Minutes upon minutes pass and yet there was no bride coming, which is getting me pissed off. Why will I have to wait this long for her? The atmosphere slowly began to erupt with different whispering and murmuring voices, people turning to their partners, some turning to their seatmate while murmuring something, stealing glances at me. I feel so embarrassed right now. "Frank, what is going on? Where is my bride!?" My cold tone is loud enough for anybody to hear. "Err---boss," Before Frank could answer the tall wooden door of the hall, push it open with force, one of my men racing in, Boss, your bride has escaped!" The whole place went silent for a moment as if struck by lightning before it burst into different loud mocking voices and ill statements. "Alert the warriors and send messages to all the embassies to stop any flight!" I turn towards Frank, giving him the order. "Okay boss!" He salutes with a slight bow and descends the altar, disappearing into the wind to go carry out his assignment. I release the tie from my neck, feeling all choked up; I am boiling inwardly. "What are you planning to do!?" Hunts rush towards me. I start to undo the buttons of my suit, "Leave my bride to me, Mr. Hunts; I know how to handle her since you failed in doing so." I reply in a very calm and collected tone. "Listen, she is just naive; don't do anything stupid, okay?" He requests. "Mr. Hunt, it seems you are forgetting that this is a business deal; let me handle my part. You have given me your daughter as part of the deal, so let me handle things concerning her." I whisper into his ear, with eyes glistening dangerously. "Besides, will you marry a wife for me and still teach me how to fuck her!?" He grunts at that statement, "WHAT OUT!"
*Marcella POV*
"Another shot!" I demand, slamming the shot cup back to the counter. The bartender pours more liquor; I pick it up close to my mouth and gulp it all down my throat. My throat burns as a punishment for my greediness.
"Hello Damsel!" I made an annoying sound and turned to look at the owner of the deep, husky voice. His face screams perfection: brooding shoulders that would be so sexy to wrap arms around, arms covered with beautiful tattoos, and a few piercings on both sides of his ear, nose, and tongue, I guess. I drool for some minutes but slap myself back to reality. I should be worried about my life right now, not drooling over a stranger; I've just a few hours as a single lady.
"Do you mind having a drink with me?" I roll my eyes at his polite approach. I know what dudes like him want. I flap my chocolate hair rudely, my brown eyes checking him out.
"Go over that dancefloor; you will find the pawn you are looking for; they are all tailored to your taste." I watch the strange man from the corner of my eyes; his face forms a deep frown, but he quickly replaces it with a sweet smile.
"You got good acting skills," I score him in my mind. I snap my fingers in the air, thereby calling the bartender.
"Give this gentleman six cups of short; I will pay; at least let me pay him for his entrainment." My words hold a hint of sarcasm; the strange man chuckles, and I arch my brows at him.
"I hope you don't mind sharing it with me, or are you a newbie in alcohol?" I feel my body boil at that statement; it lessens my ego as a person. "Two more shots, please," I order foolishly. I have reached my limit, but I hate when someone dares me; it hurts my ego.
He drank the six shorts repeatedly and was able to finish it within a minute. I am tempted by his performance and also decide to prove to him that I'm up to the task; it turns out to be my greatest mistake. As soon as I'm done taking the two shots, making it a total of ten shots I have taken for the night, my mind becomes foggy. I could barely stand properly or hold my sight; my eyes were spinning heavily.
"Are you okay?" I feel the strange's breath fanned my ear; he is too close, too fucking close; he is calling out my hormones at this state. I badly wanted to push him away; he was looking like a sweet temptation right now.
"Where are you heading? I can take you there." His question reminds me of home, a home that used to be my haven but now is like a haunted house to me.
"Please, don't take me home." I cry out like a baby, tugging the shirt of the strange man. "Take me to somewhere safe, somewhere away from the world." I plead, hands clutching onto the button of his vintage shirt; his cologne calls me further until I find myself sniffing him like a pig.
"Alright, mia cara (my dear), I will get you to my haven." My face tilted up only to make contact with his dark grin, which made me go weak on my knees.
He leads me towards the upper floor of the club; we trot further until we get to a particular door; he swipes the key card across it; it makes a ding sound, and it opens. We both walk inside; I was wobbling heavily, but he holds me, his warm hands providing the support that I need.
He gently placed me on the bed like a gentleman and went down in front of me. I gasped, highly waiting for a proposal or something, but his next action made a gush of embarrassment wash past my face. Of course, he simply wants to help me take off my heels. What was I thinking? Was I expecting a ring? Pathetic!
He softly lifted my slender legs one after the other and took off my heels. His moves were so posh that heat built up in my face. I have never seen any man treat me this way.
I feel like Cinderella, who is in the arms of her prince charming; although I'm a princess in truth, I know I can never have a prince charming.
His hands accidentally brushed past my thigh, and it caused a spark, my blood running wild. I don't know why, but all of a sudden, I badly crave a man's touch, my core throbbing with need.
"Do you need me to prepare a bath for you?" His voice was so sweet and tempting, and his gray eyes bore into mine; I could read 'lust' he craves me, just how much I crave him.
"Damn this, fuck the pretense, fuck being a virgin!" I curse inwardly, swiftly attacking the handsome stranger with my mouth. He didn't hold back as well; our bodies heated up more as the kiss turned intense, and before we could figure out what was happening, our clothes were already flying out to the ground of the room while we pushed ourselves further into the bed.
"Hmm!" I moan out, wrapping my legs around his waist, exploring deeper into his alluring and delicious lips.
"God! MIA(Mine)!" He groans out in his sweet Italian accent, making me more aroused.
"I want every inch of you!" He breathes out, our breath hitching into each other's ears. This just seems like we have been lovers for years, who reunited; the chemistry was one I never thought existed; it felt like I understood what he wanted, and he, in return, understood me. I can't believe the great Marcella Hunt is in the arms of a man, making out! I bet the world I came from will die from shock if they ever see this.
My thoughts were cut short by a harsh penetration. "Argh!" I scream out like a banshee when I feel my hymen tear most brutally. I have taken a huge risk and here is what happens next......
Emma's eyes turned colder at the statement the young man in front of her made. "Bliss, take my son inside." She ordered the nanny, and as soon as they left her side, she faced the cruel man who happens to be her husband. "What is this?" She raised the papers that were given to her, playing dumb.You want a divorce?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Over my dead body! Do you think I will free you? Do you think I will allow my poor son to suffer? I don't give a damn about this marriage, but I do about my son. I wouldn't allow you and your stupid mistress to destroy the last joy I have." She deadpanned, flinging the papers into the air. She walked past Arizona, who was stunned at her attitude; she was not like this years ago. What happened to the shy, naive, chubby, and ugly Emma!? Is this the same teenager he impregnated and got married to? What is going on? Who is this beautiful disaster!? Impregnated and married off at seventeen? What led to it? What or who made her this way? Who will feel her wrath when she realizes she ought to be treated right? Find out as you read this incredible story!!!!
I stare at the naked figure besides me in amusement. I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell and drag me back. The rate at which he handles my body when it tangles in his, the sexual chemistry, the burning pleasurable desire, and the way my body writhes in his addictive touch make me go lustfully crazy. I don't know if such feelings ever existed before! My mother never mentioned this to me; she even barely spared time to teach me sex education. But here I am, having a bonus, a premium of the real thing, and the unfortunate part is that he is my coach! A 30-year-old married man! While I'm just a 19-year-old trainee of his!
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.