"Call me daddy and I'd let you cum on my fingers like the dirty slut you are." His fingers fucked my pussy, making me shudder. "D-daddy" I moaned the word out, feeling my body on fire. "C*m for daddy, good girl" * For the last few years of my life, I have believed that I have lost the ability to want or crave anything and anyone but when I meet Wildern Marchetti, I can't help it. I want him to pin me down and fuck me like a ragdoll. It doesn't matter that he is almost twice older than I am, it doesn't matter that he is a dangerous man that even my family fears. For the first time in years, I truly crave something... Someone... To be fucked good by my daddy. C*M FOR DADDY IS HIGHLY EROTIC.
DAPHNE
What I wanted the most today was to be out with my boyfriend, Damon. We would most likely be at a restaurant right now, talking and laughing and eating. And perhaps he would be missing me right now.
But none of that was happening as my wants had never mattered and clearly would never matter. The things I wanted and the things I craved never mattered and so I had slowly developed the ability to stop wanting and to stop craving.
I was in a luxurious car right now and my uncle was seated with a stern look on his face.
"Don't act all sad when we get to the party. Act nice and be pretty, I have a reason for telling you to come with me, okay?" His voice was hard.
"Okay, uncle" was my response. I had to do as he said. To stay alive and keep my little brother alive, I had to do whatever my uncle wanted.
"And don't frown like you did the last time. If you try to act up and put up an attitude like last time, you know what is going to come for you."
"I know."
The car finally stopped and the doors were pulled open. I stepped out elegantly like I had been taught to. A fake but polite smile graced my face as my uncle stood beside me and led me into the party.
I knew my role at these types of parties well enough. Smile, be sweet, greet only those my uncle wanted me to greet and look very pretty. A pretty face did well in attracting the businessmen at the party and once I had attracted them, my uncle would talk business with them.
My role was simple.
My hair was in a neat bun and my face had a light make-up on with a pink lipstick. A black dress with a spilt beautified my body and I could feel the eyes of a few men on me as we walked into the venue.
"Mr. Arlington" a man approached us and glanced at me.
"Your niece is very pretty"
"Right? She indeed looks beautiful" he chuckled.
"What's your name?" The man turned his attention to me.
"Daphne" I responded as sweetly as possible.
"Nice name."
"She's a very nice lady too" my uncle chipped in.
"Did you see the proposal I sent to your company?" He asked.
"A proposal? I didn't notice but now that you have told me about it. I guess I'd check for it..."
I diverted my attention from the talk that was slowly turning business to my phone that had just beeped with a message. I opened my purse and brought out the phone. It was a message from my boyfriend.
I felt my heart immediately started racing as I wondered what his response would be to me suddenly cancelling our plans to meet tonight. Would he be very mad at me? Or would he go and have fun with other girls, claiming he did it cause I wasn't available for him?
I opened the message and was shocked at the content and brevity of it.
"We are done"
"Damon" I gasped his name. He was clearly very mad this time.
I looked at my uncle who had now taken a few steps away from me and then I looked around for an exit other than the main door. I found a door which seemed to be an exit and I hurried towards the door.
It was indeed an exit... One which led out to a beautiful and quiet garden. Just perfect. The lighting here was dim and I could call and get back to my uncle in no time.
I dialed Damon's contact and it rang twice before he picked up.
"Damon, I am sorry. I had no idea my uncle was going to have me..."
"Shut the hell up, Daphne. Don't you think you are cruel?" He questioned and I felt my heart sink.
"I thought having a pretty girlfriend would be great but damnit, having you has been nothing but chaotic. Your goddamn uncle is never letting you go out on dates and we both know why, it's because at the end of the day, you are going to be fucking sold off to some guy in the name of marriage and virgins are more paid for, aren't they?! You don't let me touch you. You think kisses are enough, ugh? You think I like watching you eat and laugh on the rare occasions that we meet? Hell! I just wanted to fuck a pretty girl, not date you or anything. This shit ain't working, okay? End the call or stay on it if you want to hear me and my new girl fucking and moaning."
"Damon... You can't be... You can't be serious, Damon. I am sorry about earlier so you don't have to pretend like you really found a new girl in an hour and you would be fucking her."
"Really? Pretense? Then be my guest and stay on the line while I fuck her brains out"
"Come on, I am wet already, come touch me" I heard a feminine voice and I felt my heart get crumpled.
Only... Only an hour ago had I texted him that he wouldn't be able to meet. An hour ago and he had another girl in his bed already.
I ended the call as the tears threatened to pour out but I couldn't let the tears out. They would ruin my look and uncle would get mad at me and things would get even worse.
"A pretty lady crying in the garden while a party goes on. Classic." I heard a deep, masculine voice behind me and I turned to see who it was.
I froze almost instantly as I saw a man walking towards me. Dark hair, a manly build and at least 6'4 tall. His face was like a fucking masterpiece though he was clearly older than me... Not a year or two older but about twenty years older than me. He looked to be in his early forties and he had a glass of wine in his hand. His gaze was on me and there was something about the way this man was staring at me. Something about it that made my cheeks heat up with a blush and no, I didn't want to say this but as he stopped in front of me, I could feel my nipples hardening.
I knew I had stated very clearly earlier that I, Daphne had stopped my ability to want and to crave but at this moment, I realised that that ability had not totally stopped.
"Continue staring at me like that and I might take it as an invitation" his voice came again and I gulped down hard before swiftly turning away from him.
What the hell was this hot feeling that I was feeling so suddenly?
He stood beside me and took a sip of his wine. Standing beside me, I could breathe in his manly cologne and the way his height towered over mine made me feel... Damnit... Submissive??
"You have a minute to speak up. Who messed with you?" His voice had an authoritative pull. One that I found myself unable to ignore and disobey.
"My boyfriend just broke up with me and... And he is with a new girl, he was going to make me listen to them having sex" I whispered the words.
"And what did you say to him?" He demanded to know.
"Nothing" I whispered.
"What do you want to do to him?" He asked and I faced him fully, wondering who this man was. He sounded powerful, surely but I had never seen him before.
"Nothing, I guess" that was all the words I was supposed to say and it was supposed to end here but I couldn't help it as my breath got heavier and my... And my pussy got moist.
"But if I could let him know that the reason I always stopped with kisses was actually because he sucked at kissing, that would be nice."
"Get him on the phone."
"Ugh?"
He took a step closer to me, closing the little space between us. A finger touched my chin and raised my face up as I felt myself get unmistakably horny just few minutes after being broken up with!
His gaze dropped from my eyes to my lips and then back to my eyes.
"Get the little guy on the phone."
"I only fuck girls who want to be fucked, flipped over and banged, Sunshine and..." "And that's what I want, daddy. Exactly what I want from you." * He was my father's adopted brother. He had been there for me since the moment I had lost my entire family in a terrible fire but five years ago, he had suddenly left the country, never coming back. And then, I was drugged one night and I got home to see he was back. It had been five years but he just looked hotter and sexier. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac I was drugged with, I had gotten his help to get off and it should have ended there that night. Nothing more should have happened but with the wetness that pulls in my pussy whenever he comes close, with the way my nipples harden at his slightest touch, I knew more was going to happen. Russo wants me... To fuck me, bang me, and own my body. And bloody hell! As much as I want to deny it, I want him too. For him to fuck me, bang me, own my body and make me his slut.... But this... It's a taboo, right?
"You want daddy to fuck you, hard and rough then reward you with his cum, is that it, little slut?!" "Yes, Daddy" * MONALISA I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Lucius Devine, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I become Daddy's Little Sub.
"You are mine, Princess. For the next two months, I own this body and you will not give it out to any other man. I own every fucking inch of this body." Dante trailed her boob with the flogger. * Mireille had been a good girl all her life, sheltered by her protective brother until he goes on a three months travel. Mireille has to stay with his best friend whom she last saw in highschool. Mireille thinks she would finally be free from her brother's protectiveness but she turns out to be wrong as her brother's best friend is a worse version of her brother... Protective and possessive. Mireille wants to hate him but it seems to be impossible to hate a man as hot as Dante Romano. Hot, sexy and a billionaire mafia boss, Dante wants to make Mireille nothing more than his best friend's sister but it seems impossible with the heat that runs through their bodies with their every contact. She is his innocent princess and she is supposed to remain so but when lust pulls her close, she becomes his woman, his possession, the Bad Boy's Princess. But there are many more secrets lurking around, secrets insistent on pulling Mireille out of her innocent lifestyle. Note: This book contains mature scenes including violent scenes and plenty of explicit sexual scenes.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
The Billionaire Betrayed Wife follows Rachael Morgan, an orphan whose search for love leads her into the ruthless world of the Blackwood family. Betrayed by her husband and tormented by her adoptive sister, Rachael's life spirals into chaos when she's cast out and left to survive on the streets, pregnant and alone. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious savior from her past rescues her, giving her the chance to heal and rebuild. Years later, she returns stronger, armed with a fierce desire for revenge. With her son by her side, Rachael will stop at nothing to destroy those who shattered her trust-even if it means risking everything to reclaim her life and her power.
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
Eight years ago, she thought he was a Money Boy at the club, and accidentally had a one-night stand with him because she was framed by her stepsister. Is $100 enough to buy a Money Boy for one night? The next morning, she casually dropped $100 and ran away. Eight years later, she returned with her genius son. Little did she expect to be "deceived" into the Noblefull Group by her beloved son. Her immediate boss turned out to be Mr. $100 from eight years ago! ... "Bad girl, how dare you humiliate me eight years ago, this time you will pay the price!" "Bad girl, one billion dollars, I buy your whole life!" "I just want to be a secretary. You already have several lovers. You are not my type." "But, I only have feelings for you, only love you." However, their relationship was not smooth. Due to a property dispute, his brother deliberately caused a car accident in an attempt to kill her and their son. Due to past grievances of the previous generation, his father held deep hatred towards him and sent assassins to kill them. There were also plots and attempts on their lives orchestrated by his girlfriend. On top of that, they faced oppression from rival factions of the mafia... This is a romantic novel about a billionaire and his secretary, involving several generations of love, hatred, and complicated relationships, and also involving the mafia, revenge...
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"