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."
Elena
For those who like guys with warning signs.
Red is my favorite color too.
I can clearly remember the moment my dad got shot right in front of me, but what hurts the most is not being able to picture the face of the actual shooter. I wouldn't recognize him even if he walked past me. On that fateful day, my dad decided to take me on a trip to escape from work stress and spend some quality time with me. Little did I know that it would end in pain and sorrow.
Initially, I was afraid of the ocean, but that fear faded as I grew to love it. I started appreciating the gentle waves that softly approached my feet, creating a soothing crashing sound. The water's rhythm echoed my heartbeat, forming a beautiful melody. The breeze tousled my hair, turning them into wisps that touched my face and floated above my head. I cherished everything about the ocean and wished I could stay there forever.
"Are we ready to go?" my dad asked.
Wanting to savor the ocean a bit longer, I replied, "Not yet." He nodded and went to check us out of our hotel suite. He assured me he would join me shortly, and he did.
After settling the bill, he signaled that he was ready, and I followed him to the car.
"Wait, before we leave, I have something for you," he said, holding my hand and reaching for his pocket. He pulled out a box.
Smiling with curiosity, I asked, "You got me a gift?" and hugged him.
"Yes," he replied, handing me the box. I opened it to find a silver necklace with "Nana" on it - his affectionate nickname for me. My smile widened.
"This is gorgeous, Dad. Thank you," I put it on, admiring its beauty. He grinned.
"Come on, let's go. We'll be late."
The drive was quiet but comforting. Although the silence tempted me to close my eyes, I resisted. I wanted to stay awake. Time with my dad was precious, and I didn't want to miss any part of it, even the journey home.
"Sleep, Peach, if you want," he suggested.
"No, I'll stay with you," I blinked repeatedly, trying to stay alert. "I really enjoyed this trip. It's kind of sad that it's over."
"We'll have more. We can come here again next time I take a break from work."
"Your work is tough; you never get breaks."
He chuckled, "I promise I'll try to make the next break sooner than this time."
"We'll see," I teased. The silence returned, and I gazed out the window, watching the trees pass by like scenes from a movie. The wind brushed against my face, but I refused to close the window. I enjoyed the feeling, captivated by the beauty around me, even if my eyes teared up from the wind. I guess something in the breeze was to blame.
"What's wrong?" He concernedly asked.
"Something got in my eye," I whined as I wiped it. I hissed, "Damn it."
"Do you have tissues? Try to wipe it."
"I don't. Do you?" I started looking with one eye open around the car to find anything to wipe my eye with. "Do you have it here?" I opened the glove box in front of me. I silently gasped. It was a picture of my dad with a woman. My heart dropped. Is that mom?
"Elena! Close that." He pushed it back. My brain was acting so slowly that I didn't move for another minute, trying to comprehend what just happened. Was that really mom? Why did I never see that picture? Why didn't he want me to see that picture? We never talked about her. I knew talking about her made him sad, and I hated seeing his widened eyes closed and the disappointment that filled his face when I mentioned her. But I knew nothing about her.
"Was...was that...mom?" It felt weird saying that. His silence made me sure it was her. That was mom. I saw what my mother finally looked like at twenty-three years. I never met her. I never knew what she looked like or what she acted like. Whenever I ask about her, he changes the subject. I never knew if she was even dead. I grew up making myself believe that she died when she got me, and he is scared to tell me that. "Dad, I'm old enough now to know what happened to her."
"Am I not enough for you?" he jokingly asked.
"Dad," I sighed. The same sentence he says every time I mention her name.
"I don't get why you want to know, seriously. It's not important." He said, "She's just not...around. She never was." His calm voice became aggressive, and I didn't know why.
"Did she cheat on you?" I brutally asked, expecting him to be broken or angry. But he laughed.
"What are you saying, sweetie?" He hit the wheel, laughing some more.
"Then what happened, Dad?"
He coughed. "Let's talk about this later. Now tell me, what are you planning on doing when we get back? I don't think I will be staying the night at home. I have to go check on the company."
"Dad," I paused, "I'm letting it go this time, it's long overdue. No! Not this time." I insisted on knowing. Before, I didn't care much, I only asked when she crossed my mind, wondering where she went, what she did, if she died, and why she died, but he didn't answer. I would drop it and get taken aback by whatever he said next. But her picture choked me. Why is her picture in his car? And why did he never show it to me?
"What would you like to know?" The way he asked this made me sure that whatever I said next, he would not take it seriously.
"What happened to Mom? And why is her picture in your car when you never showed it to me? You told me you don't have pictures of her because she hates taking pictures."
"She did."
"Then what is this?" I opened the glove box again and pointed at the picture. I stared at her some more. She was beautiful. I softly smiled. She looked kind of like me. She had wavy, dark hair and hazel eyes. Her smile was flawless.
"I...didn't know I left that there."
"Still?" I raised my eyebrows, "when did you think you didn't have it anymore?"
"I don't know, Elena. It probably got here with some documents I keep there or something. I don't know."
"What is wrong with getting to know her or even seeing her? And why are you never telling me about her?"
"Because it's best for you that way."
"Dad, I want to know."
"I don't want you to; it is what is best for you and me even." His voice became louder.
"Dad, but I'd like to know; she is my mom, and I deserve to know, don't deprive me of this."
"What do you want to know?"
"Why is mom not around?"
"Because she left."
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?
"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.
(!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.***
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"