down. She did as she was ordered without hesitation. I purred, praising her submissiveness, and trailed a thumb along her lips. I closed my eyes and saw my Rose kneeling in front of me, her jet-black eyes piercing me like thorns and her fragrance, flavoring my darkened soul. .... A princess in darkness could only wish for her knight in shining armor to the rescue. Driven by passionate desires and lost in a sinful one until there's a displacement of purpose, want, and vision. An angel on the street but a demon on the bed. Like an itch, she soothes and pricks. Saddled by the responsibility of her actions from three years ago, she thought it was over but unknown to her it had only begun. An object of imaginative reality could only be allowed a chance to breathe. Enraged by the occurrence of three years ago, wealth and power became his monumental compensation. Although he looked like a God, he won't hesitate to send you straight to hell. His bloodline has left him merciless against his prey and his rise to the top of the consortium was a ride to hell and beyond. The scars on him were the testament of his brooding and the tattoos on him were writings of the stories and secrets he had. One thing for each. In Babel, mercy means weakness, and love was often lust Sharpened by the edges of the sword and brooded in the darkest of tunnels and formed into a beast. Trained to destroy, kill and overcome until he meets again after three years, the person he least expects and loses the one he never knew he had. A new rage is born!
CHAPTER ONE
Aria
He tossed back his drink. So did I. He refilled the glasses. My eyes prickled as I swallowed the fiery fluid and the band silenced before a drum roll. After two vodka shots, I finally was ready to start my night afresh as I allowed the stranger to lead me to the dance floor.
We followed the slow rhythm of the song with my leg encircling his thigh while his crotch pressed deep into my stomach. I ran my hand all over his upper body starting from the back of his neck, to his hair, his chest, and lastly, his waistline. I pressed tighter into his erection which elicited a hiss from him. His green eyes got darker with lust and his breath heavier and hotter. His hands caressed my lower body from my waistline downwards as though it belonged to him.
Again, I bite my lips and moaned.
"If you do that again, I'll spank your soft round ass and then fuck you right on the floor of this club and make you lean on the counter while I fuck you from behind" There was something in the way he said those words that confirmed he meant every word. I bite my lips as I stare down at his lip. This man right here was everything I'm scared about but just looking at him made me want to get laid. I was too turned on.
We swayed from side to side each lost in their thoughts. I lifted my head and caught him staring at me. His gaze was so fierce that it dehydrated me. Instinctively, I used the tip of my tongue to wet my rough lips and suckled on them to give them some softness, but on looking up, the stranger's irises were dilated with a shadow of something I couldn't quite decipher, and then he leaned down and kissed me.
It was at first a soft and tender kiss tasting lime and salt from the shots we just had. That lingering tang faded as I tasted his tongue and offered my tongue for him to sample. We kissed as if one of us, or both of us, needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
I was wobbly in high heels. My legs hurt. My heart hurts and was popping in my chest like champagne bubbles. He looked into my eyes. I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same. The immediacy made my pulse race "Your place?" he asked, holding up my chin. He knew he had me where he wanted. Although skeptical, I mumbled. "Sure"
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The lamp on my desk belonged to my godmother...hahaha, she wasn't a fairy. It is an art-deco figure of a stallion in beaten steel-aluminum porcelain. There was an old traditional sofa, two leather strainer chairs, and a drawing of a fairy on the wall. I'd have sworn I had every inch of the room memorized. But right now, It looked sexily different.
I pouted my lips. He grinned.
"They are beautiful." I ran my tongue over them. They felt chapped on the surface.
"Do you mean that?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't. And sexy too" now I was confused. My room was sexy?
"How?" I asked, looking at the corners of my room.
"You. Your body. Your lips. Your eyes. The sharpness of your tongue... They are sexy. You are sexy" he said provocatively, as though he wanted his point to hit and it did.
I felt beautiful. I couldn't tell if it was the insane amount of alcohol in my system but this man was effortlessly easing the hurt.
I looked at him and thought he was rather good-looking in that tousled neck-length, dark copper hair, firm-jawed-needs-a-shave sort of way; small grey eyes full of secrets-hooded but enchanting, wide shoulders covered in tattoos and packed in a shirt two size too big for him. There would be enough space to run my hand through... Thick full lips that were slightly parted and muscular arms that would easily pin me against the wall and heavy, fitted athletic thighs to lock me in place, a firm waistline to press into my groin... the list is endless but it ends with the luscious piece of pulsating flesh- nine inches of thick pointer flesh and two-palms-joined- to be able to hold its thickness.
Check!
"You could feel them too, you know?" He asked, but before I could reply, he was directly at my face taking in my carbon dioxide.
He drew me to him, pressing his hands against my back. I was trapped, encircled, gathered up, and protected. Our heads adjusted, and our lips moved in for a second tasting, slower, more ponderous, intentional, and real. His hands slid under my short skirt, and the thing that went through my head was: oh, God, I wish I wasn't wearing tights. I wriggled free and dragged him towards the bedroom where I turned on the lamp. I dragged him over to my big bed.
He grabbed me. He pressed his teeth against my neck, just gently, and I forgot to breathe. I am a give-it-to-me kind of person and I liked how he was giving me all-the right amount of pleasure my body could take and a little extra to have me floating on air, with his rough big palm plastered on my lower back as my anchor, my guide, my compass.
He pressed into me. Ha, I could feel his thick flesh of nine-inch swelling against my stomach, pushing at me like the head of a kitten pushing at a closed door. I ran my tongue over the bristles of his chin, his neck, his chest, and his collarbone. He released my ass as I slid down to my knees. I patiently unhooked his belt, unbuttoned the buttons on his weaved velvet, and tugged at his boxers. I liked slow, sensual, yet hard and pensive fuck. Rough thrusting into my hole was it for me.
His cock was straight, firm and, in the dull light of the lamp, the head was pink-like and coated with glistening wetness just like his lips. I sucked the cap and ran my fingers over the surface. He sighed. He relaxed. it was just so gloriously sensual being down on my knees like this and I wanted to swallow him whole like I'd do to a dipped strawberry in beaten cream.
Maybe it was because he found himself swimming in wealth from an early age. There was a level of self-confidence that came only with Renatto River Terzo, the richest Italian Billionaire. For years passed, and he had secretly watched his childhood crush hone into a goddess-like figure. She was all he ever wanted and more. 'More' for Paloma was a label kind of relationship. Something she was familiar with but for Renatto, 'more' was hanging her legs on his bed poles and in cuffs and binds as his personal prisoner, and her voice going all out, begging him for more. Most essentially for him, 'more' was for her to sign that goddamn NDA!
“What are those for?” she asked, referring to the cuffs dangling from my fingers, her eyes showing scared and intrigued. She looked so fragile yet sinful and so unearthly – my sexy, innocent fireball. “Your wrist and ankles, baby,” I whispered into her ears, the bulge in my pants threatening to break out. …. Alexia’s painful past made her an object of scorn until a billionaire sex freak took her as his bride—A bargain. Alexia had nothing to lose even though Christian was everything her innocent heart warned her against. Cold, excessively rich, dangerously handsome, and a playboy. Christian’s attraction to Alexia was palpable, intoxicating, sinful, and consuming that the hair on her skin stood up from the slightest touch. Christian was reluctant to defy the rules he had set to make Alexia his, but winning this broken, beautiful woman’s trust would be his greatest battle. But then again, rules are meant to be broken, yeah?
After a nightstand that was happened out of drunkenness, fate got twisted. A collateral for the Alpha became a mate for the Alpha king!!! She was torn between two worlds and was forced to make a decision. When love happens, would the consequences of choosing love or law be minimal? Or would it destroy the bond that took blood to create?
Haisley Jefferson, daughter of the Alpha of The Ashen Crescent Pack, finds her life far from fulfilling. She yearns to meet her mate so she can finally escape the hellhole she once called home. Instead of meeting her mate and escaping, fate takes an unexpected turn on her 21st birthday. Rather than a mate, she's given a husband – Hades Stone, the future Alpha of The DuskBane Pack, and a man she has secretly loved for years. The only problem is he has his eyes set on Alice, her adopted sister. In the face of this dilemma, Haisley rejects the marriage, but destiny seems to have its own plans beyond her control. Haisley finds herself at a crossroads. While she wishes for her mate to rescue her, she's also entangled in a deep affection for Hades. A forced marriage to him was not her desire, but it seems destiny has other plans.
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! ".
Ashley Richard has been in love with Zion Thompson since childhood. Their parents agreed to an arranged marriage between them. Ashley was quick to accept it as it has been her long time dream. However, Zion was against it. He has grown and wanted someone else. Ashley did everything she could to be the perfect wife. Even putting her ambition of becoming a doctor. After three years of trying, what she got In returned was a divorce papers from her husband. Saying he wants her out of his life. Years passed and Ashley became the doctor she has always wanted to be. One day, she came across a strange patient, who happened to be her ex-husband. "Doctor Ash, I need your expertise." "What is wrong with you, Mr Thompson?" She asked. His eyes grew soft as he spoke. "My heart is broken and only you can mend it." "You see, Mr Thompson. I am a doctor, not a love expert. I can only treat your bear when it is failing. I cannot mend it with desire."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."