Meet Emma Hart, 24, drowned in debt all her life, from bills to bills, and loans to pay off, the cycle never seems to end. Fresh out of college, she manages to get a few jobs, saving up to clear her debts, until her mother falls sick... lung cancer. Destitute and helpless, she must learn to shake the hand of Liam Caruso. Liam, 35, known for his cold demeanor and controlling act, he's a perfectionist, and, what he wants, he gets. Reluctantly, she shakes hands with the devil himself, after all, she needs to save her mom. Emma must learn to accept Liam's life, including his dark past and unwelcoming mother. With time, Liam must understand, that mutual connections do matter. Will she be able to break through Liam's icy heart? Or, will they be engulfed within their flames? Within the heat, they generate?
I'd never taken a day off in my life. A leave of convenience? That's not for me. Well, except for tonight.
Tonight, I seem to have broken a lot of my rules, no alcohol, no reckless decisions, no dressing and/or dancing like slut, and, no flirting. Is this normally how one reacts after recently learning that their mother is dying from cancer? Nope, but if I continue like this for tonight at least, I can forget my problems for a while.
I swung my hips to the blasting music, no one was dancing hard enough, fuckers. I traced my accentuated curves as I spun. It was a shame my ex never got to see this dress, I had bought it for our graduation celebratory dinner, but the asshole decided to fuck my best friend the night before. Now, I get to wear it for a bunch of strangers, ones who look eager to take it off tonight.
One person looked more determined than the rest, he was seated quite far from where I was, but his gaze was so sharp. He's beautiful, I thought to myself. If he's lucky enough, I might let him take this dress off of me tonight.
Mission: make the unreal-looking, sexy guy come to me.
How? By seducing him with my amateur moves, I've no experience but it seems to be working on the men here, I'd succeeded in snubbing a few guys earlier, but another was headed my way.
"Hey, hun. You need another drink?" The middle-aged man slurred over my ear. He reeked of beer. I ignored him, my attention was stolen by Mr. Greek god approaching us.
The expression on his face seemed rather stoic now rather than intrigued and aroused, as it had been earlier. I couldn't help the smirk creeping up my face.
"I'm talking to you sexy." The man slurred again, this time snaking his hand around my bottom.
Before I could protest, his hand was yanked off. "Go home to your wife and kids, stronzo." Mr. Greek god told the asshole off before I could.
He's here, I smiled to myself, how did he get even sexier in less than five minutes? Without any protection, the jerk scrambled off. I didn't expect him to leave that easily.
"Are you okay?" He bent to whisper in my ear. Fuck, even his voice was hot.
"You don't need to worry about me handsome. Just dance with me." I don't know where that courage came from, probably from the few shots I had earlier, maybe not a few, but you get the point.
He tilted his head and grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my bare back filled me with the utmost desire. His eyes said the same as well.
We swayed our hips to the music, front to front, back to front, dancing has never felt this good. I could feel every inch of him, his chiseled muscles, his 'member' hard-rock beneath his clothing, pressing against my back.
I hadn't had sex in over a year, I'm not choosing to abstain, but sex had always had a meaning for me, one I'm about to throw away for this beautiful man against me.
"What's your name?" he whispered, his breath hot and alcohol-laced on my skin, I shivered. His grip on my waist got tighter, could my desire not be any more obvious?
Fuck.
"What are you gonna do with it?" I teased, facing him. A surge of courage laced my veins, I looked up to him, staring directly into his dark eyes.
He tried to mask his emotion, but, I read the playful hint in his eyes.
"I want you to enjoy how your pretty name sounds from my mouth." He teased right back.
I was tempted to tell him my name, but, where's the fun in that? I bit my lip to avoid spilling it. "If you can make me come tonight, I'll tell you."
Did I just say that? The fuck I did.
He clenched his jaw and pressed his fingers on my bare back, pressing me firmer to him, so that I could feel how 'on fire' he was for me.
He felt so huge, I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.
"Oh honey, I'm not sure if that's gonna work, you'll probably forget your name by the time I'm done with you."
Show off. I rolled my eyes mentally, he's probably all talk and no action. But, who cares? I need to get laid.
"We'll see about that."
We were tongue-deep into each other by the time we got out of the elevator. Mr. Greek god had gotten a suite at the hotel across the street.
If he's going knee-deep into his pockets to impress his one-night stand, then he's even more intriguing than I thought.
But damn, he sure is an excellent kisser.
He pulled away to find our suite, after opening it with the keycard, woah... the place looked massive.
I have never been in any place as grand as here, impressive. Even if the lay may end up being an ass, I'd get pleasure from knowing I was fucked in a place so grand.
Filthy, pathetic, I know.
I turned to him, eager to get his lips back on mine but he didn't move, just stared at me from where he was.
"Into the room," he ordered. Like a dog, I obeyed.
It was like he had this invisible leash on me, and it turned me the fuck on.
I stood still, trying not to gawk at the wealth written all over the room, waiting, patiently, sex-starved for him.
I felt him behind me, with one finger, he slid my hair to the side, exposing my neck.
"Goosebumps." he chuckled. "Is this how hungry you are?" he traced his finger across my shoulder.
"I-" I started but he cut me off.
"Take off your clothes."
I wasted no time, undoing my zip.
"And face me, I want to watch you." He commanded.
Something about his voice made me lose all power, so dominant. I'm not sure if this is how one-night stands normally are. This feels different, he seems to always want to be in control and I'm enjoying every inch of it.
I took off my dress, now bare in front of him, except for my lace black panties. My nipples peaked for him, and he couldn't keep his eyes off it.
I bent to take my panties off too, it's probably why he was just staring and not saying anything.
"No, darling. That's my job to do." He growled and walked towards me.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?
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!