Life is about to get very interesting with three new stepbrothers! Blair Watson has experienced exactly this. The Three Sons of Her mother's fourth spouse are special in their own way. Donny, a city kid, provides her with what she's been looking for. Alan is a firefighter with a wild side. Then there's Evan, the eldest brother. A too-hot-to-handle killing machine emerges from a war zone, all gloomy and mysterious, with extremely specific requirements. Only time will tell if Blair can retain her cool when things become heated and if she can submit to all of her brothers' wishes at the same time.
"Fuck, which room is it?" Blair inquired, her impatience gnawing at her.
"Two, zero, one."
She tottered alongside the hottie she'd picked up at Earl's Bar, gripping his arm. She was hot. She had an itch that needed to be scratched. And Alec-or was it Anders?-had given every indication that he'd be up for it.
He was more than willing, and he was also pretty sexy.
She examined a numbered plate before motioning left at the end of the corridor. "That way...Alec."
"It's Anders," he said, almost growling. "My name is Anders."
"Of course, sure. Let's go to the minibar, Anders."
As they rounded the corner, he placed his strong arm around her waist, virtually lifting her off the ground. "We've had enough to drink, there's more important cravings to satisfy, don't you think?"
She laughed, relishing the sensation of being pressed against his hot, firm body. She could feel the contour of his torso through his black cotton shirt, and gosh, she was going to be astonished when she saw it.
"Do you visit London frequently?" she inquired. Maybe they could meet up again if he was a decent shag.
"Occasionally." His tone was stern.
"So when are you next in town?"
They came to a standstill before room twenty-one. He took a key card from his black leather wallet. "Not for a while."
"Why? "Are you going on vacation?"
"Work." He pushed open the door with the flat of his palm. His brow was furrowed, and his black eyes were narrowed. He motioned for her to enter.
"What is it you do again?" He'd been evasive when she'd inquired before.
"I told you, security."
"Ah yes." She walked in, and the door shut with a thunderous click the instant she passed him.
She was locked up against him the next thing she knew. His mouth collided with hers, and he gasped, clearly relieved to be giving in to his wants.
Blair pressed in. He could taste the peaty whisky he'd just drank, as well as a hot, eager man. Her stomach clenched and her panties were dampened by a thrill-her barista job at Grind 'n' Go had long forgotten.
"Fuck, you're a sexy bitch," he muttered as he kissed her cheek and clasped her right breast over her top.
She was out of breath and her heart was pounding, so she kicked off her stilettos and went for his shirt, tugging it from the waistline of his black jeans with quick, frenzied movements.
"If you want to call a halt..." he blurted out, "say so now 'cause I'm nearly at the point of no return."
She yanked up his shirt.
"I don't want to call a halt, and if you stop, I'll kill you."
"Huh, you can try." He took a step back, removed his shirt, and tossed it into the velvety shadows. He dragged his belt through the buckle, shattering it.
Fuck! Her eyes were drawn down to his physique. He was in great shape. She'd struck gold. His shoulders and chest were broad, his biceps bulged, and his abs were as thick as a brick wall. On his right pec, he had a dark tattoo of a dagger with a snake coiled around the blade.
"Strip," he grumbled, shoving his trousers down his legs. His Calvin Klein boxers were black as well. "Unless you want your clothes ripped to shreds."
Blair didn't need to be reminded twice. She pulled her electric-blue silk shirt off and shoved at her leather trousers. When they took longer to remove than she had planned, she felt a feeling of frustration wash over her.
But he was there, hunched over and pulled on them, yanking them over her toes.
"Jesus," he said with a sigh, "I've been hard as a rock this last hour in the bar." He swung his arms around her waist, her bra pressing against his chest. "Damn, uncomfortable if I'm honest."
"I hope you'll stay hard for a while longer," she whispered, running her hands through his short, spiky hair.
"Don't worry, I haven't got any stamina issues." He flashed a seductive grin. "Never had any complaints either, Clare."
"Blair."
He laughed. The bastard had spelled her name incorrectly on purpose.
The drapes weren't completely closed, and a pencil of buttery London light flowed over the white bedcovers. He tossed her onto the bed, immediately falling over her and kissing her again.
His weight was enticing, and his body heat warmed her skin. She spread her legs, allowing him to nestle between her thighs. They communicated through their pants. Her chest groaned with yearning as she felt his cock, huge and steely.
"Fuck me." Her claws dug into his shoulders as she held them. "I need it."
"You're a wild little thing, you know that?" He took off her bra and ducked to get her right breast into his lips.
"I have been...told that before." His warm, wet tongue laving sent scorching tingles of ecstasy across her flesh.
"You've been told before that you're wild, naughty, and reckless?" He moved on to her other breast.
"Reckless?"
"You don't know who I am." I may be a kooky son-of-a-bitch with nefarious motives."
"That's what I'm hoping for."
For a split second, he raised his head and locked his sight with hers, his eyes sparkling in the strip of light and his breathing fast. "Such risk-taking deserves a spanking."
"Fuck me first." She smiled. The man was attractive in a rugged, capable, and totally masculine sense. She'd gotten extremely lucky tonight.
"You got it."
A ripping sound was followed by a tightness around her hips. Her pantyhose had perished.
"And it's Anders, remember," he remarked as he took off his boxers. "For when you're screaming my name in a few minutes."
"Just get on with it...oh..."
He tugged her right leg up, wrapping it around his forearm. His condom-covered cock's head nudged her in. As he looked down at her, a muscle in his cheek flexed.
She was holding her breath. Her dripping pussy fluttered. He wasn't going to be delicate; instead, he was going to push in hard and fast, filling her with cock.
It was just what she was looking for.
"Lord have mercy," he grumbled before driving in with a strong, purposeful thrust of his hips that filled her with one slick ride to full depth.
She screamed, enjoying the nip of agony that came with the deep penetration.
He groaned, his muscles as unyielding as concrete, long and low. "Ah fuck, you feel good."
"So...so do you."
He backed up, almost got out, then rammed home again.
Her lungs were being cleared of air. He was enormous and strong, and she was trapped beneath him.
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In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
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."
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