"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Having been ignored the first time she called out to her mother, Lucia turned to face her with tears in her eyes. Yet, She didn't spare a glance at her own biological daughter.
She called out to her again "Mom."
"Do not call me 'mom' . I don't have a wicked daughter like you," Stella retorted, interrupting Lucia before she could speak further. How could she even have the guts to still call her mother? Stella regretted having conceived a daughter like her. If only she had known, she would have strangled her to death when she was still a baby.
Lucia wanted to explain. But no matter how many times she does, no one believed her. Still, she continued to plead, "Mom, it's not what you think. I am not the cause of Sophia's death. I really didn't-"
A palm landed on her cheek with a resounding smack.
And though she knew it would leave a red mark, it was the least of her worries.
"How dare say you didn't mean it? Can you swear that you have nothing to do with Daniel? That you were not jealous of Sophia one bit? That you don't want to marry him?"
Lucia remained silent.
Yes, she had loved Daniel for a long time now, was that wrong?
Stella shot her a deadly glare as if she was the enemy. She placed her hand back to her side, while Lucia simply covered her swollen cheek with her hand. Streams of tears streaked down her cheeks again.
This was her mother. The one who gave birth to her, her biological mother.
"Mom..." She called again.
"Enough! I am not your mother. I only had one daughter, and she died because of you."
Her mother finished talking and took her expensive purse when she walked out. She could never forgive her daughter.
As she was about to leave the room, she heard Lucia say in tears, "Mom, you never treated me like I was your daughter. Sophia was the one you treated more like your biological daughter."
The elderly woman stopped at that . She suddenly came to the realization that what Lucia has said was true. She seemed to have truly forgotten that Lucia was her biological daughter, the one that she had carried to term in her own stomach. The one she was related to by blood.
She opened the door in embarrassment and staggered out.
Betty, Lucia's best friend came and knocked on the door. She entered and met Lucia inside the room. She rested her hand on her shoulder. "Lucia, are you alright?"
Lucia picked up the powder puff and started patting her face. Her makeup had worn off... again. But no matter how much powder she applied, she could not hide the fact that she wasn't beautiful. She was the ugly duckling of the family but she had a body that men would die for. Big firm breasts and a huge backside. No man can resist her shape and curves!
"Lucia, you don't have to go through with the wedding, okay?" Betty pulled at her hand. "Lucia, it's not too late to turn back now. You can leave him and go far away. Without this wretched love restricting your life, you can be yourself."
Lucia only shook her head. "I can't..." She looked at her hand. Her ring finger was bare, but soon there would be a ring occupying that empty space.
"Betty, you know what?" she lifted her head and looked at her best friend in the eye. She lifted the ends of her lips into a foolish smile. "I want to gamble with everything I have. Just this one time. If I leave now, I won't ever get to have a second chance. Even if that chance was never meant to be mine. Nevertheless, I still want to take it."
"Even if it meant destroying yourself and losing everything you have?" Betty's voice rang chills in the air. She could not understand why a foolish woman such as her best friend would exist on earth-one that would knowingly choose to face a future of pain and suffering? She was better off dead!
How could she be so foolish to venture ahead knowing what was coming?
"Yes." Lucia placed a hand over her chest, and physically there was nothing. But deep inside her chest, a piece of memory was embedded; no one else knew about it. No one.
Betty reached out her hand and picked up the makeup kit. She tenderly powdered Lucia's face which made the girl smile, however, there was a look of absent-mindedness in her eyes.
If only the amulet was still there at that point in time, would things turn out better? Would that change her life?
If only. There were just too many ifs and buts.
She closed her eyes and went back to the time when she had her 5th birthday.
She was five that year and Sophia was four.
"Sister, what's that on your neck? May I have it?" Sophia lifted her head in a princess-like manner. She looked at the item hanging around Lucia's neck. She had never seen anything like it. It looked nice.
"Sister, can I exchange my doll with you for that?" She pointed at the doll in Lucia's arms which Lucia actually also owned.
Lucia shook her head and put the doll down. By instinct, her hand moved up to wrap the amulet with her palm. She could live without the doll even if she received a beating from her mother for it-even after her four-year-old sister made her a scapegoat.
"Sister, give it to me." Sophia has always been a tyrant. She stood up and sprang towards Lucia. The only thing Lucia could do was to repeatedly retreat.
"Sophia." Stella hastily walked over and hugged Sophia's small frame.
She started bawling as soon as she saw their mother. "Mom, I want the thing hanging around sister's neck. But she refused to give it to me..."
"Lucia, give that to her. It is her birthday today." Stella glared at Lucia. She thought, " How could she be so thoughtless? She should have given that to her younger sister! "
Lucia's grip on her amulet tightened. Her lips were pressed into a thin line in silent protest.
"Lucia, give it to me." Stella stretched her hand out. Sophia bawled even more in her arms. She was beating her mother as she cried, "Mummy, I want it. I want..."
"Give it to me." Stella stretched her hand even more. "Give it to me."
Lucia took another step back. She shook her head. "Mummy, this is the only thing I have. P-please... don't take it away. Please?"
"Enough!" Stella stood up in a hurry. She reached out and gripped Lucia with one hand, and with the other yanked the amulet from the girl's neck.
"Mummy..." Lucia watched her mother carry Sophia. She then walked away - just like that. Sophia was now holding her amulet.
"Mummy..." She was so sad that she pouted her lips. She picked up the worn out doll from the floor. "Mummy... she feels sad..."
But no one was there to answer her.
"Lucia. Lucia , what is wrong with you?"
Lucia slowly fluttered her eyes open when she heard Betty's voice ringing in her ears.
"Sorry, Betty. I just remembered something from the past." She apologetically smiled, though her eyes brimmed with tears.
"What did you remember?" Betty changed a new powder puff. Lucia was crying again, and there was no way to wipe the tears away- it kept coming. This girl could really cry.
"Nothing. Just some things from when I was young." She brushed off her friend's question lightly. She then turned to look at herself in the mirror. She might just be the ugliest bride ever.
The wedding would begin very soon.
The wedding between her and Daniel. She managed to smile while picturing it out in her mind. Her smile was stunning and precious, yet it lacked the beauty of a blooming Begonia flower and seemed to have lost many of its colors before it could even fully bloom.
Warning: Mature Content! "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as his erection sprang free from constraint. She marvelled at his thick, huge, long and veiny cock. She has never seen such a monstrous cock in her life before. It was by far bigger and longer than the ones she's ever seen in porn movies. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was instantly wet from just staring at it. She knew her anal hole was about to be stretched beyond her limits!
"Strip!" He ordered, desperation in his voice. "Please be gentle with me, it's my first time." " Of course I will be gentle with you honey. I want to make this as memorable as possible for both of us. I don't ever want to see you with any other guy after tonight. You belong to me. You will be all mine! Tonight, I will own your entire body and soul. You will worship me as your king. It's going to be a very long night. Prepare for Multiple Orgasms tonight. " Her body shivered and her nipples hardened at the possessiveness in his words. Warning: Very Hot Sexual Content. Must be 18+ to read. You've been Warned!
I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another shifter who loved me equally. How can this be possible? How am I going to deal with this?
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusionsāhe wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
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."
āYou need a bride, I need a groom. Why donāt we get married?ā Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. āShe keeps asking for a divorce, but I donāt want that! What should I do?ā
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."