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"Oh, Fuck Blaze " The Rythm of his movements was relentless, hips and dick and fingers. He licked my lips and I sucked his tongue. Then pinched, the barbell hard against my teeth. He groaned and it was wet. I didn't let him go, and he wriggled and squirmed. I pressed harder against him, bucking harder. ***** At twenty-three, Tiana Melody Taylor is a renowned impostor, her fraudulent acts of using her charms to lure men to her bed and room and then drug them to sleep is what has been putting food on her table. If she is being discovered, she pulls prettying so face that no one will believe she is guilty. ThaThisghasne on for several years, each time playing with the men's desires. To Tiana she wants to support her father's company which Is under the control of her uncle, he keeps sending her on endless missions just to have her will done. Well, she does it anyway till she can't anymore, standing up for her right, Uncle Maxwell assigns her to the last tax which is to extort thirty million francs from the richest billionaire in town_Blaze Jadiel Lewis. While Tiana is targeting Blaze, he is also targeting her, and on the night they meet up in his house, Blaze sees the drug she secretly puts in his drink and switches the drinks.
Bepanda,
The Mansion,
9:30 a.m.
The sound of cutlery resounded in the dining room. On the table, a large stout man sat at the head of the table artistically cutting through his steak.
His plain face is void of any emotion and looks like he has woken up from the perfect side of the bed. On the other side of the small table is his niece, Crystal Melody Taylor.
A lock of chestnut hair curled her back, her heart-shaped face buried in her plate of food. So far, so good, she has no reasons to complain about anything.
At twenty-three, Crystal is bound to her uncle for life, difficult at times to explain why she can't live with her uncle, but then, they are glued together. Today seemed promising, the sun had been overheard since morning, and if she hadn't woken up to make breakfast for her uncle, she would still have been sleeping.
Uncle Maxwell placed another chunk of the sliced meat into his mouth, looking at his niece all the same.
Crystal knew that something was up with this old man today.
He always did have some plan to come up with, something that would make him run his business effectively.
At ten, Crystal's parents the involved in a plane crash while going to London. The effect was disastrous especially for her at that age. For her not to be sent to the orphanage, Maxwell signed up as her paternal guardian.
It is sad because Maxwell was the one to manage Dad's company. Nothing profitable has come out of it, and two years ago, the company started facing a stage of recession.
It has to be, especially when one has a careless uncle like Uncle Max.
To boost it, Maxwell has turned his niece into a thief. Crystal's beautiful face will cover up for her lost reputation.
"No one will ever believe you stole from one or two men, Crystal, your heart-shaped face and bulb eyes do the trick perfectly for you already," Maxwell always says convincing her.
Each time their eyes met at the table, Crystal always saw it, trying as much to focus on her food, but then, her Uncle's tearful appearance on her body always made her tremble, thinking that he was planning another assignment for her. Of course, he did.
Pushing his plate away from his face, Max was done with the meal and he picked the white napkin to dab his lips with it.
"Thank you, for the meal, my favorite little niece," he muttered."You are welcome, Uncle Max," she let out trying her best to be polite. Every one of Crystal's friends always wished to be like her.
What more could she ask for?
She had the perfect blue and grey eyes, almond in shape, and accentuated her seductive looks each time she lured a man to her bed as she tried stealing from them. Crystal's favorite logo is,
"Their money, my body," She laughed at the face of the men who always thought that having her would mean the world to them.
Well, it doesn't matter much now, does it? The moment she makes them sleep, she steals from them and elopes, at least, she is very good at sneaking out unnoticed.
Another part of Crystal's pretty face that attracts men to her is her lips. Oh! that juicy lips of hers, exquisite, always full and blossoming. The way her lips were carved made one know that God had taken his time to use his sharpened pencil on his lips.
They were not only attractive but made men want to bet on having her.
Unknown to them is that she wasn't interested in knowing of the men, she just wanted their bags filled with money, and some free time flirting with them.
Well, the flirting never exceeded an hour, the time for them to know one another and move on with their lives. "Crystal, are you there?" Maxwell asked. She had to take several seconds to process whatever her uncle was saying before replying to him.
Realizing that she hadn't heard anything, she decided to ask. "Excuse me?" she let out. This time, he looked at her quizically, raising a brow to study her face for a short while.
"Are you alright? you seem distant from this place," he explained. That was right, she had her problems, and he was one of his problems, but then saying it to this man would murder and make the man think that she was disrespecting him.
"Yes, Max, I am fine," she lied through her teeth. To Crystal, a peaceful environment like this is all that is needed, nothing more, nothing less. She loves the atmosphere so far, especially as Max wasn't mad at her.
"If you are fine, why then are you playing with your food?" he shot. At this time, she locked her eyes on her plate, noticing that she had been picking her egg with a fork and not putting any of it in her mouth.
"I just lost appetite," she said. A look at her and Max knew something was aching her heart, he had to solve her problem if he wanted her to work for him again. At least, bringing her to a compromising position might make things work out for him.
Max is too greedy to even let his niece have her way about it. She has been a toy in his manipulative hands, always being the obedient little girl he trained her to be.
Rebellion now will only mean that she wants to destroy his plans, something that he is totally against.
Standing from the table, she straightened his shirt. Gently, he placed his palms on the mahogany table, making sure his entire weight was not on it.
Looking at his niece who had grown overnight, he said in his husky voice.
"We have a meeting at 11:00 a.m. in my office. Make sure you are the Crystal, we shall have a word together," he muttered.
After saying that, he walked away.
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "I'm gonna take your throat first, Mandy. Then your pussy, then your ass." I'm not even sure what all that means, other than I'm gonna have sex. He takes out his dick and pumps it a few times, pulling it up towards his stomach, exposing the long vein, pulsing with blood as it fills and becomes hard and thick. "Put your hand around it, Mandy." I reach up and gently place my hand around his thickness. Immediately the wetness between my legs is back. "Stroke me," he says in a softer voice. "Harder," he demands when I am timid. I squeeze harder and stroke up and down. Finding a rhythm like our heartbeats out on the beach. Is this the same man? I pump faster, and that makes his eyes close to half-mast. "Your little hands on my big cock, Mandy. I love it. Now open your mouth." I freeze. Staring at him. Deciding "Open," he says again. I obey. "Wider," he whispers as he places his hands on either side of my head and crawls up my body. The tip of his dick touches my lips. "Should I tell you how I like it, Mandy?"
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. (Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."
***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Laine. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Laine." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Nick..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."
"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder. "Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter. "Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me. "I am a slut, only for you," I murmur. ******* I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes. So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?
At twenty-three, Laila Danvers is the only female werewolf over the last century to exist but being born as a descendant of the most hunted Mutt(werewolf outcast) automatically puts a red flag on her name throughout her existence. She comes out in a world filled with disgusting mentalities and this automatically puts her life in danger. She gets tired of a hide-in lifestyle and runs from New Orleans āThe city of fangsā, to the quiet town of Malibu, Southern California to live in as an ordinary person not knowing that her last will always hunt her down Just as she gets comfortable with her new lifestyle, she receives a life-threatening call that puts her on the run again from an unknown source, and for the past number of years had been like that, ' run or you get slain
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. Whatās worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldnāt thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesnāt seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that heās different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it allāfrom standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didnāt return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachelās terminal illness and realized she didnāt have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, āSheās quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and youāre crossing me.ā The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.Ā
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
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.