He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * "Stand up and bend over the bench." I comply with his orders. "Are you yearning for me, Wifey?" "Yes. I want to feel you deep inside me." "But do you deserve it?" He taps his hardness on my wetness. "Just f**k me, Steve." "Seriously, you think I'll listen to you after what you did today?" He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. "Stay still if you don't want me to spank your little pussy this time. Understand?" "Yes." "Good." He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. "You're my wife." He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. "You belong to me"
Steve's P.O.V.
I'm Steve Grey, a billionaire who has everything in his life except a life partner. I have a fashion company, and my days are filled with the hustle and bustle of the business world. Despite the success and wealth, there's a void that only love can fill.
My father wants me to get married soon. He has given me two months to find the girl of my choice, and today is the last day, and still I haven't found her. Now I have to marry my father's choice because I just can't argue with him. For me, my father is everything.
I'm seated at the bar counter with a glass of drink in my hand, and with my two friends, Mike and Jace.
"Steve, look around, there are so many sexy girls. Have sex with them and relax your mind," Mike suggests, resting his hand on my shoulder.
"You know I'm not that type of man. I'll have sex with a girl with whom I fall in love." I respond, looking up at him from the glass of drink.
"You have such an old-fashioned mindset, Steve. You can have fun with girls sometimes. Come on." Mike remarks.
Jace intervenes, "Mike, let Steve make his own choices. If he wants to wait for love, then let him."
I'm glad that he respects my values.
"Call me old-fashioned, but I believe in the power of love and the importance of finding a soulmate." I answer Mike with honesty.
He steps down from the bar stool. "Fine! I'm going to have fun with the girls. You stay here forever with your old-fashioned thinking."
"I'm coming with you." Jace also climbs down from the stool. "We'll see you soon."
Then they both go to the dance floor, leaving me alone.
As I take a sip of my drink, I think about my father. He has always been there for me, guiding and supporting me in every aspect of life. I owe him everything, and the thought of disappointing him is unbearable.
If I want or not, I have to marry the girl of his choice for him.
I look around the bar, observing the crowd and people lost in their worlds.
Then only my eyes stop at a woman, dancing freely. She moves with grace and confidence. There's something about her that draws me in, a magnetic pull that I can't ignore. As she dances, I watch her, admiring her beauty.
She looks so breathtaking in a black dress. The fabric hugs her curves in all the right places, highlighting her elegance.
As my gaze travels upward, I see her long brown hair cascading down in loose waves, adding to her beauty. And I'm captivated by the way her eyes gleam with confidence.
As she notices me checking her out, she stops dancing and walks over to me while I keep my intense gaze fixed on her. She grabs her drink, taking a seat beside me.
"Is your plan to just check me out?" She asks in her husky and low voice, taking my breath away.
As I hold the leg of her chair, my hand brushes against her bare thighs.
"You're the first girl who has ever caught my attention." I whisper after pulling the chair towards me and moving closer to her face. There is some kind of magic in her brown eyes.
"Just cut the crap and tell me, your place or my place?" She asks me directly.
Her boldness surprises me, and for a moment, I'm left speechless, feeling a rush of heat coursing through my veins. The straightforwardness in her approach awakens something within me, a desire that I hadn't anticipated.
The magnetic pull intensifies, and I draw towards her in a way I hadn't expected when I entered the bar.
"Right now, right here." I answer and then capture her lips, cupping her face.
As our lips meet, a surge of electricity courses through my body. The intensity of the kiss deepens as we lose ourselves in each other.
The taste of her soft lips intoxicates me, and I run my fingers through her silky hair, pulling her closer to me.
I don't even remember when the last time I kissed someone in my life.
The kiss is electric, full of passion and desire. I just want her right now.
I'm shocked by my actions. Just a few minutes ago, I wasn't ready to spend a night with a girl, and now I'm all ready to claim the woman I'm kissing.
Little did I know this encounter might just be the twist in my life that I needed.
We reach a vacant room of the club, devouring each other's lips and roaming our hands all over each other's bodies. It seems as if this woman has hypnotised me. I have lost all the control over myself.
She takes off my blazer and unbuttons my shirt, kissing my lips. Then she pushes me onto the bed and comes over to me. I close my eyes and a moan escapes my lips as she caresses and kisses my chest.
Fuck! Her touch is so magical. I'm so aroused.
She again captures my lips for another passionate kiss and grinds herself against my bulge. I squeeze her hips and vigorously move her against me.
It's unbelievable that I'm doing this, but it feels so good. I feel a strong connection with her beyond this physical desire.
She sits on me, and I stare at her in amazement as she sexily takes off her dress and hurls it in the room's corner.
Soon she lies under me naked, and I ram into her, pinning her hands on the mattress.
It feels so fucking good! The feeling can't be described in words. The pleasure and satisfaction this encounter is giving me is inexpressible.
Is she the one whom I have been finding for so long? Or it is just a temporary feeling?
I watch her as she sleeps peacefully beside me, her delicate features illuminated by the soft moonlight coming through the curtains.
It's not that I haven't encountered a girl prettier than her before, but there's something about her that captivates me like no one else ever has. This is the first time I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from her.
With a tender touch, I move my hand closer to her face and gently tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, revelling in the intimacy of this simple act. A smile naturally forms on my face.
As I continue to watch her, I feel grateful to find someone who not only captures my attention but also touches my heart in ways I never thought possible.
I don't come to know when I fall asleep admiring her exquisite features.
He was rude, arrogant, aggressive, ruthless and dominating Mafia Boss, a frightening man. The whole world was under his feet. Nobody had ever dared to disobey him except one girl. Everybody was afraid of him but except one girl, that girl was badass, she was afraid of nothing in the world, she was a warrior, confident, fearless and brave businesswomen. She was the first girl who wasn't afraid of the Mafia boss; she had the audacity to challenge him, refuse his orders, argue with him, and flirt with him. In the beginning, he was annoyed that why she wasn't afraid of him and disobeying him. He tried everything to scare her, but she always shocked him with her braveness and boldness. He was finding her weaknesses and in the end, he himself became her first and only weaknesses, and she became his badass girl. A girl who was a pain in the ass of the mafia boss, how she became his badass girl? How he became ready to leave everything to protect her and to spend the rest of his life with her peacefully and how that girl changed the Mafia boss? If you want to know, then read the story of an arrogant Mafia boss and his badass girl. *** His hands explored every inch of her bare back, stirring desire and sending shivers down her spine. She pressed herself against his body, completely absorbed in the moment, forgetting about the whole world. She was melting with his touch. She whispered in the heat of the moment, "if this is the consequences of disobeying your order, then I'd break the rules over and over again." His lips curved into a smile against her lips. This time he cupped her face and kissed her very softly and chastely. "I like you and I want to make you my badass girl." She froze in place, her eyes dilated in shock. She couldn't believe that he had just confessed his love so lovingly. She was dazed, finding it hard to believe that the ruthless mafia boss stood before her. ***
āDaisy, do you know what your mistake is?ā He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because Iām not allowed to speak. āThat you said āyesā to marrying me.ā He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. āTherefore, Iāll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.ā He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. āStay still if you donāt want me to make your night worse,ā he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. āHappy anniversary, my fuck toy.ā He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** āFine. Iām leaving and never show you my face.ā He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. āBecause I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and Iām ready to take any path which leads me to you both.ā
Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** āPlease donāt punish me. Iāll be on time next time. It is just that-ā āIf next time you speak without my permission, Iāll shut you up with my shaft.ā My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** āYou belong to me, Kitten.ā He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. āIā¦ beā¦long.. to you, Masterā¦ā Iām just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.
When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.
Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.
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. š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³š³ 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. .
"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 Hoffmanāthe 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!
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, āWho will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.ā
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.
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."
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.