My husband is infatuated with my body, but he doesn't love me. Every time He Zheng gets drunk, he acts like a different person; he kisses me and makes me mistakenly believe that he loves me. But after the storm passes, he cruelly mocks me. "I touch you only because you're cleaner than the ones outside, and I don't have to spend any money."
My husband was infatuated with my body, but he didn't love me.
Every time Ryan was drunk, he seemed like a different person. He kissed me, engaged in gentle foreplay, making me mistakenly believe he loved me.
However, after experiencing the intense pleasure together, he would suddenly turn towards me with cruel sarcasm.
"Are you so desperate for it?"
"I touch you only because you're cleaner than those outside and it doesn't cost me anything."
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My husband, Ryan, was handsome, wealthy, and physically fit, with a strong desire in that regard.
Almost every other day, we had sex.
My sex life may have looked good on the surface, but I couldn't truly enjoy it.
Because he didn't love me.
To be precise, he hated me, deeply.
He used to have sex with me, just as a means of fulfilling his physical needs, and it had nothing to do with love.
As he saw it, I was more sexually pure than other women, and he didn't have to spend a dime.
Every time I heard such words, it felt like a knife stabbing into my heart, yet I maintained a calm exterior.
He never kissed me, never even caressed me, and he just didn't engage in foreplay.
It was always a straightforward physical encounter.
I felt like a low-priced whore, yet I was helplessly drawn to his charm; every time, I was left in a blissful daze.
I was ashamed of my lack of self-control.
This became his reason to ridicule me every time.
"Sandra, are you that sexually starved? Knowing I don't like you, yet you still reach orgasm. Don't you have any shame?"
I instantly fell from the clouds into an icy abyss, covering my reddened eyes with my hands.
He coldly withdrew, disdainfully cleaned himself, and went to another room to rest.
I lay stiffly on the bed, my body cooling from the heat, often unable to sleep for a long time.
Countless times, I questioned myself: Sandra, is this the marriage you longed for? Is this the man you've loved for so many years?
"Bang!"
The door crashed shut with a bang as Ryan drunkenly returned home.
He yanked off his tie, casually unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, revealing his chiseled features.
Even after seeing him countless times, I was still captivated by his looks.
Ryan was incredibly handsome, a cold and proud kind of sexy man.
His physique was impressive, with abs and a V-line.
He glanced at me, frowning slightly, "Sandra, your stomach isn't good. No cold drinks. Throw it away!"
I quietly hid the ice cream box behind me. He strode over, arms open as if to embrace me, and took the ice cream from behind me.
And tossing it into the trash.
I thought that was it, but he turned around, lightly tapped my forehead with his finger, a gesture with a hint of affection.
"Always naughty. Be good from now on, no more eating that."
I stood there, nodding gently.
He rarely looked at me with such softness, then headed upstairs to shower.
It was always like this.
As long as he was drunk, he became a different person, no longer cold, no longer rejecting me. His gaze carried affection and tenderness, making me mistakenly believe he had feelings for me.
But from past experiences, I knew it was all an illusion, a result of his drunkenness.
Once he sobered up, he was still the same Ryan, who detested and hated me.
After a while, Ryan came downstairs in a bathrobe, and I watched him approach me, feeling both longing and fear.
Yearning for his occasional warmth, yet fearing his sarcasm and mockery when sober.
He stood tall in front of me, looking at me with deep affection, softly asking, "Have you showered?"
I nodded, nervously licking my lips.
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.
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."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
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?
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.