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"Ryder, we... we can't do this. This is wrong," Bella gulped down with fear. "But it doesn't feel wrong, baby girl," Ryder announced as he tore her panties in one hard yank and thrust hard and deep into her wetness. "You feel like the only right one when I am inside you," he gritted out as he never stopped plunging into her. Bella and Ryder have been inseparable since childhood, their bond forged by their parents' deep friendship. But one night, their relationship takes a fiery turn, igniting a passion that neither of them can ignore. Bella knows she can't trust Ryder with her heart. He's the notorious mafia leader known for his "one and done" approach to women. Serious relationships have never been his style. But the longer she tries to resist, the closer she gets pulled toward him. Ryder isn't ready to let her go, either. He knows he wants her more than he's ever wanted anything in his life because one night was not enough after tasting the forbidden fruit. Determined and relentless, he's willing to cross any line to keep Bella in his life. As he unleashes his seductive charm and cunning tactics, Bella struggles to protect her heart from the one man who has the power to shatter it. Will Bella resist Ryder's magnetic pull and safeguard her heart, or will she succumb to the dangerous allure of the man she's known her entire life? Full of action, suspense, and thrillers. 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, B D S M, Forbidden, Mafia Billionaire Romance
*Bella*
"No! Leave me!" I shouted, my voice trembling as the boys cornered me on the sofa, their hands all over me.
I regretted coming to this house party. At first, it had seemed fun-a chance to loosen up. I'd had my first drink and danced like I didn't have a care in the world. But then, everything went downhill. My head started spinning, and I felt myself losing control. Before I knew it, some boys dragged me upstairs, locking me in a room with them as they tried to force themselves on me.
"No!" I yelled, shoving one of them as he leaned in, his face so close it made me panic. My vision blurred, a mix of alcohol, tears, and fear, making it hard to see their faces clearly.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud crash. One by one, the boys were yanked away from me. Through my haze, I saw Ryder's face, filled with worry, as he called my name in an anxious voice.
Relief washed over me, and I let myself go, closing my eyes and collapsing into his arms, knowing I was safe now-safe with him.
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"Bella! Bella!" I heard someone calling my name, their hand gently patting my cheek. I forced my eyes open, but even that felt like a struggle.
"Thank God you woke up," Ryder's deep, familiar voice pierced through the fog in my head.
I instinctively snuggled closer to him, breathing in his intoxicating scent. God, he smelled so good.
"And who said you could drink?" he rebuked, his voice taking on that firm, authoritative tone he always used when he was upset. "You're only eighteen. I'm going to have everyone at this party arrested."
The dangerous edge in his words snapped me awake, my eyes flying wide open. "No, please don't," I begged, my voice slurred and desperate.
"My friends are here too," I added, clutching his shirt as panic set in. "I don't want them to get into trouble."
"Then promise me you won't go to these kinds of parties," he demanded, his tone stern, making me swallow hard.
"Okay!" I whispered before leaning against his chest again. Umm... he felt so good. What was wrong with me? I shouldn't be feeling like this for Ryder Knight. Yes, he was the Ryder Knight-probably the city's richest and most eligible bachelor-and I was... nobody.
Ryder was a very handsome, charming twenty-eight-year-old billionaire and the owner of Knight Enterprises, a company he had propelled to success with his sharp business acumen. But it wasn't just his genius that drew people in; his undeniable charisma made him utterly magnetic.
Our dads had been childhood friends, but that's where the similarities ended. Ryder's family was wealthy, practically untouchable, while my dad was just a humble serviceman. There was no comparing the grandeur of the Knights to our modest life.
When I moved to NYC for college, the Knights became my safety net. They were always there for me, especially Ryder. I had known him since my childhood. He'd always seen me as a kid, a little sister, and referred to me as his baby girl. When I moved to his city, he made it his mission to ensure I never felt lonely. Every Friday, no matter how busy he was, he'd pick me up after classes. We'd either go to his place or his family home, share meals, and spend the rest of the weekend together.
"I want to go home," I murmured in a sleepy voice.
"I got you, baby girl," he whispered in my ear, and his deep, manly voice made my heart flutter with an unknown sensation.
The next thing I knew, I was swept into his powerful, muscular arms, and he was carrying me toward his Lamborghini. He gently placed me in the passenger seat, leaning over to buckle me in. His minty breath brushed against my face, and for a split second, my breath hitched. I suddenly wanted to kiss him.
No, no, Bella. Don't think about him like this. He only sees you as a sister. It's a sin to want this.
Even though he was the sexiest man alive, Ryder was out of my league, and I couldn't afford to mess up our relationship.
I closed my eyes and leaned back in the car seat. I heard the door of the driver side open and closed and sensed Ryder taking the driver seat. And the next moment the car began moving.
I didn't realize I slept the whole ride and woke up to find myself scoped in Ryder's alluring embrace again.
"Sorry, baby girl. Did I disturb your sleep? Let me take you to the bedroom," he murmured as he kept walking toward the bedroom. When he placed me on the bed and was about to leave, something inside me snapped. I didn't want him to go. It felt like if he left, I wouldn't survive.
He kissed my forehead and started to pull away, but I couldn't let him. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His eyes were full of confusion, his lips parted to ask something, but before the words left his mouth, I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his.
"Ah, no, please let me go! I can't do it again," Sofia cried as Leonardo thrust hard once more after cuming inside her for the fifth time. "You can. Now be a good girl and take me as deep as you can. You're my wife, and it's your duty to serve me in bed," Leonardo groaned, never stopping throughout the whole night. Sofia's life takes an unexpected turn when she's forced to marry a billionaire mafia boss because her stepsister backs out. Sofia shuns the idea of marrying a wealthy man after her mother's life of hardship. However, her stepmother trades her off to the ruthless billionaire, Leonardo Morelli, in exchange for a business deal. Known as the devil, Leonardo Morelli lives up to his reputation—cold-hearted and merciless. He despises Sofia without even meeting her, believing she's the daughter of a whore. Although their union is meant to last only three years, he vows to make her life miserable, blaming her for the last-minute bride switch orchestrated by their parents. As they navigate this contractual marriage, enduring each other's company becomes a daunting challenge. How will Sofia find a way to survive under the same roof as this formidable devil? Full of action, suspense, and thrillers. 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, B D S M, Forbidden, Mafia Billionaire Romance
"When are you going to kill her like you killed her family and pack? She doesn't deserve to be your mate. She's weak and wolf-less." Avery, my mate's former lover, spoke in a bored voice from behind the wide, thick doors. I gasped in shock, covering my mouth to hold back the tears. My mate was responsible for killing my family?! And now, he was plotting my murder with his lover! ___ Selena Ardolf had always been the perfect Luna and a devoted wife. Her only flaw? She couldn't give Alpha King Zander Blake an heir. But just when the Moon Goddess finally blessed her with the miracle of pregnancy, fate delivered the most devastating news of her life-Zander had massacred her family and annihilated her pack. As if that pain wasn't enough, he had also betrayed her, breaking their sacred mate bond by cheating on her with his childhood friend, an Alpha's daughter. Heartbroken and shattered, Selena made the only choice she could-to protect her unborn child. She rejected her ruthless Alpha mate and vanished without a trace, keeping her pregnancy a secret from everyone. But fate had other plans. Years later, she is forced to face her ruthless ex-mate once more. This time, Zander seems more obsessed than ever, determined to claim her at any cost. However, Selena is no longer alone. A mysterious vampire prince shows up, declaring that she is his mate-Arabella, from the ages-and he has come to take back what is rightfully his.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."