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I didn't think I am the type of girl that love a dominant man. I definitely didn't see myself falling for one. Until I met "Killian". He infuriates the hell out of me,he broke down my wall,barge into my life,making demands and stealing my heart. And I let him. I couldn't feel for years. I felt numb or angry. Numb or angry,and nothing else. Until Daya Bulldozed her way into my life. What started as a 1 night stand turned into a forever thing. Daya infuriates me, after ruining my sex life and giving me blue balls for 2 months.. One day she appears out of nowhere..once again turning my world on its axis and shattering my defense. I fell irrevocably in love with her,it scares me. I don't plan to let her go now, not ever. Even though she hates me.even though she is very much pregnant..I will still make her mine. Nothing and no one can stop me.
You feel so good Killian,don't stop please"..she girl wreathing beneath me moaning loudly..It pisses me the fuck off,her nasally voice is grating on my nerves and distracting me from finishing...I wanted to finish and throw her out of my apartment..pant house actually.
Her moans increased,fucking with my concerntration again.i didn't want to hear her stupid voice,she isn't the one I want.i close my eyes and all I can see is the fucking red headed girl with stricking blue eyes.how can I be inside another woman and thoughts of her still plaugues me.....growling with annoyance,I adjust my position,throw the screeching banshee's legs against my chest and pound in one go,she screams and i slam my palm on her mouth,muffling her annoying voice. pounding into her with all my pent up anger,like a mad man.her eyes widen and tears trail down from the side of her eyes but I don't relent..I pound into her like a man possessed and she clutches my wrist,holding on to it like it's the only thing keeping her from falling off the bed.
Suddenly I don't see her face anymore,her dark brown boring hair turns into flaming locs in my eyes.her brown eyes turns into blue,the bluest I've ever seen and I grow harder and pound into her with renewed strength,her eyes lit up and her muffled moans increases.probably thinking something she did excites me..only if she knows that I see another woman's face as I am balls deep inside her..
She starts clawing at my wrists, frantically trying to ease my hold on her mouth.i remove my hand from her mouth and stand abruptly,my cock going soft instantly.
She gapes at me,confusion marring her face.
"Clean yourself up,get dressed and leave"
"What the actual fuck?.I didn't even finish.omg"..she screeches,face turning red.
"Your voice is fucking annoying". Walking to my bathroom I throw over my shoulder "My driver will drop you off at your apartment....have a goodnight Charity"
"My name is Cheryl you asshole" she screams after me.
Slamming my bathroom door I turn the shower on, tuning out her angry voice,blasting the shower on a freezing temperatures..I brace my hands on the tiled wall,I watch as water pour from my head and pool at my feet.
Angry as fuck at myself.and at the redhead Stranger.
Annoyed that I have let this continue for too long.
Two long Months now.Two months of torture...two months of blue balls and unfinished sex.
I shouldn't have gone out that night to the club.i should have stayed home and sleep or even fucking read.
But I went out,and met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,flaming red hair,blue eyes unlike I've ever seen before and red full lips.she enchanted me.because how else will I not have the urge to have sex with another woman without seeing her face.I had the most amazing sex of my life that night and woke up to my bed empty.she was gone and I didn't even get to know her name..the only indication that she was in my apartment is her smell lingering on my pillow and bedsheets.
And that was the last time I had good sex.
I have not been able to have sex with any other girl without her face haunting my thoughts..it pisses me off that a complete stranger has this hold over me and I don't even know where to find her.
I even start to avoid any red headed woman and brought home boring bland cheryl home to see if I could actually finish this night.
Big fucking mistake..her voice fucking piss me off.
I still couldn't get off.
Sexually frustrated and pissed.
I finish my shower,dry off and wrap my towel around the waist.
I enter the bedroom and meet it empty.the content of my drawer on the floor and my bed covers on the floor.
Sighting. I pick them up.change my sheets and lay down to sleep.
Tossing and turning for the rest of the night.
Haunted by a certain blue eyed witch with flaming red locs.
"ENZO RICCARDO" The name that could make even a grown man wet himself.. The name only uttered in hushed whispers. Some call him the devil himself, the manipulator, the cold-blooded savage man. The king of the underworld I have caught the attention of this monster. It's too late,I didn't even see it coming. I am to marry him in a week time. He doesn't even like or know me. The worst part is that no one can save me.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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 three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
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."