Mary wasn't prepared for her ex-boyfriend James to show up at her business meeting, much less for it to spark thirty days of intense passion. Â ***** Â Mary's love is journalism, and she will stop at nothing to maintain her father's newspaper business now that she is in charge of it. She simply didn't anticipate that James, her ex-boyfriend, would be her go-to person for support. The catch is that he seeks retribution for being betrayed in the past. He wants her to spend thirty nights with him in exchange for the money, but as their sparks flare, things start to go wrong. Is there a possibility that they will reunite, or will controversy and blackmail force them to split ways forever?
I'm hungry for your eyes, mouth, and body...
James said those exact things to me right away.
I yearn for your mouth, your eyes, and your kisses.
He was reading a poem in both Spanish and English in front of the University of Miami class on a beautiful October day. During the first week of classes, he had moved to Public Speaking 101. On the day he read aloud, he was observed by all because he had already missed several courses.
He was the center of attention for all the girls. Both were unable to
It was my nineteenth birthday.
James, who was rather tall, had on a simple black T-shirt and faded trousers. With his short black hair, dark lashes, and dark eyebrows, his face was covered in dark stubble, giving him the appearance of the devil's finest pupil. A red-lighting threat to my heart.
James just stared as he spoke. At me. I took a seat in the second row. I wanted to kneel at his feet and beg him to do everything he wanted with my body and soul because his eyes were so full of possessive need.
James gave me a half-smile that hinted at pleasure as he regarded me after he had finished speaking.
I was out of breath. Hypnotized.
"I'm grateful, Mr. Menendez. The professor's voice startled me so much that I quickly gathered my papers and said, "Ms. Lavoie, you're next." I grabbed one that had fallen to the ground and picked it up with trembling fingers.
I moved by James as he took his seat and stepped to the front of the room. Our eyes locked for a brief moment, and I swallowed hard. I folded my arms, and my lips were uncomfortably damp. I would have liked to take off my vintage Betsey Johnson slip dress with its black and rose print and my black flip-flops because I knew they scraped against my flesh. James looked at me, and I felt exposed. made me desire to strip off. alongside him.
The professor asked, "Could you please tell us the title of the poem you're reading?"
"I've chosen 'Sonnet Seventeen,' by Pablo Neruda," I said, stuttering as I looked down at the floor.
"Open your arms wide. Additionally, you'll need to speak up more. Recall that this is a lesson on public speaking, not whispering in public."
The few pupils who bothered to look up giggled, and I looked up at James. With his lengthy legs spread wide and taking up room in the front row, he slouched low on his chair. A seductive smile developed on the contour of his lips. My curly hair was tucked behind my ear.
I took a deep breath and started.
As I read the poem aloud, James gave me slow, lingering looks. His mouth opened, allowing me to see his tongue poking out from the corner. I grinned by the time I got to the second sentence. I kept it a secret from him. We had the impression of being the only two people in the space.
I shivered with restless need as I ran outside into the white-bright Florida sun after class. My wrist was softly grasped, causing my fine hair to shake on my nape.
"Mary?" he said in a soft voice.
"Yes."
I think I had kissed a couple guys at that point, maybe a bit more. I used to be somewhat shy. Additionally, I avoided guys that resembled James, primarily because I thought they wouldn't be interested in a woman like me.
"Where are you from?" My tiny wrist appeared so frail in his large grasp.
"St. Augustine."
James's smile showed off his dimples beneath his stubble.
He rhymingly added, "So, Mary from St. Augustine," and instantly won my heart. What do you have planned for the weekend? Are you planning to attend the Fantasy Fiesta costume party that everyone is talking about? Do you have makeup?"
For a moment, I could only laugh. I was notified about the party by my closest friend Diana, and she was pushing for me to go too. No, I had replied.
However, perhaps I would if James was present. Heat burst through my skin, like I'd been at the beach all day in August. His eyes glinted in the sunlight, a most unusual color, almost coppery.
"I have no plans," I said to myself.
One more smile, this one evil. I had never seen a man with such long eyelashes.
"Do you know what you should be for Fantasy Fiesta?"
He looked at me for a long, smoldering beat after I shook my head once more.
"Mine."
"You belong to me, lurline. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" Alpha Hadrianus Blaze, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favor from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Lurline, the daughter of Alpha Aldo who was an arch enemy to Hadrianus, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Hadrianus. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Ramona. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - 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 doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes 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?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
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.