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.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If youāre eager to see me, youād better join the queue, darling."
"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?
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?
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.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."