"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.
NIVEA PERSPECTIVE
"I found myself in an unconventional position, one unlike any 'job' I had taken on before. Then again, desperation for money had a way of making me overlook the need for specific details. The opportunity presented itself as a last-minute gig offered by Valerie-slinging champagne and canapés at a masked costume party. Little did I know that my roommate was secretly involved in organising these eccentric masquerade events for the wealthiest, and perhaps the kinkiest, individuals in Manhattan, New York.
As I pondered this revelation, a distinguished gentleman with snowy hair made a grand entrance down the spacious hallway. His elaborate peacock mask added an air of mystery, and he was flanked by a pair of buxom young ladies, each clinging to one of his saggy arms. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the trio wordlessly paused, allowing the ladies to lean in and share a passionate kiss. Their masks, intricately crafted from sparkly black Chantilly lace, added a touch of glamour to the scene.
In the flickering glow of the low candlelight, the girls' flawless curves seemed to dance, accentuated by the sultry ambiance.
Valerie used her keycard to discreetly open an employee door, allowing us to slip inside before we attracted any attention. Despite being masked, we were instructed to remain inconspicuous, avoiding the gaze of party guests unless actively serving them or engaged in conversation. Adherence to these guidelines was just one of the numerous rules that the 'service staff' had to comply with to ensure compensation for our services. Signing an extensive nondisclosure agreement, resembling a chapter book, was another prerequisite for a single night of temporary employment. Nonetheless, the allure of earning twelve hundred dollars for the evening made me throw caution and care to the wind.
Abiding by the rules of unusual party regulations meant that I could now afford more than just a diet of ramen and oranges for the entire month. The employee corridor, the most unembellished section of the luxurious mansion, served as a welcome retreat. This escape was particularly necessary, considering the extravagance that unfolded within the Castlerock estate.
Notwithstanding the mansion's live music and the captivating performance of a nude ribbon-wrapped stripper dancing above the pool, the hallway for the workers looked very different. The fancy clothes of the guests and the unique masks they wore, made from all sorts of materials and colours, added to the beauty of the faraway estate. From the special guests to the luxurious inside, everything in Castlerock seemed magnificent.
It was a temple of luxe debauchery for the ungodly privileged.
Another waiter scuttled past us with a tray full of heavenly-smelling appetisers to make my stomach growl. Thankfully, the gurgle in my belly was overpowered by a woman's cry of ecstasy.
"Omigosh!" I gasped at the sexual sounds reverberating through the concrete wall. "Did you hear that?"
"Shhh, quiet, you prude! You're going to get us fired!" Valerie hissed, tossing me a cheeky wink. "We're not supposed to talk about what we see or hear on the clock, remember?"
"But-!" I sputtered.
Another husky moan penetrated the wall as a spirited thumping started up from the other side.
"C'mon, Nivea!" Valerie urged as her steps quickened. "It's just a job; ignore it. Got it?"
Muted grunts and muffled wails filled the cramped hall as we tried our best to ignore the erogenous sounds of other people's pleasure. Even more shocking was the occasional rattle of chains or the distant crack of (what I think was) a whip!
"How did you find this job again?" I whispered as loud as I dared.
The titillating sounds were winding their way into my ears and arousing more than my curiosities. Heat flushed my whole body, working its way to my cheeks and warming the inside of my mask.
"Mike," she shrugged her petite shoulders, grazing the tip of her blunt blonde ponytail. "He used to work with the hosts or something like that. Just be grateful you're not serving upstairs."
"Why? What's-?" I muttered into the empty circular tray I had clasped to my chest to hide the pinch of my nipples. "Never mind."
The narrow hallway ended abruptly at a door with no handle. Valerie waved her thin grey keycard over a cubed screen to make it retract into the wall, revealing a bustling kitchen inside.
"So, what if it's a little Eyes Wide Shut? You can't argue with the paycheck!" She shouted over the clatter and clang of activity. "Am I right?"
She had no idea how right she was. I needed the unorthodox paycheck as much as I needed to stop thinking about other people having sex.
Carefully, we steered through stations of cooks prepping the delicacies on our trays. Blades glinted and flames flared as servers poured in and out of the whirlwind.
I peeled off from Valerie and made a beeline for the bronze armbands.
Your armband denoted the floor you served. Since she'd been working these sexy soirees longer, Valerie got to prowl the second floor, where gold armbands and the most elite of the upper crust were allowed.
Bronze stuck to the ground floor only (another of the rules clearly stated in our contract).
With a fresh platter of crab-stuffed mushrooms balanced on my arm, I found my best friend in the bedlam.
"Want to go out after this and get a drink of our own?" She asked as soon as we were safely inside another hall full of horny sounds.
"You're not going to Mike's anymore?" I broached the subject as lightly as possible. They were on and off so much that you'd think she was dating a light switch. "I can't; I've got work tomorrow."
"That was Mike's excuse too," Valerie said, rolling her bright blue eyes inside her mask. "I swear, Nivea, it's like you're allergic to fun."
I didn't retort. All evidence to the contrary, I liked fun. I just didn't have the time (or the disposable budget) for it.
"I'm sorry, Valerie," I murmured. "I know you were looking forward to seeing him tonight."
"Oh, please! It's fine," she scoffed like it was no biggie when really, we both knew better. This was typical of Mike, and it drove her batshit crazy. "At least he's willing to go out on his days off. Unlike some people, I live with."
I kept my attention on her tray while she threw me the stink eye.
"Look!" I sighed. We were inches from the door that would take us back to the party, and yet, so far from the escape I desperately needed,. "After tonight, I could probably afford to go out next week. One time though, OK?"
"Wha-at?" Valerie blurted, stopping altogether.
So, of course, I slammed into my bestie's backend.
"Watch out!" I squeaked, wobbling to hold onto my tray. "Geez! You were almost wearing these mushroom caps."
"And you almost gave me a coronary!" Valerie howled as she activated the door to step into the modern, gallery-like decor of the west-wing hallway. "Girl, I don't think you've done anything resembling fun in years!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't think I'd be divorced before I turned twenty-one," I muttered (not to mention drowning in someone else's mistakes). "That doesn't mean I want my terrible life choices announced out loud."
Echoing laughter danced with a seductive remix of classical music as we stepped into the opulent hallway.
"Oh, goodness!" To my dismay, Valerie wasn't finished. "Nivea, we need to schedule a shopping trip for that bush waxing! And girl, do you realise the last time we went out, you had a fake ID?"
Attempting to hush Valerie, our conversation was abruptly halted by a more pressing issue than the chaos of my personal life.
"Shhhh!" The sharp reprimand caught us both off guard, causing us to pivot in our sensible shoes. "Could you keep it down?"
The woman overseeing us, a striking blonde named Karen, lowered her handheld butterfly mask to shoot us a disapproving scowl. While that alone could have left me melting to the floor, a peculiar sensation interrupted.
Warning: Strong language, Sexually explicit, use of weapons and knives, murders and sexual aggravations, please read with discretion, only should be read by people above the age of 18. Stanley Rodriguez was on a mission to take over another mafian empire, which happened to be a threat to his business, when he met a femme fatale named Martina, aka Midnight. He lost every bit of control to this assassin seductress before he could even realise it, but Midnight was also lost in his arms, so together, they were strong enough to conquer the Rodriguez mafia gang. "Every time I look at you, I get weak in the knees, like my legs lose their bones at the sight of you. You are the perfect description of divinity in persona; kiss between my thighs and fondle my breasts, for I am yours eternally."
"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."
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.
(!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.***
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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.
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.