WARNING ⚠️- This book contains descriptive sex/violent scenes. "Princess, beg me to fuck you or I'll have no other choice than to cuff your hands and torture you with these sex toys till you are willing to learn how to politely ask for my dick," Rey Lorde whispered into the ears of his horny driven boss's daughter. "Point of order, my name is Amelia Voltez," the words rolled out of her plump lips. "Secondly, I am paying you for the pleasure. If you are not interested, then I will have to find some other guy to... Before she could complete her words, he pushed her to the wall, his hands tightly wrapped around her waist. Bending his head, he whispered into her ears, "you know better than to do that. I will not think twice before chopping off the fingers of whoever dares to touch what belongs to me."
"When are you going to grow up, Amelia? You're 23 for crying out loud!" Mr. Brown yelled from the balcony directly opposite Amelia's room, blasting with music.
She knew her dad hated it when she played loud music, especially at night, but she didn't give a care in the world. It was the price he was paying for grounding her for up to a week without money.
"23, dad, I'm still young, stop making it seem like I am as old as your hairline," Amelia retorted from inside her bedroom.
A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips, when she heard him gasp, she knew it was because of the last statement she made.
Not that she wanted to be mean, but she wished he could just mind his business and let her do whatever the fuck she wanted to do.
Speaking of what to do, she had a party scheduled for 11 p.m. in the Castello bar, and her mind was already made up to attend, grounded or not, but what to wear wasn't ready.
She sighed and walked to her wardrobe, flinging the door open like an excited birthday girl opening her present.
A short red gown stoned with crystals all over and a slit in front greeted her eyes. She picked it up and placed it on her body. It was as short as she wanted, and the slit began from her knees up to her thighs.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed.
Immediately after she slipped the cold fabric onto her sleek body, the door burst open. Standing in front of her was her father, who had a deadpan expression on his face, and a strange-looking man dressed in all black beside him.
"Amelia Voltez!" Mr. Brown said with clenched teeth.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, totally unbothered by the look on her dad's face. But she couldn't help but wonder who the strange man was.
The man looked breathtakingly sexy. He was finely shaped like her favorite pornstar, with a well-chiseled face that matched his physique. Amelia was certain his physique could send any woman into multiple wetness sessions, but not her.
"Who's this, dad?" She asked, throwing a disdainful look his way.
"Your bodyguard," Mr. Brown replied, not sparing any glance at her. He turned to the man who had been silent all the while, taking down mental notes of his latest client's daughter, whom he'd heard so much about.
"Rey, this is my daughter Amelia. She erm..." Mr. Brown faltered, cleared his throat, and continued, "She isn't the easiest of persons, but she's a good woman deep down."
Amelia's face contorted into a frown instantly. "Really dad? If I needed someone to babysit me, I would have said so."
"I won't have you disrespect Rey, Amelia. I'm sick and tired of your mannerless lifestyle." Mr Brown spat fiercely.
That seemed to hit home. "Are you saying you're tired of me, Dad?"
Mr. Brown squeezed his eyes shut in agony.
"You make me scared every single time you step out of this house late at night, with or without my consent. I want to stay alive, Amelia, for you, so please don't make this complicated."
Amelia's gaze softened as she stared at her father; having a bodyguard wasn't included in her ideal life plan. Partying, drinking, and shopping was all she cared about. A bodyguard would kill the fun of all those things.
"So you are my hired bodyguard?" She called as she walked closer to Rey.
"You can call me your protector, Princess." Rey corrected, his voice as deep and intense as she had imagined.
The word princess on his lips made her toes curl in ecstasy. And she hated that. Only her boyfriend could give her a pet name. Only her boyfriend should make her feel this way. Not some random stranger her father picked from who-knows-where just to spite her.
"You are anything I say you are, Mr. Man. And for the record, my name is Amelia, not Princess. I'll let you know that your presence is unwanted here. You are just here because my nosy father insists." She stated, giving him a challenging stare.
Rey said nothing. He looked like someone who didn't give a damn what she was saying, and that angered her greatly.
"Amelia Voltez!" Her father called, his eyes pleading with her. "Please, behave."
She snapped her mouth shut and just glared at Rey, who stood like an unmovable stone beside her father.
Mr. Brown breathed a deep sigh of relief, totally pleased that Amelia still had some sort of morality in her.
"I'll be traveling," he stated, staring at Amelia with motherly-like eyes. "And I have no idea when I'll be returning. You need him, Amelia."
Her father's warm gaze bore deep into her soul, and for the first time in her entire life, she accepted the fact that he could be right about her needing a bodyguard. But certainly not this one.
A streak of panic shot up in her as the realization of her father's words replayed in her head-the part where he said he's traveling.
"Don't tell me you'll be leaving me with this, man! till whenever," she asked indignantly.
Mr. Brown nodded confidently.
"How am I supposed to put up with him till whenever?!" Her voice was already taking on a hard edge.
"You're in good hands."
She sighed and rubbed her palm against her forehead, seething, "I won't accept this. Send him back to wherever the hole he crawled out from, or I swear to God, I'll jump out of the window."
It was another trick of hers that worked each time her father went against her wishes. And there was no perfect time to use it than now.
Mr. Brown sighed for the umpteenth time since the night began. "Doing this won't change my decision, Amelia. Rey stays"
And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving a raging Amelia totally dumfounded.
She was just about to follow him when her eyes caught Rey's figure looming behind her.
"Don't fucking follow me," she commanded and continued to walk. Her rage intensified the moment she whirled around to see Rey still walking behind her.
"Surely there's a brain lying behind that handsome face, so why are you choosing not to use it?!"
Rey stopped in his tracks and asked, "So you think I have a handsome face, huh?"
She went eerily quiet, feeling embarrassed for spilling out something that was supposed to stay in her head.
Rey smirked and walked closer to her until there was no space between them. She could feel his hard breath on her skin and the rhythmic movement of his chest against hers.
And his cologne, goodness, it smelled so heavenly and she couldn't help but close her eyes in ecstasy.
"Ahem!" Rey's delicate cough alerted Amelia to the fact that she'd had her eyes closed for far too long without saying a word.
"Open your eyes, Princess. I'm sure you wouldn't want your red dress wasting off here."
His statement rang in her ears, veering her away from her short moment of ecstasy. She snapped her eyes open and quickly stepped away from him, praying that something appropriate and sophisticated would emerge.
"Y-you, y..you... fucking stay away from me!" She croaked, sounding as awkward as hell, much to the pleasantry of Rey, who enjoyed every fit of awkwardness she was exhibiting.
"It's not happening anytime soon, princess," he replied, striding towards her.
"Stop calling me that!" She yelled, holding up her hands like she was about to strangle him.
All Rey did was wink at her, his smirk very visible to her.
Her heart sank; it was official that she now had a flirty-assed man babysitting her at the age of 23.
"Fine, you can do whatever the hell you want, but if you as much as say a word to me as soon as we step out of here, consider yourself sacked," she deadpanned.
Rey smirked and pulled her close to him, patting her hair, which smelled so sweet. "As you wish, princess."
Her mouth was wide open and she got lost staring at his lips while he spoke but he didn't let her live in that moment for long.
"Don't stare at my lips like a hungry hyena, Princess.."
Before she could say a word, he dashed out of the room.
After getting rejected, Kayla, an orphan alpha princess, sees her life transcend from an innocent virgin girl to a stripper who became an Alpha's sex slave. She'll remain his sex slave until a bracelet she lost is found. What happens when the missing bracelet can decide the fate of an entire pack? While it lingers, can Alpha Zeus, a notorious playboy, have something serious with Kayla? Or will they both just torture each other emotionally?
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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 you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."