Tasha is an engineering student who wants nothing but to finish college, get a good job, and be able to afford her mother's medical bills, but fate plays a dangerous game on her as she has to get married to the heartless CEO, who wants nothing but to own her body and soul. Total surrender was his desire. Would she be able to withstand his charms? Or would the fire of desires he kindled in her burn her? Find out in this steamy romance story. Nelson stared into my eyes as he thrust faster and harder into my tight pussy. I rolled my eyes at him, letting out low moans as I held his shoulders and bit his earlobes. I felt bursts of pleasure as our bodies intertwined. "I can never have enough of you, Tasha," he said to me as he turned me around, and I arched my body before his enormous dick. He rammed into my pussy again; this time he had full control. With one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulders, he fucked me hard, moaning and asking me to call him zaddy. I played by his rules, and the look on his face showed satisfaction.
Tasha's POV
Watching my mom struggle to move up and ease the itching on her back broke my heart.
I struggled to keep the flood of water gathering in my eyes from rolling down.
She was in severe pain, and there was nothing I could do to help her. I smiled pretentiously to assure her that all was going to be alright and I would be by her side till the end.
I kept smiling reassuringly as she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. The doctors always induced her when the itch and ache were too much for her to bear.
I blamed myself for not being financially stable enough to help her; the doctors said it was a hopeless situation and nothing could be done to save her.
I sat by her bedside, held her hands, and prayed for a miracle. Anything to make her feel better would make me the happiest person on earth.
The doctor walked in and asked me to see him in his office. I gently dropped her hands on the bed and walked into the doctor's room.
I sat on the chair and hoped for the best. He looked at me cheerfully, and I could tell from his smile that it was both good and bad news.
"Miss Tasha," he said,
"There is hope for your mom."
My countenance changed immediately, and my cheeks glowed with joy.
"Go ahead, Doctor Mike; whatever it is, I am willing to do it."
"There is a donor that matches your mom's case, but it will cost you two million dollars." He continued. "The surgery will make her walk again, and she will be able to continue her life once more. But if we don't hurry up, the infection will spread, and she might lose her life."
My mouth suddenly turned sour; I could feel my heartbeat racing, and tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably.
"Two million dollars, Doctor?"
Where would I get such funds???? Even if I sell all we have, it will amount to nothing, and yet I have to make sure Mom is OK.
In a daze, I scrambled out of his office without saying another word.
Mom worked multiple shifts at different jobs to make sure I was OK; she did not relent at any point until she had a drastic accident that almost claimed her life. Her spine broke, and it's even a miracle that she is alive at this time.
Now we have found a donor, but where would two million come from?
I left the hospital, walked to the roadside, and hailed a cab.
"Take me to the 90ties clubhouse," I said as I got in and closed the door of the cab.
When we got there, I gave him a ten-dollar note and asked him to keep the change. I can't believe I'm being so generous today; it must be what people feel when their whole world is collapsing.
I walked into the club looking like a rejected maid. My hair was tied like a horsetail, and I wore a black long gown that was slit at the right side. It hugged me so well; my curves were showing, and multiple eyes followed me as I walked to the empty chair in the bar.
I had no makeup on and wore a low-heeled black sandal with my purse in my hand.
I ordered a glass of whisky; it was my first time, so I had to take it slow.
I sipped a little, and it hit my mouth and my chest. I took more sips, and soon I emptied the glass. I could hear the loud music playing, the disco light spinning around in different colours and the giggles of ladies as they jumped and danced around men.
I ordered another glass, and this time the first sip got to half of the glass.
I got up to join the dancing crowd but was stopped by a loud sexy voice behind me.
"May I buy you a drink?" She asked politely
I turned around and saw a tall, slender, busty lady. Her presence was distinct, and she had a lovely smile on her face.
"No, thank you," I yelled back to her over the loud music.
But she insisted, and this time she held my hands and dragged me to a seat close to her.
"My name is Bernice, and I like you," she said to me as she came up close so I could hear her.
"Whoa, whoa, hold it, lady, I'm straight. I'm no guy, ma'am. You're beautiful and all, but I don't do ladies." I leaned in and told her, then reclined as I stood up to take my leave.
She chuckled and assured me that she was also straight, but she had a business proposition for me.
She took me to a less noisy part of the club, where we sat down and listened to her go off about some crazy plan she thought I could fulfill.
"Would you be interested in spending the night in a five-star hotel with an irresistible man? I promise he won't bite," she said sarcastically.
I looked at her, irritated.
"How dare you miss?"
"Do I look homeless or desperate to you?"
She smiled again and said,
"It's not for free, Miss uh..." She raised an eyebrow, silently asking for my name
"Tasha, it's Tasha," I answered.
"Miss Tasha," she continued with a nod. "If you are interested, I would write you a cheque or if you prefer, I could transfer 500 dollars to your account instantly."
My ears became sharpened, and I tilted my head to the side to calculate what 500 dollars could do for me.
"What will I be doing for the night?" I asked her, sounding interested.
"All you have to do is make my boss happy. He has wild desires and loves role-playing in the room."
I looked at her again; this time my eyes shot daggers at her, and she got the message.
I told her that if anything happened to me, I would call the police immediately.
She assured me that I was safe and had nothing to worry about.
"OK, send the money first, then we can be on our way." She agreed, and in less than 5 minutes, my phone chimed, and I was 500 dollars richer.
I took my purse and followed behind her. As we got to the front of the club, a convertible black Chevrolet was packed outside waiting for us.
As we drove to the hotel, she said, "Don't make him beg; just do as he says, and if he is satisfied, he might offer you more bonuses."
The thought of having more money gladdened my heart. But what kind of things will he ask me to do? My heart could not help but shiver.
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.
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. .
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
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."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife