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To satisfy her thirst for revenge, Tessy was willing to do all that it took to destroy Alexander, the famous billionaire and womanizer who had left her in the lurch in the past few years, having had a one night stand with her that ruined her entire life. The goal was to destroy him beyond repair and she didn't mind using her body as a tool to get what she wanted. But what happens when after a night with the romantic and sexy devil, she starts to genuinely fall for him again? Will she allow herself to be his prey once more? Or does she have other plans up her sleeve? What if he wants more from her this time around? And what if that means having a divorce with his current Sweetheart, a divorce that can also ruin his entire life's fortune!
Tessy fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame. Alex had disentangled, detached and distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay on his back beside her, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Tessy turned on her side to lovingly trace his harsh profile with her eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth, silky and slightly tanned skin but knowing from experience that her touch would be rebuffed. His words, the ones that were always wrenched from him during his climax, still hovered in the air between them and they still, after all these months, hurt more than they should have.
"Give me a son, Tessy..."
With those five words, he inevitably killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological imperative. After eighteen months of the same, Tessy had finally realized that it would never change. It wasn't an abrupt realization, rather it was one that had been growing steadily since the very first time he'd said the words.
But Tessy had her own five words! They were words that had been on the tip of her tongue for months and should have been spoken long before now. They were words that she could no longer swallow back; no matter how much it killed her to say them. She sat up, naked, her body still trembling and drew her knees to her chest. She embraced her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees and watched as his breathing steadied, his own shaking was subsiding slightly. He lay spread-eagled, also magnificently nude, his eyes were shut but she knew he wasn't asleep. No, he would take a few moments to compose himself before heading for the shower, where she always imagined him frantically scrubbing her scent and touch from his bronzed skin.
She could no longer contain the words and they spilled from her lips with desperate earnestness.
"I want a divorce, Alex."
He tensed, every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring, before he turned his head to meet her watchful gaze. His eyes were hooded and his upper lip curled mockingly. "But I thought you loved me, Tessy," he taunted with exquisite cruelty and Tessy lowered her eyelids, trying to mask the shaft of pain at his words. When she was sure she had her emotions under control, she once again lifted her eyes to his dark gaze.
"Not anymore," she managed, hoping the lie sounded convincing.
"Hmmm..." it sounded deceptively like the purr of a cat. "What happened to 'I'll love you forever, Alex'?"
"Things change," she whispered.
"What things?" He rolled onto his side and propped himself up onto his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He looked so much like a Roman gladiator in repose, that her throat went dry with desire. She swallowed painfully.
"F.feelings change..." she stuttered haltingly. Again that husky purr of agreement but she wasn't fooled by his relaxed posture; he was as tense as a coiled snake. "I.I've changed..."
"You look no different," he said assessed, his voice still terrifyingly tender. "Still the same woman I married. The one who claimed to love me so much, she couldn't live without me. The one whose daddy made sure she got exactly what she wanted..."
And that was when he struck, without moving, without so much as changing his voice.
"The same timid little Tessy, who can't even give me the only thing I've ever wanted from this pathetic excuse for a marriage." She flinched but she refused to divert her eyes.
"A.all the more reason for a divorce," she tried for blase but failed miserably.
"Maybe for you," he shrugged elegantly. "But I told you from the very beginning, Tessy, there would be no easy way out of this marriage. Not until I got what I wanted from you and that day looks to be a long way off! Unfortunately, cliche though it may seem, you've made this bed and we both have to lie in it!"
"I can't live like this anymore," she buried her face in her knees and fought to keep the tears at bay.
"Neither of us has much choice..." he sat up and stretched languidly before getting up and walking, naked, to the en-suite bathroom. She heard the shower start moments later and took a few seconds to compose herself, swiping the hot tears from her face with the backs of both hands before dragging on a gauzy peignoir and heading toward the kitchen to make herself a hot drink. While she was sitting on a bar stool, sipping her hot milk, she Alex's presence behind her and the hairs in the nape of her neck stood on end.
"You must be cold in only that skimpy little thing you're wearing..." he observed idly heading to the fridge and dragging out a carton of orange juice. His short black hair was damp and standing up in tufts where he had carelessly towel-dried it after his shower and he wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts. He looked as gorgeous as always and Theresa hated him more than ever for that masculine perfection.
"I'm fine..." she got up abruptly and headed toward the sink to rinse her mug but he grabbed her elbow to halt her movement. She tensed, shocked by the touch... Alex never touched her outside of the bedroom. In the eighteen months they had been married, this was the first time that she could recall him touching her without it being a precursor to sex. He leaned closer to her and lowered his lips to her ear. She felt his hot breath on the side of her face before he spoke.
"There'll be no more talk of divorce, Tessy... ever," he told her with a sickening air of finality.
"You can't stop me from divorcing you," she responded bravely.
"You really want a divorce?" He asked tauntingly and she nodded stiffly. "If you get that divorce, your cousin loses her business and she can't afford that now, not with a new baby on the way. She and her husband need all the capital they can get." Somehow she hadn't expected that. She should have but she hadn't. Alex had loaned her cousin, Lisa, the start-up capital for her bookshop. Tessy didn't know what the specifics of that loan were but she had always assumed that it was something he had done out of generosity. Staring up at him now, she couldn't believe her own naivete. He did nothing out of sheer generosity and that loan was merely another weapon for him to use against her if he needed to!
"You wouldn't," she responded with nothing but bravado. "Lisa has done nothing to deserve this."
"Tessy, I will do whatever it takes to get what I want from you."
"I have money too I can help her..." she began desperately.
"No, you have a rich father and he had the opportunity to help Lisa when she was looking for the start-up capital for her bookshop but he made his contempt of the idea more than obvious to everyone at the time and you know that he would never support you through a messy divorce, Tessy."
"I still don't believe you would do it! You have a reputation to uphold, you're an honest businessman, you wouldn't destroy a small business just to prove a point. What kind of message would that send?" she asked bravely.
"That I'm not to be trifled with," he shrugged. "Do you honestly think I care what people think of me? Do you think I care what you think of me? I never have and I never will. You're weak and spoilt..."
"I'm not..." she tried to defend herself but he made a scoffing sound in the back of his throat before continuing on as if she hadn't spoken.
"You'll get your divorce eventually but there's something I need to get from you first! You wanted this marriage, remember? You begged for it... So if you want a divorce right now, it'll come with some heavy penalties attached to it, are you willing to gamble with your cousin's future?"
"Go to bed with me and I will make you rich beyond your imaginations" His voice was calm but had a lot of hidden intentions. Known simply as Z, the ruthless multi-billionaire dominant who was used to getting just anything he wants including women, finds himself in a battle to devour the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, just like the other women he slept with. Jessica might be poor, but she had what other women he'd met were lacking and he was determined to find out what it was. She wouldn't surrender to his advances, neither will she pay him any attention. She was bent on letting him know that money cannot take every woman he desired to his bed, no matter the amount, because some women don't care about money but what is inside his heart.But what happens when after risking his life for her, she starts to genuinely fall for him? And oh, what if there's a competitor for him as well, is she ready to be involved in a dirty fight for a man she never really cared about?
Having escaped from her abductors using the name of the most feared man in the city, Cherry ran into an unknown celebrity businessman while still under the influence of drugs. After an unknowningly one night stand with him, she decided to run away from him to prevent him from getting to know more about her. What happens when the dangerous man whose name she's been using to escape her troubles, comes in search of her as well? Will she let her guard down and allow her heart to decide? Or will she forever be on the run?
"Strip!" He ordered, desperation in his voice. "Please be gentle with me, it's my first time." " Of course I will be gentle with you honey. I want to make this as memorable as possible for both of us. I don't ever want to see you with any other guy after tonight. You belong to me. You will be all mine! Tonight, I will own your entire body and soul. You will worship me as your king. It's going to be a very long night. Prepare for Multiple Orgasms tonight. " Her body shivered and her nipples hardened at the possessiveness in his words. Warning: Very Hot Sexual Content. Must be 18+ to read. You've been Warned!
"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?"
I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another shifter who loved me equally. My wolf recognizes him as my mate too. How can this be possible? How am I going to deal with this?
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