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- What did you think you would come up here with me for? So we could play with dolls? You wanted to come up, so let's finish this and then you can go, but now, how about showing me how you fuck the other guys? My jaw clenched tightly, it's a wonder I didn't break a molar. What? What kind of girl did he think I was? I was still a virgin! I wasn't a hypocrite, I knew very well how things were done, but I thought it would be more relaxed, I didn't even have to be romantic. It was my first time, I wanted it to be different, not just any old fuck. I was not just anyone, and I had saved myself for a special moment. Okay, I was afraid to tell the truth, after all, what could a virgin offer a guy like him? My thoughts dispersed, I felt the warmth of the closeness of his cock as he pulled my panties aside and penetrated me. - Ahh! another scream. The impression I had, besides the feeling of being invaded, was that they had taken a red-hot branch and stuck it in me. Or a sharp dagger. The pain was excruciating, and I had to practice my doggy breathing, because it hurt like hell. I let out a muffled groan of pain and held his arms so tightly that I watched my knuckles turn white. I don't think he even noticed; because of the drinks or not, he didn't even stop, continuing to thrust one after the other, while underneath him, my tense body was writhing in pain. It was then that something happened that surprised me, he leaned in even closer, dragging his nose across my cheek and my breath caught. It was not a romantic act, it was an act of control. Soon his hand was on my mouth, lowering my disgruntled whimper. Of course, he didn't ask and didn't care if I liked it, he simply pulled out of me and my body screamed with relief, but it was only to roll me onto my back. His spit-moistened fingers poked at my sore and irritated entrance. Soon, he continued to penetrate me while pulling hard on my hair. I felt the first tear resulting from the pain involuntarily drip from my right eye. I never thought I would think this about Luck, but what I wanted most of all was for it to be over soon. - Ahh... girl, you are so hot... I'm gonna cum! He lets out a loud groan and finally pulls out of me. For a moment I feel stupid, dirty. But I can't wait to get away to my friends. I watch as he sits on the bed and removes the used condom. I get up with my dead body, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. -What do you think you're doing? - His voice is as hard as his body. - I'm not finished with you. Then I laugh a bitter little noise that doesn't belong to me. It's ridiculous. I'm smart, rich, well-educated. I can leave this room whenever I want. He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne, and with muscles trembling, I brace myself for the onslaught of insults and anger I see in his eyes. But he only repeats - I'm not fucking done yet. - Then he kisses me on the lips. I realized that Luck was an insatiable guy, since that night we fucked twice more before falling asleep.
Eleven years earlier
I sat on the edge of my father's bed. The once active man now lived mostly sedated. I actually preferred it that way. At least he didn't scare me, like when I would start moaning and screaming at night because of pain. He wore an oxygen mask to help him breathe, his arms were connected to the access that brought the medication to his body, and there were also monitors that beeped all the time. I still don't understand all this very well, what I do know is that he is very sick.
- I know you're going to be all right, Dad," I said as I kissed his cheek.
his cheek.
I took my Teddy bear and lay down next to him, curled up. I was wearing a polka-dotted jacket that went down to my shins, and my hair was down to my back. I fell asleep for a moment, and woke up with his dry cough.
No.
No.
No.
I couldn't stand it, he was clearly in pain. Where was Clarissa? She used to be a caring nurse, but I could clearly see that she no longer took the same care of my father. "Maybe she has given up," I thought as I sobbed softly at the edge of the bed. I felt her hand slowly rest on my back.
- Nicole? - he said in a hoarse voice, letting out another cough.
- Yes, Dad. - I slowly stood up and sat down beside him.
- Don't cry, little one," he said with difficulty. - You were the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you so much.
I closed my eyes as Daddy ran his hand over my face, wiping my tears away.
- You deserve all the love in the world. - Cough. - One day someone will love you so much. And it will be so perfect... So pure. - Cough.
- Please Daddy, stop talking, it's not doing you any good.
- It always does me good, being with you. I'm sorry I haven't been around longer.
- It's okay. - I tried to fake a smile to make him more comfortable.
- It's not, child. I'm sorry... I'm sorry. - He shook himself, and then choked fiercely. The monitor started beeping.
I got up and ran to go after Clarissa. As I got down from the bed, I ran into her, who hurried past me and started to stir the medication. It was as if time passed in slow motion. I could see her screaming, but I couldn't understand anything. I tried to get out, but my feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. My face froze. My eye wandered back to my father. He was white, his eyes were open, and there was blood in his mouth. Dad started coughing up blood.
- What's happening? Daddy! - I screamed, as I cried.
- Get her out of here! Get her out of here!
I don't remember who pulled me out, whether I fell asleep or passed out. I just don't remember.
I woke up in the morning and I was in the same clothes as before. My head hurt. I looked at the dresser, there were some neat black clothes on top. I got up and went straight to my father's room. I pushed the door open. Everything was clean. He wasn't there. The bed was neatly made up with a white sheet. There were no more monitors, nothing. The smell of bleach was so strong it burned my nose. I took a few steps back and bumped into a woman about twenty-five years old, blonde, pretty.
- Hi, I'm Summer," she said as she held out her hand to me.
- Hi, Summer," I said awkwardly. I didn't shake her hand. - Where's Dad? - She closed her mouth in a straight, unfriendly face, and then smiled. - Where is Clarissa? - I said, looking around for her.
- We won't be needing her care anymore.
- But she was looking after my father.
- Your father won't need any more care either.
- Why? Where is my father?
- You're very agitated, young lady. I need you to change. We need to leave," I said gently, but not allowing room for discussion.
I left, went into my room, and changed.
Hours later, we were walking through a garden that I didn't know. I was finding it strange. Where was everyone? Where was Madeleine? Matthew, Summer, and I followed him to an unknown gentleman. He was reading words that I didn't really understand. I felt agonized, not knowing why. My heart began to ache. I just wanted to leave.
I felt cold hands resting on my shoulders. I looked up and Summer was there, with the same warm smile.
- I'm sorry, honey, it's time to say goodbye.
I looked at her, it was obvious that something had happened to Dad, but why wasn't anyone saying anything? She took my hand. I instinctively didn't want to go, it didn't feel good. She pulled me in and I nodded my head in denial.
- Come on, honey, please! - She stared at me.
I gave up and gave in. I walked behind the gentleman who had just spoken, and my eyes ran to my father. He was lying in a black coffin, his eyes closed. His face was peaceful, there was no blood or pain.
- Daddy," I called in a low voice, almost in a whisper. - Daddy... - I called again, not sure if my voice came out this time.
- You just need to say goodbye, sweetheart. - Summer looked at me with big brown eyes.
- I don't want to say goodbye. - I looked up at her pleadingly.
- Don't make this difficult. - He held his lips in a thin line, clearly losing patience.
- No," I shouted, causing a few people around me to turn to me. - Daddy, wake up! Let's go home! - I tried to shake him off. My hands were blocked. - Let me go! - I looked up, as Matthew held me. - Please, Matthew! - I pleaded. Tears streamed down my face.
- I'm sorry, Nicole. - He didn't even look me in the eye. They started to lower the coffin. I panicked. How could they have put him there? - Daddy! Come out of there! Daddy, please get up!
I managed to get loose and reach the coffin. Sobs came out of my mouth. Matthew grabbed me again and put me on his shoulders, I hit him. I screamed, but it was no use, he was taking me away from my father.
- Please, Matthew, call Madeleine! She'll get my father out of there!
- I'm sorry Nicole," I heard him whisper. - I'm so sorry.
It's funny how small choices can make us completely lose our way in life. And that's how it was with Jamie, I felt like I was on a merry-go-round of emotions. Each day struggling against the unbridled course of this situation. But you don't know what that's like, do you? Right now I should be feeling guilty, but oh God! I can't, because the devil asked me to dance. And I liked it.
"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?"
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?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.