"We shouldn't; your son is my fiancé." I said it in a hushed, resentful, uncertain voice. His brilliant blue eyes, the same ones he had only moments before watched me undress, studied me intently before he softly tipped his head to the right. "Darling, I really don't give a fuck right now." The deeper his voice got, the more his chest rumbled. My thighs became more clenched together, and my hands continued to cover my exposed breast. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, and the only thing separating us were his sweatpants hanging over his muscular body and his forgotten loved ones. At that point, I made the decision to raise my hands so he could see my entire body. It felt so appropriate, even though he is my dad's greatest friend and my soon-to-be father-in-law. Talitha has always been the ideal child-she has never disobeyed her parents and has always complied with their regulations. Talitha appears flawless in every way, yet behind closed doors, she becomes a complete mess. Bodhi Rhodes has always been fond of her and has been wanting her for a while. However, didn't he think it strange that she was seeking a relationship with him after her family filed for bankruptcy? His father returns to the city after their engagement in the real world. Kaz Rhodes is a 47-year-old prosperous businessman who is also Talitha's father's close friend. When they encounter each other, everything changes-skin to skin, tongue to mouth, commit flies out of the room-but for how long? Her family's reputation will benefit from her marriage to Bodhi, but if her father learns the truth, he will never pardon her for her transgressions.
As he violently rolled off of me, his chest heaving up and down, I lay flat on my back, expressionless. To be honest, I never found sex to be enjoyable; it was a dull act. Maybe happiness in general, or maybe that's what I'm lacking in life. I got up, picked up my silk robe from above my couch, and went to my enormous glass window. Today, the city was silent, and the lights shone brilliantly, resembling stars.
I detest living in a city because of how loud it is all the time and how the dense people prevent you from ever seeing the stars.
"What's wrong?" I wanted to answer everything when Bodhi asked, but then my father's words kept repeating in my thoughts.
"Money is a price you'll have to pay with your body this time."
I pretended to smile before turning to face him again. He was leaning on his elbows to support himself while he was lying on the bed. There's no doubting his heat, yet despite the white sheets hanging around his toned chest, my body doesn't find him attractive.
"Nothing, bebê." With a purr and a fluid hip-swing, I observed my body as if it were a temple, and he gazed at me. His dainty hands gently dragged me down by my tiny waist as I slowly ascended to the top of the bed on my knees.
He's always had his eyes on me; I simply didn't realize it until my father went bankrupt, at which point I began to give him some thought. It was cruel, and my father made the decision to pursue me rather than me. My dad is from a wealthy family, and because my fiancé's father is his best friend, he knows a lot about the Rhodes.
Naturally, I felt awful for using him as a kind of bargaining chip, but I was forced to do so by my family.
"Isn't it crazy how our wedding is literally around the corner?" In his tone, he seems to be shocked at how quickly time is passing.
I'm marrying you without even knowing your middle name-isn't that crazy?
"I can't wait." I sighed dreamily and grinned.
The sex, the smiles, the feelings-everything was staged. I had no feelings at all for this man, not even the tiniest touch of camaraderie.
"Are you excited to meet my dad?" I wanted to jump off the balcony and never come back, he asked.
"Of course, he's my father-in-law." I forced another smile out of me.
I feel that my dad's insistence that I get into a relationship with him and give up my body and dignity has much contributed to the reason why I detest Bodhi; I find it repulsive to have sex with someone I know I'll never want to. You would think that he would notice someone after his money, but love has clouded his mind so much that he doesn't see things clearly. All I want is money; I don't want personal or close relationships.
I pressed myself into his chest, kissing him all the way down his abs as my hooded eyes darted up to meet his. His head cocked back in seduction. I swept my hair over my shoulder and sank my teeth into his flesh. With a loud, pained groan, he leaped to his feet, and a sinister smile formed against my full lips.
Mankind has always been so feeble; he glares at me and says, "Ow, what the hell, Talitha?" I apologize; I was simply wanting to have a little fun." I furrowed my brow slightly and fluttered my lashes at him.
He brushes it off and saunters up to try to kiss me. I saw the change in his countenance when I turned down his kiss. Kissing is intimate and something I cherish greatly; thus, I won't let my first kiss be with someone I don't love.
I was forced to kiss since it's the only thing about sex that I can control and that my dad cannot take away from me.
"Just get dressed, alright." He gets up and lifts his boxers, and I give him a nod before he leaves our room.
I approached my body mirror and caressed the side of my face in an attempt to make myself happy. I kept practicing my smile until I finally got the hang of it, but it wasn't working.
Inhale Tawila
After taking a long, hot shower that was much needed, I felt refreshed and prepared to go. I was wearing both my massive engagement ring and my regular gold jewelry. I will never get used to wearing a diamond this size. I took out one of my beautiful dresses that Bodhi had given me. I hate to say it, but his taste is excellent. It was a tiny, orange leather dress with pearls on the back straps. A tiny cutout next to my left leg displayed my tan thigh.
My hair was already curled from this morning, and it just barely covered my buttocks. Just to give myself a little more volume, I put on some white heels and doused myself in perfume.
Before leaving my room, I put a smile back on my face and noticed Bodhi by the door, adjusting his tie in the mirror. I cleared my throat, and he turned to face me, a broad smile just barely visible. Not only do my parents and my fiancé keep me on a strict diet, but I found it annoying that he relished the thought of flaunting me like I was some kind of prize.
While waiting for my parents downstairs, Bodhi was too preoccupied with inspecting himself to realize that I was beginning to feel anxious. I gave my mom's cheek a gentle peck before reaching over and giving my dad a kiss once they made it downstairs, and he finally stopped staring at himself in the mirror.
Inaudibly, he took hold of my elbow. "I want you to be on your best behavior tonight." He gives me a sharp whisper in my ear, and I swallow before brushing it off with a tiny smile.
He spoke to me in a tone that indicated he was serious about tonight, as in, if I did something wrong, he would punish me.
We all headed to the car, and the entire drive was made up of terrible jokes and fake laughter.
I had everything a little child could ask for growing up-I was cherished by both of my parents and shielded by my elder brother. Back then, everything was wonderful; we were all together and content as a family, but these days, nothing is the same as family. My brother began using drugs to erase his troubles, my mom began drinking her worries away, and Dad began gambling and gradually began to lose every penny of our money.
If you're wondering where that leaves me, I have an abusive father, a poisonous mother, and a sibling who betrays me.
"My dad already has a table inside the restaurant for us." My mother chimes in happiness, Bodhi says.
I don't know how much longer I can look out the window without getting annoyed enough to roll my eyes. The restaurant oozed money, so I intertwined my fingers with my fiancé's, and we stepped inside. Everybody was decked up in elegant attire, including their pets, and the restaurant was completely covered with diamonds, including the patrons.
As we rounded the corner, my parents were waiting for us, clearly embracing my fiancé's father with their arms spread wide. I was unable to see anything in front of my parents since Bodhi let go of my hand and moved directly in front of me. They welcomed our guest in such a dramatic way that I rolled my eyes and took a step back.
His dad doesn't seem to care.
Instead, I fixed my gaze on the location, and although I've been to numerous upscale restaurants, I wasn't impressed, and it was starting to get monotonous. Just then, I noticed someone clearing their throat, and I quickly looked back. At last, my parents and Bodhi stood to the side.
My gaze gradually followed the figure who stood before me-it was unquestionably not Bodhi. This guy had a large dahlia flower against the top of his hand and words tattooed across his knuckles. As I followed my gaze up his dark blue suit, I noticed another tattoo over his neck: a small-lettered version of his name, Bodhi. As my gaze finally locked with his, his piercing gray eyes nearly sent me into a new century.
I have never seen a man quite like this one, and there aren't enough adjectives to express how amazing he is. I had briefly considered being gay, but after seeing this god in front of me, I'm not sure. A moment before, air was pounding through my lungs, but now it was rushing up to my cheeks, making me blush slightly.
"You must be Talitha." His thick southern accent made me uncontrollably clench my legs together.
He extended his massive, heavy hand to shake mine. The image of his hand around my throat made me gag. I turned to look at my father, who was giving me a hard look and nudging me to get over there so we could shake hands. I turned to face Bodhi's father and forced a smile to come to my lips before putting my hand in his; his skin was warm compared to mine, which was frigid.
"What gave it away?" With a trace of fun in my voice, I asked.
"My son said you were drop-dead gorgeous; that's what gave it away." His remarks seemed intelligent, as he grinned. I nearly forgot that this man is going to be my future father-in-law for a little while as my eyes lit up with mischief as I considered all the ways he could chastise me.
"And you are?" With my eyebrow slightly lifted, I posed the question to him while our hands remained linked.
He raised my hand to his velvety lips. "Kaz Rhodes, darling." I felt shivers run down my spine as he whispered against me.
I should enjoy this.
" Please don't tell anyone." She turned around and sighed heavily. "Really? You want the rest of the staff to be shocked by the news more than they already will be?" " I need to tell them and I will tell them." She nodded, "Fine. I'll give you twenty four hours," she headed out of the office and slid her badge through the time clock. She let out a slow breath, to calm down her nerves, before pushing through the break room door. She needed to figure out what she was going to do and she had no time to waste.
There's a hunt every blue moon, an ancient custom among vampires to defend themselves by eliminating the one animal capable of killing them without the use of weapons. The werewolf. Furthermore, whereas the other otherworldly beings are happy to forget and dismiss... The leader of the wolf, the White Wolf, cannot. Vali had turned her attention to figuring out how to put an end to the ongoing mass murder after losing her position as second in command to the previous hunt. With two months until the next Blue Moon, the Summit is her last remaining option, so she must move quickly. She must go after Mircea Dracula, the vampire prince, and beg his assistance in putting an end to the hunt permanently. The prophecy about a White Wolf and a Dracula bringing peace to the supernatural realm is her last hope. She is unaware, though, that he is trying to find a way out. a means of escaping his forced marriage. from a crown that is compromised. A means of ending the carnage and bringing peace to the world of the paranormal. And neither of them realizes that the new era is only getting started as they meet eyes at the summit.
Following her father's passing, Lady Sarah Jane is handed down to her inheriting uncles and cousins as the obedient ward who no one wanted to take care of. After the passing of her last surviving family members and the impending dissolution of the Rosenberg title, Sarah Jane had to figure out how to protect herself in a culture that prioritizes men. Finding an old document that might save her life, she learns of the unusual agreement her father had with the late Viscount Killsworth. By signing the arrangement, she puts herself in the capable hands and compassionate care of Killsworth's son, an unmarried man who ends up becoming her guardian and protector. Due to a secret, Lord Killsworth isolates himself. He is happy about the sizeable bequest, but he was not prepared for the ill-mannered, barbaric ward that comes with it. However, he quickly understands that giving in to his ward's demands for a season would be the last straw to save his shattered, evil heart.
A virgin is offered up to a mighty beast every 200 years so that it may reproduce. There have been no offspring born in the previous years. It is well known that the beast can only have a pup if he is mated. The ostracized virgin is always chosen by the community out of complex beast-related fear. Ava Goodchild and I were chosen as virgins.
The werewolf The Diamond Crescent pack is where Quinn lives. She is both physically and mentally strong, and as the daughter of the head pack warrior, she would fight anyone or anything that got in her way. She doesn't need a partner right now, but this year she is old enough to go to the yearly mating ball. Will Quinn reach her goals and leave the ball single, or will her soul mate find her and drag her into a life she's not ready for? If her mate finds her, will she have the strength to turn down the one person who was really meant for her, or will her years of training not be enough and she will give in to his demands? I stopped for a moment, closed my eyes, and took a big breath. I want to know where the smell is coming from. It fell suddenly, right on top of me. When I suddenly opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful chest standing in front of me. I thought about the blue suit. I slowly turned around and saw the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. "Mate." Even before I knew I was thinking it, I had already said it. The man gave me a big smile, and his eyes were shining. It was hard to keep from sending it back. "Let me tell you about myself," he said. He looks a little worried. At least I wasn't the only one. "I am..."
Nancy Owens's youth was the worst she could have had. After her mother died, her father hurt her, and she was picked on at school her whole life because she was overweight. Keith Carter. He was rude, cocky, and a real jerk. Keith is a real playboy. He has good looks and will soon be the CEO of a multibillion-dollar business. He doesn't care what other people think or how he makes them feel. What will happen when they run into each other?
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!
"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.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
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."