"Mabel..." he warned as I gently squeezed his hardness through his slacks, causing him to curse under his breath. Walter wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my face closer to his. "I know what you're trying to do, bella," he whispered, a sexy smirk playing on his handsome face as I moaned, feeling his other hand slide down between my legs, roughly massaging me. "And if you don't stop, I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with a flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good." One Friday night, Mabel Stone-a breathtakingly beautiful, innocent, and successful lawyer-has a chance encounter with an insanely handsome, gorgeous, and sexy man. Little does she know, he's one of Italy's most powerful and successful businessmen. What was just a one-night stand for Mabel meant something much more to him, and he isn't planning to let her go so easily. As things heat up between them, their nights become wild and full of passion. But what dark secret is Walter Robinson hiding? Warning: Contains mature language and adult, sexual content.
Mabel Stone
We had arrived an hour ago, and Jayda was already drunk next to me, singing God knows what song.
"C'mon Mabel Stone, It's only for one night. Enjoy this night, girl," Jayda shouted, glaring at me with her hands on her hips.
"I can't; I've got work tomorrow." I rolled my eyes with my arms crossed over my chest, causing her to let out an annoying huff.
A loud song played in the background as people swayed their hips to the music. You know the feeling when someone's watching you? That's what I was feeling at this moment. I felt a pair of eyes burning all over my body. I turned around to see a gorgeous man sitting across the room in the VIP booth. His legs were spread open as he watched me with his beautiful blue eyes. Man, he was breathtaking. He wore a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his muscles and his tattoos painted all over his skin. Hot. Breathtakingly hot. I just couldn't take my eyes off him. From his perfectly handsome face to his sharp jawline, everything was just breathtaking. He's the sexiest man I've ever seen so far. His blue eyes locked with my chocolate one, causing a small grin to tug on his lips.
Holy Moly.
I immediately looked away from him as I felt a blush crept on my cheeks. I took a deep breath, trying hard not to glance back at him. "Are you okay?" Benita asked. "Yes, I'm okay." I gave her a small smile, taking a sip of my tequila. "Fine," she shrugged, gulping down her last shot.
"Anyway, let's get to the dance floor. You've got to enjoy your night, Mabel," Benita said, dragging me to the middle of the dance floor. One night won't harm, right? A grinned tugged on my lips when Benita began to move her hips to the beat of the music. I close my eyes, swaying my hips. After a hard day, I'm feeling so good to finally let out the stress. Everyone's eyes were on us as we danced, swaying our hips, but we didn't care. Soon, random guys were dancing with us. When I opened my eyes, I saw 'him' stalking towards me. Oh my. I looked around but I couldn't see Benita anywhere. Where's she? Before I could go, his hands found my waist, bringing me impossibly closer to him.
"Dance on me, Bella." His Italian accent was thick, and his smooth words fell off his tongue. His sexiest, deep voice turned me on immediately.
"Well, i'm not interested, honey," I smirked without taking my eyes off his blue one, filled with nothing but lust. A sexy, devilish smirk tugged on his lips as he leaned down to my ear. I'm afraid my heart might explode anytime now because of how fast it was beating. I bite my lip, feeling his cologne.
Damn, This man can bring any woman down to her knees.
"I wasn't asking, sweetheart; I'm telling you," he huskily said into my ear, and in a swift motion, he spun me around so that my ass was now against his hard bludgeon and his strong tattooed arms wrapped around my waist. I close my eyes, slowly grinding against him, moaning softly. I bit down on my lip when I felt his lips on my neck, placing hot kisses. I pressed my ass harder into his hard bludge grinding, and he let out the sexiest grumble that could make any woman crazily turn on.
"Fuck, Bella," he cursed into my ear as his grip on my waist tightened.
"You're killing me," he said, turning me around to face him and capturing my lips in a hard, passionate kiss. At first, I was surprised, but I slowly kissed him back. I tangled my fingers into his dark locks when he sucked and bit my bottom lip. He swiped his tongue over my lip, wanting entrance, and when I denied it, he slid his tattooed hand down to my ass, giving my ass cheeks a tight squeeze, making me mumble into the kiss, and he slid his tongue inside my mouth, tasting every inch. He caressed my tongue with his. After a few minutes of hot make-out, I broke the kiss to catch my breath, and he began to trail hot kisses down to my neck, sucking and biting whatever he wanted.
"Please," I moaned when I felt his hand between my legs massaging me roughly. "You're so fucking wet," he growled lowly into my ear. "Who made you this wet, sweetheart?" He wrapped my hair around his knuckles and tugged down my hair, attacking my throat. I could already feel him smirking against my skin.
"You," I bite down on my lip, moaning softly when he runs his fingers up and down my slit to clitter. He pulled out his fingers and brought them to his lips, sucking them.
"So sweet," he murmured against my lips. Before I knew it, he moved my pants to the side and inserted two fingers deeper inside me, causing me to cry out.
"Please, oh my," I moaned. My back is arching. He smirked, brushing our lips together, teasing my wanting lips with his while his fingers pumped in and out of me at a faster and roughly paced pace. It was dark here, and people were too busy enjoying their nights to notice what we were doing. He pulled out his fingers from inside me and sucked them off. He kissed me on the lips, letting me taste myself. A gasp left my lips when he threw me over his broad shoulder, carrying me upstairs to a VIP bedroom.
He put me down to close it and locked the door. He turned to me, unbuttoning his shirt, while his eyes eyed him from up to down, licking his lips. I cupped his face and smashed our lips together, pushing his shirt off his shoulder and throwing it on the floor. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me back hungrily. I was so wet. My vagina was throbbing from how badly I needed to feel him inside me. He took off my top and unclasped my bra, throwing them to the floor. I tried to hide my breasts with my hands in embarrassment, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.
"Don't hide your body from me. It's beautiful," he pecked my lips, making me blush. "You too." I pecked his lips with pink cheeks, and he let out a beautiful, breathless chuckle.
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" I asked, breathing hard, when I let go of my wrists, planting a kiss on my lips.
"I'm barely starting, Sweetheart," he smirked, lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carrying me to the bed. I gasped when he threw me on the bed, causing me to bounce a few times.
"Don't fucking move," he warned before walking to a small closet. I bite down on my lip, waiting for him. A few moments later, he walks out of the closet with handcuffs, causing my eyes to widen. He smirked at me before taking my wrists and cuffing them.
"What are-" I cut off when he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He licked his lips as his blue eyes roamed my naked body, causing my cheeks to turn bright pink. He crawled on top of me, kissing my body up.
"Tell me your safe word," he asked, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb. "Red," I whispered, causing his smirk to widen.
"Trust me, I'm going to fuck you until you're all numb." I bite down on my lip when he slowly spreads my legs, cursing to himself. He licked his lips.
I don't know why, but I felt like he'd meant every word.
"And I'm not going to stop until I worship every inch of your beautiful body, Bella."
~
I slowly opened my eyes to see my sexy stranger peacefully sleeping beside me. His breathtaking face was against the pillow as he was sleeping on his stomach. His strong, tattooed arms wrapped around my waist. I can barely move after last night. I hissed when I felt a sharp pain between my legs. God. I bite down on my lip, staring at him. I couldn't help it. He's just so handsome and naked-holy shit. Thank God his torso was covered with a bed sheet. I felt a blush creep on my cheeks as I thought about last night. Gosh. He didn't let me sleep for even seconds and kept going round and round. I don't know how someone can have so much energy in them. He has that horse stamina. I lift my head a little to press a kiss on his plump lips. As much as I want to stay and enjoy the view, I've got to get out of here before he wakes up. Slowly, he gently moved his arm off me and got out of bed. I hissed but immediately covered my mouth with my hands when he stirred a little.
I quickly looked for my clothes and changed into them. I've got to take a hot shower as soon as I get home. I took a deep breath and, last time turned around to see him. I adjusted my hair and grabbed my bag, quickly walking out of the room. Servants were cleaning the club when I walked downstairs. I quickly got out of the club, getting into a taxi. I pulled out my phone from the bag to see 10 missed calls from Jayda and Benita. I turned off the phone, taking a deep breathe.
I just can't get 'him' out of my head. What's wrong with me? That was just a one-night stand and nothing more. But still, I couldn't stop thinking about our last night and 'him'.
"Ma'am, we're here."
I couldn't get the way Bambi moaned my name out of my head. It was so hypnotic, and it made me hard just thinking about her. Hearing her sweet voice in my head. Christopher Wallace, popularly know as De Rossi, an assassin to the most notorious Mafia gang in the world was hired for a mission but unknown to him, he didn't know the mission was going to turn to be the beginning of the end of the cold and loveless life he's always used to. Amila, a 20 year old beauty, lost all her family to a car accident and since then her life has been miserable. She hired an assassin to do what she was to cowardly to do, take her own life but this event turned out to bring the sun she's lost since the night of her parents accident
Rita Locke, the fearless and cunning Don of the Italian Mafia, has carved a path for herself in a world dominated by men. Trained to be a ruthless killer from an early age, she commands respect wherever she goes. Her power is unmatched-until her father shatters her carefully built empire by arranging her marriage. Chase Rodriguez, the cold and calculating leader of the American Mafia, is a man who thrives on control. Known for his cruelty and unyielding demeanor, Chase views life as a game, and breaking others is a skill he's mastered. When fate forces these two formidable forces to unite in marriage, chaos ensues. Will these two predators find an unexpected sanctuary in one another, or will their volatile natures lead to destruction? "I don't remember signing up for strip poker," she quipped, her lips forming a soft frown that didn't quite mask the amusement in her sharp gaze. She knew she couldn't win this game-but that didn't mean she'd back down. "Are you quitting? A quitter, are you?" I taunted, enjoying the way my words needled her. Her lips twitched in annoyance before she pressed them into a tight line. The blue in her eyes darkened, and a dangerous smirk played on her face. She slipped off one of her sandals and held it up, letting it dangle from her finger before tossing it aside. Her raised brow was a challenge, one I couldn't ignore. I had gotten under her skin-exactly as I planned.
"Fuck. You." I watched as his brown eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the wall. One hand was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending shivers through my body, but in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again, Anabelle, and I'll make you scream it," he whispered angrily. His words made my heart race and I felt a rush of arousal. I tried to push his hand away, even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go and stepped back. "Get ready, Anabelle, and if you're not ready by eight, I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. Total Warning: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent.
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"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?