(!8+, sexual content and strong language) "The taste of you is divine, feels like i'm fucking an angel. Ivy, take my soul, i'm all yours" Murphy said Billionaire technology visionary Ivy Vanderwalt embarked on a mission to improve the world alongside the six men she holds dear to her heart. Yet, her pursuit of success exacted a profound toll. Now, faced with an unrelenting and formidable menace born from the very technology she pioneered, she must muster every ounce of her strength to safeguard not only those she loves but also herself from this relentless adversary. Murphy has always been a beast in bed. He knew the exact place to stroke, how hard and how quickly to make me lose my mind. I straddled him, riding his cock with my eyes trained on Will's as the bastard grinned scandalously. Moaning lowly, I clinched down as tightly as possible. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." Murphy groaned beneath me. I held his hands as they settled on my breasts, squeezing and pinching my erect nipples. "I could watch this view all day for the rest of my life." "Some of us want to taste the view too. You can't hog all the cookies. There's always been plenty to go around." Bradley commented, sidling up next to the bed, nude. "Are you still on your period, Murf? A little tense?" He ran his eyes down my bouncing frame. "Because just a few minutes inside her should cure whatever the fuck it was that crawled up your ass and died." ***This is a reverse harem story. It features a single woman with six men.***
"You know that they'll come for you eventually, right?" My adopted father and mentor looked at me with a grin, but I didn't find it amusing at all. "I don't think this is something to joke about."
"I'm not joking, dad," I replied with a casual shrug. "I'm just thinking about you being all tough for the guys." When I said "guys," it didn't really fit because they were grown men-big, full-grown men.
He grumbled and shifted the papers on his sturdy oak desk. The London skyline served as a backdrop, with twinkling lights all around. He let out a deep sigh, his shoulders tensing up. Anxiety etched his face as he ran a hand through his long black hair.
"I'm not threatening you for them. They said it... I just felt I should forward the message."
"Alright!" I raised a palm in mock surrender and said, "Message received, loud and clear."
He frowned. "But you still won't come home?"
My throat squeezed at his tone. "You know I can't."
"It's dangerous for you to be out there alone."
"Nothing is more dangerous than being at home."
"At least at home, there's someone to protect you."
"If I will always need a protector, what do I need all this tech for?" I knew that my eyes were glowing now, and my system flickered to life inside me. "I should just get it removed and call Viber Tech now, ready to hand over all my designs."
"Hey!" He shouted, "Don't you dare do that. Don't you dare let that animal take what you worked so hard to do. And damn you for threatening to do that."
"That's what has happened anyway, dad." Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, and my voice broke. Frustration gripped me, and I promised myself I wouldn't cry. "I'm just trying to make this right."
"By disappearing? Leaving the five behind?" Another sigh left him, his hand fisted until his knuckles turned white. "Leaving me? I'm your father, and I don't even know where you are right now."
Well, that wasn't technically true. Garett Jones wasn't really my father, though he was the one to raise me. My parents met their untimely end twelve years ago at the hands of the father of the man who now runs Viber Technologies.
I was too young and too weak to save them. That's what drove me to do what I had to do. That's why this whole situation was going to shit... is shit.
"Just know I'm safe." I tried. He looked so withdrawn, pale, and exhausted. "Have you been sleeping?"
"No." He mumbled, "How can I? You're gallivanting across the globe with no protection."
"I'm not gallivanting... I'm more... traipsing." I laughed.
"This isn't funny!"
Immediately, I sobbed up. Garett was right. This was no laughing matter. Real people were after me-dangerous people-which is why I had the six in the first place, but the dream was perverted.
"I'm sorry, Garett." His wandering gaze latched onto mine again. "This isn't a joke, and I don't consider it to be. I need to do this. You have to understand."
"I don't understand, Rose." He tapped his fingers on the desk, staring pensively out in front of him. "But there's nothing I can do about it."
"There, that's the spirit!"
"That doesn't mean I'll stop the six."
My throat struggled to swallow. "They won't find me either; please tell them to stop looking."
He smiled then, exposing his crooked white teeth. His beard was thicker and untrimmed, and his eyes were red. The worry was getting to him, but this was something I had to do.
"It doesn't matter what I say."
"Yes, it does."
"No, it doesn't. Men like that. Men who feel like that."
Suddenly embarrassed, I squirmed in my seat. "Men who feel like what?"
"Men who are desperately in love like they are will move heaven and earth for what they want."
I scoffed. "They aren't in love with me."
"Don't lie to me." He chastised sharply. "I thought it was just Finch, but all of them? They're possessed, obsessed with finding you."
"They won't. I'll be fine."
"You should call them."
"And have they threatened me face-to-face? Don't think so. It's not needed. You'll tell them I'm fine, and they'll let it go."
He didn't look convinced. "If you say so. I just want you safe and sound."
"I am, dad." My eyes drifted to the clock. "I've gotta go."
"I know." His sad tone tugged at my heartstrings. "Same time next week?"
Nodding, I forced another grin. "Same time next week."
The screen went black. Garett was gone. He was on the other side of the world, tucked into his neat office, and here I was, rampaging across the United States on fumes.
I hadn't wanted to spend time talking about them. The last nine months had been literal hell. Every cell inside of me was screaming to go back home and let them have me again.
That was why I left in the first place. The need to be with them-the need to let them catch me-nope! I shot up in my seat, dumped the burner phone on the passenger side, and drove to the nearest phone recycling bin, fighting off the desire to relive my heated nights in bed with them.
I chucked it inside and drove off, hitting the highway to make the six-hour drive back to Thungston Canyon. The sleepy community housed just over 80,000 people. It was just off the main highway, easy to get into, and even easier to leave.
My fingers tapped the stereo to the whining beat of Aloe Blacc as I drove under the scorching sun. A lead weight settled at the centre of my chest as my thoughts turned again. It had been nine months since my disappearance, and I was still no closer to correcting the glitch in coding.
The technology underneath my skin was functioning, barely, and still very much tied to the Six. Even though they could read a lot of my body functions, my location was elusive and constantly pinged far out of the way. It took hours of studious work to create the complicated network used to house it.
I could feel them too. They were deranged, horny, and tittering on the edge of oblivion with me gone, and that was the issue. All my work had fallen under a code glitch.
Each and every single one of them was suffering from the same feelings. They had to have me. They had to touch me, kiss me, fuck me, and love me.
With just Finch feeling this way, I was drowning, and now, six? I could barely breathe. They never let me out of their sight, and rarely did I have more than five hours of sleep a night. It was five cocks down my throat before breakfast and at least two up my throat before I went to work.
I was cornered leaving the lab, trapped in the shower, fucked in limos, and fingered at movie theatres. There wasn't a moment of peace, and I was tired of it. I had to find a way to fix the code, or I'd
My brain ground to a halt. There is no or for me. I had to find a cure, and with my current alias starting at Thungston Canyon High School tomorrow, I didn't have a moment to lose.
"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," she whimpers, her voice more desperate as I bite into her skin. I stop and smirk against her neck, savoring her submission. I pull back, admiring her. She's a beautiful, needy mess, just for me. "Was that so hard, Sia?" I tease, enjoying the control I have over her. They were forced into a marriage, but fate had other plans. What started with resentment turned into something deeper. She wanted to hate him, but he replaced all her anger with tenderness. "It's hard to explain," I sigh. "I'll listen, baby," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "Just talk to me, please."
If it were up to him, he would have broken her into pieces and never put her back together. Instead, he let her build herself up, watching her fall and rise, die and live, float and drown, all while controlling her body like putty in his hands. Dominic was never gentle; his methods were unique. He understood her completely and used her own strengths against her. Sheila knew what she was getting into, but nothing could have prepared her for Dominic who made everyone obey him, including her. How would she survive his ways, or could she even survive at all?
Warning: Reader's discretion is advised, gun violence, assault, sexually explicit, violence and use of strong and abusive words "No matter how gloomy he seemed, I could spot a tiny angelic spark in his eyes. "Stop, we cant be doing this!" I shouted, but my words were cut short as he forcefully pressed me against the wall. I almost choked on my breath, feeling the intensity of his action. His adorable blue eyes stared into mine, making every bone in my body go weak. He smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on me. "You got too comfortable with me, doll, but I haven't revealed Huncho's true capabilities to you," he muttered. Breaking our eye contact, he leaned in close to my neck. My heart raced in sync with his, and every breath he took sent tingles across my body. Fearful of my own words, I bit my tongue. "And I don't think you want to know," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine as his words tickled my ear. I took a deep breath, attempting to gather my thoughts. Returning to meet my gaze, he sought to gauge his impact on me. However, I resisted, smirking as I lowered my chin and looked up at him. "You're all talk, Huncho," I whispered, not even blinking. I noticed a gulp rising in his throat, strengthening my smirk. "Even when I'm in your grasp, you're still under my control."
"Nivea never imagined that her life could take a stranger turn than working as a waitress at an exclusive erotic masquerade ball for the ultra-wealthy. However, everything changed when she captured the attention of her stunning billionaire boss, Christian Bart. What initially began as a night of anonymous indulgence swiftly evolved into a whirlwind of emotions, propelling Nivea into the harsh realities of the affluent and influential. Christian Bart: I've never been captivated by a woman, and I've certainly never experienced love because, to me, it's nothing more than a fabricated illusion, a chemical deception posing as momentary madness. It's all a strategic exchange, but for individuals like me, it's a cutthroat takeover. At least, that's what I convinced myself. Then, that tempting young woman entered my world and turned everything upside down. Nivea James: Talk about a bizarre night. I faced harassment, assault, and termination (not necessarily in that order) before spontaneously igniting into unbridled sexual passion with my former boss. And Christian Bart wasn't just a sophisticated billionaire and an untouchable green tech mogul. From his deep blue bedroom eyes to his emanation of restrained power, he posed a danger to both my well-being and my undergarments. We were a fleeting enchantment, an extraordinary accident that left my legs trembling and my body yearning for much more.
Emily Larson is a well-educated virgin who's decided to save herself for marriage, and she's quite knowledgeable about the ins and outs of intimate positions. Her story unfolds as she catches the eye of a CEO billionaire, Liam Robert, a man of multiple facets. Liam Robert is not just a wealthy businessman; he's also an advocate for various important causes like world hunger, clean energy, and environmental issues, making him a prominent figure in the tech industry. Despite his philanthropic efforts, he's known for his playboy persona, often surrounded by a bevy of women. Liam's charm and charisma are as notorious as those of Tony Stark's. Emily works at an exclusive country club and finds herself spellbound by Liam, even though she's aware that she's far from his usual crowd. She secretly admires him from a distance, but Liam never seems to acknowledge her beyond the role of a mere servant. Emily understands the harsh reality of beauty standards, and she believes herself to be far from Liam's league. In an attempt to move on, Emily starts dating an average guy she met on Tinder, Matt. He's cute and likable, but Liam's allure keeps pulling her back in. When Liam unexpectedly becomes her knight in shining armor, their story takes a wild turn. The playboy billionaire starts showing genuine interest in the seemingly not-so-innocent bartender. The story promises a rollercoaster ride of rags to riches, the taming of a player, and the transformation of a sex-driven man into a potential husband. Along the way, love triangles, jealous boyfriends, fame, paparazzi, Twitter hate comments, lavish nights out, and an escape to an island add drama to their budding relationship. Emily Larsson chooses to lose her virginity to the daring billionaire, Liam, or will she stay committed to her first boyfriend, Liam? Read on to uncover the passionate and tumultuous journey that awaits them. After all, being pure doesn't mean being inexperienced, and locked cherries can drive any man crazy.
Eunice finds herself trapped in an unfulfilling and discontented marriage, where her primary focus is keeping her husband content. However, her life takes a surprising turn when she crosses paths with two intriguing men who force her to reevaluate her desires and priorities. As she delves deeper into this new chapter of her life, Eunice uncovers a side of herself that had long been suppressed, along with a love that defies conventional boundaries. This tale explores themes of polyamory and romance, where the dynamics involve multiple partners in a mixed-gender context (MxFxM), adding layers of complexity and passion to Eunice's journey.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
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 never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked 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?
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.