"Okay, let's make a deal." I shouldn't have engaged him. I know I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway. "What deal?" "Six months. I give you six months. If you fall in love with me within that time frame, I kill you. If you don't, your freedom is guaranteed." He gave me a sinister smile. If I looked hard enough, I'd see the horns on his head, portraying him as the devil he really is. "Deal?" Everything in me was screaming to say no and get the fuck away from him. I knew I was going against everything I know when I said, "Deal." Jordan Miller has often been told her smart mouth will put her in trouble, but what happens when she disrespects her boss, Alessandro Maurizio, the mafia don?
Jordan Miller
~•~
I would say I had a high tolerance for a lot of things, even if most of my friends wouldn't agree with that.
I could tolerate the apartment next to mine throwing a party when I was studying for my finals the next day.
I could tolerate my friends drinking straight from the OJ carton.
Hell, I could even tolerate the racist and sexist comments that I was prone to since I was a black student in engineering. Okay, I could barely tolerate that.
What I could not tolerate though, was my professor picking on me in class just because I refused his advances towards me. Well, he picked me to answer the question because I wasn't paying attention, but in my defense, I barely had enough sleep last night because I was working all through it.
I didn't have many days where I had high sales, so I took advantage of the days I did. And it always came to bite me in the ass when I'd feel sleepy in class the next day.
Professor Mark raised an eyebrow at me; an indication that he was still waiting for my answer. It was a very easy question and it'd definitely look bad if I couldn't answer it, but the problem was that I didn't read. I didn't think I'd studied anything on ENNG1028 this semester.
I saw Catherine writing from the corner of my eye and I focused half of my attention on her. "KCL, which is Kirchhoff's Current Law, states that," I read as she wrote. "The total current entering a junction or a node is equal to the charge leaving the node as no charge is lost."
Professor Mark pursed his lips and I tried not to laugh at the expression on his face. It was easy to see that he was irritated because I got the answer right.
With a sweet smile on my lips, I asked, "Can I sit now, professor?"
"Sure, Miss Miller," he grumbled, walking around his desk. "Just make sure to read it from your own note next time."
I glared at him as the class snickered. I didn't blame them. If it were someone else, I'd laugh too.
Thankfully, he was off my case for the rest of the class. Engineering was a fun course, but he made it boring even if he was only in his late twenties. Sometimes, I seriously doubted his age because he acted like a bitter old man. The only thing he had going for him was his looks, and I was sure I'd be grooming a crush on him if he wasn't such an asshole.
When he dismissed us, I took my sweet time gathering all my things, and by the time I was done, there were only a few people in the class.
He saw me approaching his desk and he subtly rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Jordan?" He asked when I was close enough.
"Nothing, dear Professor. Just for you to stop picking on me."
He sighed exasperatedly, falling back on his chair. "I'm not picking on you, Jordan. You weren't paying attention. I can't have that."
"Yes, you are." I gritted out. "Just because I refused to fuck you."
My friends always told me my mouth would get me in trouble one day, but I didn't believe them. Professor Mark must've thought the same thing because he looked around the class with wide eyes. Thankfully, it was clear. "Shut up. Besides, I didn't want that. I just wanted to take you out. Wanted, as in past tense, Jordan."
I pursed my lips. As I said before, Professor Mark was a handsome man. He was a lot taller than I was, being around 6'0 to 6'2. His brown hair was curled, parted in the middle and he had charming crystal blue eyes. Too bad he wasn't my type, if not, I'd have gone for it. "Whatever. Just stop calling on me."
On a normal note, I couldn't speak to my professors that way, but it was Professor Mark. If he told on me, I'd tell on him too, and I took advantage of that.
He sighed again. "Have a nice day, Jordan."
That was his way of dismissing me. Getting the message, I exited the class to see my friends waiting for me outside. All four of us were studying Mechatronics, so we mostly offered the same courses.
"With the way you're always with him, one would think something is going on." Blake snickered, flinging an arm around my shoulders as he pulled me to his side.
"There would be something going on," Cathy rolled her eyes, "if she would just woman up and fuck him."
"Don't say such crude words, Cat." I watched in amusement as Cathy glared at Spencer. She hated being called Cat. "My poor virgin ears might bleed."
Despite how outgoing I was, the three of them were the only friends I had. I and Spencer met in our senior year of high school. He was a transfer student and I was a nice girl who wouldn't let a person like that be friendless. Transitioning was always hard. When the time came for college, both of us applied for the same ones, the rest of our friends scattering across the globe. Spencer was half Korean and had the softest hair to ever exist. Even if his mother wasn't in the picture, he still made sure to learn the language and cursed with it whenever he was angered.
Blake was his roommate, who also happened to be studying the same course as us, making us fast friends. He was also part of the hockey team, which automatically made him popular, his blonde hair and green eyes attracting the female population like magnets.
Cathy, however, was a girl I met at my first college party. A guy had spiked her drink and she almost drank, but I quickly smacked it out of her hand, its content decorating the floor. It'd almost led to a fight, but when I told her I saw a guy putting something in her drink, she was nothing but grateful. She had long black waist length hair and was from an Indian heritage.
I didn't know how exactly we became friends, but we did, and now, even if she had other friends, she hung out mostly with us.
"What do you think, Jordan?" Blake nudged me, bringing me out from my thoughts.
"What do I think about what?" I asked, not realizing we'd reached the parking lot.
Spencer rolled his eyes as we all stopped by his motorcycle. "We were thinking of having a movie night instead of attending a party like we usually do. What do you think?"
My eyes widened slightly. Why were they putting the pressure of making a decision on me? I couldn't even lie that I had to study since we all offered the same things. I didn't have to think for long before I came up with something though. "I wasn't planning on attending the party anyway," I told them. On seeing that they were ready to cheer though, I added. "But I do have a client that needs his work done by tomorrow morning."
"What's the point of writing when you don't let us see?" Cathy asked as she also hopped on Spencer's motorcycle, wrapping her arms around him. They claimed they weren't dating, but I was sure they were going on another date.
"It's called Ghostwriting, Cathy."
"Then, write your own stuff." She deadpanned.
"I only write for the money as a side hustle. It's not a career path."
"Whatever."
"You guys should have fun though. I'll be there on the next one." I yelled out as Spencer rode past us without even saying bye.
"Why lie?" I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, but then I remembered Blake was still present. "You're still going to make another excuse the next time. If it's not partying, you aren't in."
His tone was accusing and his green eyes were daunting as though he knew I was lying. I was lying about writing, just not about delivering to a client. I just couldn't tell them what my client wanted.
"I promise I'll be at the next one," I assured him, even if I wasn't sure I would. Giving him a brief hug, I strode to my car, not looking back to see if he was still standing there before driving off.
•••
I stood against the wall, tapping my feet in impatience. I looked at the time on my wristwatch; he was six minutes late. He wasn't supposed to be late at all, not in this line of business. The only reason I was still there was that I'd already delivered to my top customers. I just had the party left to attend. Even if no one ordered beforehand, I'd make a few sales.
He finally showed up after an additional two minutes of waiting in the dark alley. "What the fuck is your problem?" I asked in anger.
"Sorry," he winced. "It was hard to get out without my wife asking questions."
Marco was a fairly new customer of mine, but if he kept up this attitude, I'd be forced to cut him off. I couldn't have people wandering about and seeing me as suspicious. It wasn't my fault his fucking wife didn't know he did drugs.
Shaking my head in irritation, I gave him the package he'd requested. He stared at the plastic bag in inspection, nodded, and then, smiled at me. Then, he dug into his pocket and brought out a thick wad of cash.
Counting it, I frowned. I looked up at him suspiciously and counted again just to be sure. "You're twenty dollars short."
"I am?" He asked innocently.
"Yes." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Oh, I didn't know."
This was the part of the job I hated the most. When guys thought they could intimidate me because I was a woman. "Marco," I warned.
Marco scoffed, not reading the threat in my tone. "Eighty is all I have. Take it or," he shrugged nonchalantly, "throw it away, I don't care." Yeah, I was definitely cutting him off.
He turned around to start leaving, but I couldn't have that. I still had to give a cut to my boss, and he wouldn't tolerate any losses. I dragged him back, simultaneously whipping my gun out. "Look here, Marco," I sneered. It was either I sounded threatening or have my boss cut off my head. And he was just the third in command. "I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it."
Marco laughed. "You silly girl. Stop playing around with that. Give it to me." He reached out for it, but I pulled it behind me. He laughed again. "I'm pretty sure there are no bullets. Do you even know how to use it?"
I clicked the safety off, pointing it at his head this time. "Do you still think I can't use it?"
He clicked his tongue, still not believing me. "Do your worst."
I didn't really like resorting to guns, but I had one just in case. Agitated, I drew it to his leg and pulled the trigger, the silencer silencing the shot, and the force of it still took me by surprise. Marco's hiss could be heard clearly though. "Do you have the rest of the money now?"
"You fucking bitch."
He went to bend down to tend to his injured leg, but I stopped him by placing the gun under his chin. "The money," I growled out. I'd wasted too much time on him when I could be busy selling the rest of my drugs to my college kids.
Frantically, he pulled out another wad of cash, throwing it at me. "All for twenty dollars."
I smiled sweetly at him, placing the silver metal back in my jacket pocket. Counting that bundle, I figured it was another eight dollars. I wasn't going to give him any change, the extra sixty dollars was for compensation. "Nice doing business with you."
"Just get the fuck out." He hissed out.
"Gladly." Just because I was annoyed, I connected my knee with his groin, hearing him cuss out again. "Cagna." I scoffed as I stepped around his hunched form, exiting the alley.
I still had plans on going to the party I told my friends I wouldn't attend when I got a text message from my Capo, Carlo, the guy who hired me, that had my heart racing.
Boss: The boss has requested for all his dealers. Come to the main house.
Alessandro Maurizio was back in Chicago?
“Make love to me.” I pleaded. I wasn’t thinking straight and I was only doing this to get back at Benjamin but the way Saint was currently looking at me did not help with my decision making. “Make love to you?” He repeated. He was probably baffled seeing as I was dating his nephew. “Yes.” I didn’t back down. Saint took a few steps closer to me, making me falter. Was he finally going to throw me out of his room for talking such nonsense? I held my breath as I waited for the inevitable rejection. “I don’t make love, mia cara. I fuck.” ~•~ When Adriana Jensen catches her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend, her first idea is to get back at him by sleeping with his uncle, Saint, but when she is rejected by him, she sees it as a challenge and stops at nothing to make him break before their trip is over. Saint Rossi has no business lusting after his nephew’s girlfriend but he cannot help his obsession, especially after she boldly gives herself to him. He tries his best to stay away from her because she is too good to be brought into his darkness, but it seems like fate had other plans for the pair.
Larissa Maynard, engaged and ready to be married has her life turning upside down when her ex boyfriend suddenly shows up at her doorstep on the night of her engagement party. Caspian Bianchi let go of Larissa years ago due to his ties with the mafia, but after hearing of her forthcoming marriage, he decides to do everything in her power to win her back. Would his determination get him what he wants? Or will the secret of their lives break them for a second time? “Do you remember what I told you when we were together? I told you you were mine forever.” He reminded me. It was something he had said a lot but he was in love so it was expected. “I wasn’t kidding, Larissa. You are mine. You always have been. You always will.” His hand trailed down my body and went into my pants, finding my wet fold through my panties. “I am getting married in six months,” I said, trying not to moan as he rubbed me right where I wanted it. It was embarrassing how I gave in to this man whenever he wanted, but that didn’t mean I liked it. I hated him and I hated what he was doing to me. “I swear on my life and yours that you will not marry Alexander Theodore.”
When Aria Jennings loses her previous job because she repeatedly came in late, she has to find a new job as soon as possible because she has to take care of her son. On a night out at the bar, when she was drinking her miseries away, she meets a handsome stranger, to who she spills her problems. To help, he offers her a card to one of the biggest companies and asks her to contact them for a job. Desperate, she does exactly what the stranger tells her to do, and surprisingly, she gets the job, only to start working and find out that the handsome stranger is her new boss. How does she fit in with her new colleagues when it is obvious to everyone that she is her boss's favorite?
"You're the moon wolf, Lola. You're the wolf with the power of the Moon goddess", Serena said and collective gasps were heard in the room. After being rejected by her mate in Moonlit pack, Lola escaped on a full moon only to enter the territory of the next Alpha King who also happened to be her second chance mate. Adrian is the next Alpha King but he hasn't been able to assume his role because he needed a Luna by his side. A rogue that trespassed on his territory, whom he ordered be killed turned out to be his mate leaving him in a dilemma. Will Adrian reject Lola because she came into his territory as a rogue? Will he overcome what happened to him in the past and give Lola a chance or reject her and go ahead with Fay as his chosen Luna? What will happen when everyone finds out just how much power Lola wields and how she's supposed to protect her kind in an oncoming war? Find out in Lola - The Moon Wolf!
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.
The kiss grew more passionate as he felt her warm supple body pressing against his chest. He couldn't believe how soft she was. He was gentler this time, making love to her with a slow, languorous pace, pausing now and then to check the expression on her face. Kira was. transported. She no longer felt the fabric of the sheets underneath her. One moment, she was floating in the air, cuddled by cotton candy clouds. The next, she'd become one with a dinghy, bobbing up and down with the undulating waves. His scent enveloped her. He was on top of her, using his arms to support his weight and avoid crushing her. She snuggled up closer to him, safe and snug, cocooned in his warmth. Kira had always marvelled at Austyn's stamina, but he outdid himself tonight. In the midst of overwhelming rapture, Kira still had the presence of mind to broach the subject she'd been meaning to bring up. 'My dad's medical bills.' Austyn paused. He frowned as he looked into those beseeching eyes. 'It'll be taken care of by the end of business day tomorrow,' he said with a bit of an edge in his voice. Kira breathed out. ****** She is a 21-year-old college student who dreams of becoming a journalist. He is the heir of the McCarthy family and president of a business empire. She is bright-eyed and vivacious, a glass-half-full kind of gal. When life throws her a curveball, she knocks it out of the park. He is the archetypal alpha male, aggressive and domineering. Endowed with both brains and brawn, he steamrolls over his enemies and rules his company with an iron fist. The two would never have crossed paths if not for a cruel twist of fate. Kira's world was turned upside down when her father was hospitalised after a car accident. The medical bills were astronomical. Austyn McCarthy offered her a way out. The price: becoming his contract wife. At night, he consummated their marriage but called out another woman's name. Who was she? Why did Austyn marry Kira if he was in love with someone else? Kira was his lawful wife, but she had no right to ask these questions. Then one day, the woman showed up in front of her.
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.