"I thought what we had was real. I never for once played with the thought that you could be playing me." His hands were running aggressively across his hair. "I was with you for revenge, Shawn. Do you really think you were going to get away with what you did to me?" I queried without remorse. His mouth slowly curled at a corner. "Do you want to know what I'll get away with right now? I'll get away with banging you hard tonight and then dumping you in the morning." In the twinkle of an eye, he closed the gap between us and planted his lips on mine before I could protest. -- Calista Whitaker underwent a traumatic experience at the hands of Shawn Donnelly and his gang at High School. Shawn was holding a night party in his house and had invited Calista to come over and be his date. Calista who had been crushing on Shawn for over five years was elated and gladly went with high hopes. She gave her innocence to Shawn that night but only to wake up the next morning to find Shawn and his friends taking pictures of her naked. Turns out Shawn only approached her over a bet with his friends and soon, Calista's nudes were flying all over the internet. Calista was both heartbroken and humiliated and her parents had to send her to stay with her grandma in the countryside. Six years later, Calista crossed paths with Shawn once again but as a representative of her company to take on the construction project of the company Shawn owned. Past emotions resurfaced the moment the two met again and Calista now wanted nothing more than to make Shawn pay for all that he had done to her in the past.
"Do you want me to put off the light or do you want to see every bit of it?" Shawn asked me, unbuttoning his shirt.
Staring at the switch in a bid to avoid his gaze, "Dark is better." I replied, my fingers swearing to fall off should I not quit brushing them against each other.
Blame my nervousness. Timid was too kind a word to describe me but then again, my reaction was justified.
I expected the lights to go off but instead, Shawn began to chuckle and advanced towards me, bare-chested. I was sitting at the edge of the bed and he climbed atop me.
"I want to see every bit of it, Pookie. Don't try to run from my radar." Every corner of his lips broke into a maleficent grin.
Why then did he ask initially? I would have put my thoughts into words but my timidity wouldn't allow me to speak. I stared at nothing in my fingers instead.
"You know it's funny how you stare at me so much in class that you grew popular for it and couldn't look into my eyes now that we are together in my room." Shawn continued, licking my control out of his lower lip.
Those lips of his were one of his best features. I could feel myself dripping wet below or was it just the alcohol I took at the party that was making me this ludicrous? I wondered.
Shawn was a breath away as he raised my chin with one of his hands so that our noses could kiss each other. "Do you want me to show you what it means to be alone with a boy in his room?" He asked, eyes holding my gaze firmly.
My cheeks flushed immediately. It was embarrassing because I knew he would see it. I nodded in reply.
Being someone who had always been bullied in school and belittled because of her crooked nose, this was like a dream come true for me.
"Good Girl." Shawn grinned and then, without warning, he crashed his lips on mine.
I had no idea what to do since this was my first time kissing a boy but Shawn was leading on well. His lips parted mine and his tongue began to work its way around my mouth. Now, I was sure that I was already dripping wet.
Shawn tasted like tequila and white wine. He took a lot of those earlier when we were still at the party. I also did take a lot, fed by him of course. Now that his mouth devoured mine hungrily, it felt like I was having another shot of tequila with Shawn's mouth as its cup.
I knew now that I would love the taste of tequila forever. I encircled my hands around his neck, steadily getting lost in the sensation. Even if I didn't know what to do, Shawn seemed well-versed in the intimacy game and it was easy for me to acclimate.
He progressed when he grabbed my boobs and huddled them softly like he was a creator nudging life into them.
The sensation sent a wave of pleasure across me, and I wanted Shawn to do something more. I was insanely horny now. I had not the least idea what I was doing when I grabbed his manhood and saw that his erection had made it hard as a rock.
"Oh, now, that's wild," Shawn whispered into my mouth before throwing me gently on the bed and crawling beneath me. I exploded in my head many times as he ate me out underneath.
Would any of our peers ever believe me if I told them that Shawn - the most popular boy in school ate me out?
Even I was unable to believe it when he invited me to his house party. His parents had gone on a vacation and his big sister was in college away from the state, so Shawn had the liberty to throw a night party in their house.
After what seemed like an eternity of torture – of eating, licking, and withering rationality out of me, Shawn withdrew his mouth and stood to undress me. I found that I could watch him without reserve now. All those years in high school, I had always wanted nothing more than Shawn to look at me.
He began to undo my zipper. "My friends do tell me you are a sucker for me and I think I kind of noticed you too." He herded my legs out of the dress and tossed it on the floor.
Undoing his belt. "I just didn't think much of you. Maybe I should start paying more attention to bullied girls." He ambled out of his trousers and was stark naked now.
My face turned pink as I was face-to-face with Shawn's nakedness. Devoted times in the gym were apparent in his build.
He clambered the bed beside me again. I didn't like that he said he would pay more attention to bullied girls now. It implied he had the intention of doing this with someone else.
"But why did you ask me out to be your date tonight?" I managed to ask the question that had been lingering in my throat all night.
I was one of the class's losers. Someone like Shawn showing interest in me was unusual. Shawn was a sensation at school. Akin to an icon idolized by the people. Only that his audience was everyone at school.
He licked my nape in the most zig zag streaks possible. "Don't worry, love. You'll find out soon enough." He grimaced.
I wanted to query him because I'd like to know the answer now, but when he gathered me in his arms again and planted the wettest kiss on my lips, every doubt in me evaporated.
I was a hopeless simp.
The rest of what happened was first filled with cries of pain from me and then moans of pleasure. To Shawn Donnelly, I gave my innocence but I found out I gave more when I woke up after the unending love-making throughout the night and I found him standing with his group of friends in front of me while I was still naked in bed!
The ruthless DuSang vampire siblings - Kristof, Tristan, Lyriq, and Adele - must adapt to a new reality in which supernaturals are forced to coexist with humans. For centuries, they've fed on humans to sustain their immortal lives. But with the enforcement of the "Supernatural Harmony Act," they're forced to adjust. Seeking a fresh start, the DuSangs relocate to the quaint town of Windermere Cove. Their plan: blend in, find alternative sustenance, and maintain their family's power. However, their plan seemed impossible when they hired a shy Daisy Flynn who is timid and a human maid who couldn't be compelled-a rare phenomenon. Unbeknownst to them, Daisy is nature's way of punishing them: she's the fated mate not to one but to three of the DuSang siblings. What will this fate bring to all of them?
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
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.