18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom. "You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries." "I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more "Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream. But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him. **** I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too. After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him. But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....
Warning/ Trigger warning
This book contains strong mature content and illicit language, read at your own risk.
Evelyn
"You have no right to look this beautiful, Clara," I couldn't help my excitement, "Dad will faint if he sees you in this on the wedding night!"
Currently, Clara, my dad's fiance, was looking through the purchases we'd made since the morning; it was almost evening when we got back to our house.
"Evelyn, you have a way with words," Clara chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She sifted through the shopping bags, her fingers grazing the fabric of the black lacy nightwear she had pulled out, "Seriously though, how about this one?" she asked, holding it up for me to see.
"Well damn! You're surely going to look like a whole damn meal," My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but let out a whistle.
"You and your dad have a similar way of giving compliments, no wonder why he is so fond of you-- you are just like him," Clara burst into laughter, her infectious joy filling the room. She playfully slapped my shoulder, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Whatever you say, after a few years of marriage, I want a sibling. Do you get that?"
Clara's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and she let out a gasp, clearly caught off guard by my comment. "Evelyn..."
Noticing her furious blush I burst into a fit of laughter. Clara and I had developed a close bond from the beginning. After my parent's divorce, I hadn't seen my dad as happy with anyone until Clara came into our lives. She was genuinely kind-hearted and a better person than my mom, who had left my dad in his most vulnerable moment when he needed her the most-a business loss that led her to abandon him and me.
Amidst my laughter, I pulled Clara into a tight hug. "I love you, cutie pie."
"I love you too, Evie, " A smile softened on her lips as she hugged me back, "Thank you so much for accepting me in your and dad's life, it really means the whole world to me." She sniffled.
Knowing Clara for years, I was aware of her tendency to become emotional even at the smallest things. And at that moment, she was having one of those heartfelt moments again.
"So, you're unlocking the waterfalls again, huh?" I teased, a playful grin on my face.
A chuckle escaped her lips, and she nodded. "No, I am not," She smiled through her tears and looked at me before wiping away the moisture that had gathered in her eyes.
"No sermons today, my soon-to-be mother," I interjected, a rebellious edge to my voice,
"How many times do I need to tell you that you don't need to thank me for anything? Clara, you're the epitome of perfection for Dad. A thousand times better than my selfish mother, of course."
"Don't speak that way, Evie," she pleaded. "Remember, she's still your mother."
"As if I care," I scoffed, throwing myself onto the bed, heedless of the mound of clothes struggling beneath my weight.
"But, Evie..."
"No lecture for today my soon-to-be mother," I cut her off, "You better arrange that there'd be a whole lot of hot guys for me to fuck with. This virginity is tiring as fuck."
"Yeah yeah, so that your dad divorces me before we can even get married," She rolled her eyes causing me to burst into a fit of laughter. She was right, Dad was super protective about me, he had scared away multiple dates of mine in the past.
"Can we just pack Dad up in a suitcase and ship him off for a few days so that I have some freedom and fun?" I asked suggestively.
"I highly doubt your dad would fit into any suitcase," she shrugged.
Suddenly, without warning, Dad strolled into the room, catching both Clara and me off guard.
"Ah, so what exactly is the master plan here, ladies?" Dad inquired, his impeccable timing never failing to surprise us.
Dad and his uncanny knack for showing up at just the right moment!
Fuck my luck, oh well Clara's too.
"Nothing, Dad, we were just going over some wedding details," I stammered, trying to mask the obviousness of our prior conversation with a forced laugh. Yet, his expression betrayed what he saw through my feeble attempt.
"I happened to overhear the plans you two were discussing," he said, crossing his arms defiantly. Behind her hand, I could see Clara struggling to suppress her laughter.
My glare in her direction seemed to jolt her brain into action, and she quickly chimed in, "Samuel, it's not appropriate to eavesdrop on our conversation. It's downright...um..." She searched for the right word, "disgraceful, to say the least."
"Yeah, yeah," Dad rolled his eyes and took a seat on the sofa nestled in the corner of my room. "And I must say, it's incredibly considerate of you two to discuss the logistics of packing me into a suitcase. Bravo!"
Clara's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. She was at a loss for a suitable response.
"Then maybe you should stop scaring away my dates!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my frustration any longer.
"And maybe you should start finding decent guys instead of little rascals," Dad shot back without missing a beat.
"They weren't little!"
"Do you agree with the fact that they were rascals?" Clara laughed out and my cheeks burnt red in embarrassment at the realisation, well...I didn't actually bring any nice guy till now but that doesn't mean I was going to accept defeat in this argument.
"I mean, they were not rascals!" I glared at Dad.
"Of course, they were, "Dad spoke confidently, "Each of those boys was, none of them had good intentions."
There's the thing, I didn't want the good intentions....
"Why do you always meddle in my relationships, huh? I'm twenty, and I have the right to choose who I want to date."
"Of course you do, but if you consistently choose the worst among them, I reserve the right to intervene
Damn, Dad and his logic!
I was left tongue-tied at my place and I found myself heaving out a defeated sigh.
"Well then, I suppose that concludes our little disagreement for today," Dad declared, rising from his seat. "Now, my dear daughter and my fiancée, how about we put aside the idea of packing me in a suitcase and focus on actually packing our clothes for the trip? We need to leave early for the flight."
Clara interjected, "By the way, when is our flight?"
"We have to be at the airport before 9 pm," he checked his wristwatch. "So, we'd better start getting ready."
"Can't the flight be delayed? We just came back from shopping," I groaned, stretching my arms lazily above my head.
He shook his head. "Nope. We need to prepare the mansion for the arriving guests. They'll be here starting tomorrow."
"No rest for the weary, I guess?!"
"Probably not," Dad clicked his tongue, "And the destination wedding was your plan so you can't blame me."
"Ugh! You are so cruel!" I groaned burying my face into my hands
"Thank you," With that grin being flashed at me, he walked out of the room.
"Don't worry, once we get to the mansion, I'll figure something out," Clara reassured me, her words filling me with a glimmer of hope. "You won't have to lift a finger."
"I love you, I love you, I love you!" I exclaimed, throwing myself into her arms. She chuckled in response.
"I love you too, now go and get ready before the demon side of your dad wakes up," she teased.
"You're absolutely right," I laughed, before darting into the closet to start preparing for the journey ahead.
Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my new brother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.
Starting from being best friends to slowly departing as strangers and developing into the relationship of victim and bully, Aria's connection with Hunter didn't have any other specks to grow but when fate puts them under the spell of its own-The unexpected occurs, and on Aria's eighteenth birthday which she expected to be the best day of her life, becomes her worst nightmare. It turned out that her mate is none other than Hunter Rodriguez. On one hand, there was Hunter's realization of his mistake and his attempts to earn his mate's forgiveness and on the other hand, there was Aria's fight to resist the mate bond and her feelings for Hunter that grew without any boundaries. And once the sudden mysterious rouge attacks began to take over putting everyone's lives in danger; For the pack in need of a Luna --Aria and Hunter had to work together to overcome the storm. And....the destined bond demanded to be felt. But in this ever-growing fire and electric pull between them, there were someone's dark intentions and greed for power that threatened to tear them apart and Aria unknowingly became the main attraction of the one regulating all the attacks, this was the time for Hunter to prove his love and for Aria to make her decision. Is she going to succeed in keeping her feelings for the irresistibly handsome Alpha determined to gain his mate's forgiveness away or will she see through the blessing she supposedly considered a curse? what if before any of these could happen that the unknown enemy sheltering under the pack might win and destroy everything?
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward.. He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt. "I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall. "I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura.. "I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me.. "You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard.. "I will come to you every night to f**k you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer… My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me.. "Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to f**k you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it.. "If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places… "Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.