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I am a sex slave, someone who is owned by someone else and forced to perform sexual acts for them. To use a more precise term, "whore" probably best describes what I am. You see, in exchange for financial support, I have made myself completely available to a man. This includes, but is not limited to, complete devotion, confidentiality, and the satisfaction of his every physical desire in any way he sees fit. The irony is that I didn't have to live this way, but I did so voluntarily. Well, I didn't really have a choice because a better chance hadn't come up yet, but I still went with it. I wasn't forced by anyone... No one seek me out. There was no abduction or brutal beating to force me into submission. I chose to go willingly. And I did it all, fueled by the desperate need to safeguard a precious life. My name is Lalaine Brown, and this is my story.
Perspective of Lalanie.
After negotiating with Scottie, I decided to move in with my "owner" for two years. In no uncertain terms. Then I could go about my business as I saw fit. I didn't know what kind of life that would be at that point, but I knew I had to keep my optimism.
Two years was a small price to pay to make sure my mom and eventually my dad got some time together.
The club music from upstairs throbbed through the walls and took control of my heart rate, but I fought tooth and nail not to envy those revelers who had no idea about the hidden club underneath their feet.
Something else was washing over the women below. We walked past the doorman who was checking names off a clipboard. He recognized us and our purpose, so we were immediately permitted entry.
Walking past the line of women blocking the hall nearly made me lose my composure. They seemed like a diverse group, with some bearing an air of royalty and others appearing to be veterans of the big leagues for the first time.
They were all standing naked in front of a wall of mirrors with a number taped to their stomachs.
A "two-way mirror," as Del put it. "Every customer tonight has a full synopsis of every girl up for auction. Then they are herded like cattle into this area to be exhibited to the high rollers. This allows them to scope out the offerings and determine which destitute young lady might be worth placing a bid on."
"Wow, you're helpful, Del. Nothing about that makes me feel bad."
"Oh, hush. I didn't mean it that way," she said, trying to reassure me. "You are far too talented to be engaging in such nonsense. You are not like them." She pointed at the other female students in the corridor. "That being said, I do understand. I don't know of anything more selfless than what you're doing for Fate."
As I avoided making eye contact, I thought, "Those other women could have very well had their own Fate at home." As we neared the end of the corridor, Del rang the bell.
A voice yelled for us to come in, but I became anxious when Del stepped aside and pointed toward the door. I knew that the onset of full-blown hyperventilation was imminent.
"Hey, look at me." Del made me look at her directly. "You needn't enter that building. Right now we can turn around and leave."
My voice shook as I said, "No, we can't," despite my best efforts to calm down.
"I'm unable to accompany you inside. It's up to you from here on out," she said, her regret and concern barely concealed.
As tears threatened to spill over my cheeks, I nodded my understanding and lowered my head.
Del grabbed me in an unexpected bear hug, practically squeezing my lungs to death. "The answer is yes. Maybe even some satisfying sexual encounters will result. Maybe. Maybe not. Don Juan could be hiding behind the mirror, ready to sweep you off your feet at any moment."
"Ha! I laughed it off and mustered a half-smile as I pulled away from her protective embrace. "I'll make it. All you have to do is make sure the jerk who ends up with me keeps his end of the bargain. If he doesn't, I want the FBI to come in here with their guns blazing.
You know it already, girl. You have my number, so get in touch with me as soon as possible with updates or I will have to take legal action. I better head back to the bar before they fire me and reveal everything I know about you. However, keep in mind that I like you, sort of, and shit."
Even though Del wasn't the mushy type, I understood that as an expression of love. She swatted me on the rear end and said, "Give 'em hell, babe," before kissing my cheek and walking away. I was not fooled by her guile.
When she thought I wasn't looking, I could tell by the way her shoulders hunched and she dabbed at her eyes with her fingertips.
I whispered, "I guess I like you, too," after she had left the room.
I faced the exit, steeling myself against the possibility of faltering and turning back. Seeing her face made me realize there was no going back for me. I then unlocked the door and entered the office to complete the contract signing process.
Scottie's office had the kind of opulence I would have expected to find in the home of a Mafia don.
The walls were adorned with fine art and there was plush carpet on the floor. The ceiling was centered with a beautiful chandelier.
They tried to lull me to sleep with classical music drifting from hidden speakers. The patrons might have felt more at ease among the sophisticated music and decor, but I was skeptical. Even if you dressed up a pig in a suit and tie, it would still smell like a pig.
Scottie had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other as he sat at his desk. He sat back in his chair, feet up on the desk, and seemed carefree as he directed an imaginary orchestra with his fingers.
He looked at me, grinned, and sat up straight while butting his cigarette in an ornate marble ashtray. "Hello, Ms. Brown. I was hoping you'd be able to make it tonight."
I straightened up, chin up, and stared him down. Until the money changed hands, I was in charge of this transaction. I wasn't going to let Scottie Christopher fool himself into thinking he was anything but a go-between.
"I said I'd be here, and so I am."
He got to his feet and walked over to me, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was examining me thoroughly.
"That's something that's excellent. If you hadn't shown up, I might have dispatched a rescue squad to find you. You're going to be very profitable for me tonight."
As the daughter of the Alpha King, Cielo can do anything... that includes killing her rogue mate and living according to her wishes—but that's what she thought. The Wolves council forces her to attend the claiming ceremony and the order doesn't end there... They gave an order that if she can't find her mate, the wolf council will appoint someone for her. With her strong personality, will Cielo be able to obey the order? or she will defy it and do what she wants...
Elleina's mother is dying and the only one who can help them is her grandfather who doesn't recognize them as family. Even against her will, Elleina pleaded to her grandfather and to her amazement he agreed. "I will help you save your mother's life... I'm also willing to give you all my wealth, but on one condition... Marry Alexander Kenneth Grandson." Fix marriage... This is the reason why my mother ran away from my grandfather and I am tempted to do the same, but I clenched my fix. "Fine! For my mother's life, I will marry whoever you want!"
"I dare you... C'mon Ethan... Reject me if you can..." His eyes narrowed as a slight shock was reflected. Obviously, he did not expect does remark for me. For Sky, the future is not in her hand. In an instant, it can change and she has no control over it, just like an event that changed her life. In a blink of an eye, the life she was used to disappeared, and in that moment on, she lived in a nightmare. The plot to kill her... The jealousy that she never dreamed of... And the betrayal that she never thought would happen... No one knows that reclaiming control over the future would include so much from Sky.
The rogues were hunted and killed for a long time, which is why Allison and her mother lived in hiding and moving from place to place. However, there is a place where people like Allison can live peacefully and safe from the wolves that hunt them... The Highland Valley. That's why this place became Allison's dream. She works hard to save enough money and she did. She succeeded in entering Highlan. Allison thought her life would be peaceful, but she was wrong... It turns out, that the new alpha hates rogues like her and he will do everything to eradicate them completely.
Lost her mother at a young age, her relationship with her father is distant, Chelsey's only hope is her boyfriend Josh. Although the latter is a little bit of a jerk, Chelsey's decision is final... She will give herself to him on the day of her awakening. However, this is not the case because before her wolf awakening, Josh found his real mate which caused him to leave without explanation. Although brokenhearted, this is not her priority... Her main concern is the night of her wolf-awakening, where she is vulnerable and easily targeted by the distraught wolves in town. Scared and hopeless, she met Cain... The guy overflowing with authority and handsomeness. Is he a guardian angel who will save Chelsey? or he is also one of the men waiting to take advantage of her...
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.”
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."
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!"
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.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?