"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.
Midnight-the world's most feared woman-is a lethal enigma. Assassin, bounty hunter, thief, and business mogul, she dominates both the underground and high society. From exclusive speakeasies to the black market of jewels and weapons, her power is unmatched. Then there's Stanley Rodriguez-the ruthless American-Italian mafia Don. His word is law, and betrayal means death. No one dares challenge him. No one, except Midnight. When their worlds collide, desire and danger intertwine, threatening to consume them both. Meanwhile, Martina Vince, a cunning con artist hardened by loss and abuse, becomes entangled with Sanchez Romano-the charismatic leader of the world's second-largest mafia. When he offers her a deal-pretend to be his girlfriend for six months in exchange for stolen emeralds-Martina has no choice but to accept. But as deception turns into something deeper, and passion blurs the lines between pretense and reality, one question remains: Can they survive the fire, or will their attraction be the very thing that destroys them?
"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.***
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”