"Never in a million years did I think I'd be standing in the middle of a supermarket, awkwardly holding a box of condoms-for my boss's son, no less!" Emily Lane landed the job of her dreams straight out of high school, becoming the personal assistant to one of the most powerful businessmen in the world. But she hadn't anticipated the bonus package that came with the role-his son, Shawn Cole. Shawn is the definition of trouble: charming, flirty, and way too good-looking for his own good. For three years, Emily has dodged his playful advances, mastering the art of keeping him in line while secretly enjoying their banter. Their dynamic is harmless, just two people trading quick wit and stolen laughs. But lately, something has shifted. The teasing lingers a little longer, the glances feel a little more loaded, and Emily is starting to wonder if Shawn's just playing-or if her own heart is starting to betray her. When the line between playful friendship and something much deeper begins to blur, Emily realizes she might be in over her head
Not once did I think I would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son! And I know it's for him because I wrote the shopping list this morning before I left to go to the main office and then all of a sudden his request is at the bottom of my list.
I grab the box labelled 'small' and throw it into the trolley with the rest of the groceries. I don't know what size he is but I'm sure with his rude, egotistical personality, a small should be just fine.
After paying for the groceries and loading the car I finally begin to make my way back to the Mansion. The streets are empty as it is nearly 9.00 p.m. but people are still up, letting their house lights brighten the road a little more. I prefer to do Mr. Cole's shopping at night, that way he can wake up to a kitchen full of fresh food, and I miss the daily mad rush of grocery shoppers. Though tomorrow he will be coming back in the afternoon from his business trip.
I finally arrive at the house and using the remote above my head I open the garage door, slowly drive in and park next to one of Mr. Cole's vintage cars.
I walk through the dark and into the kitchen carrying the three large shopping bags before putting them on the marble bench and turning on the lights.
As I begin unloading the plastic bags, I hear fast pattering feet coming towards the kitchen and within moments Shawn is standing directly in front of me with his bare torso glistening under the light while holding a pillow to cover his lower half. This doesn't surprise me. He usually walks around in his briefs so I've seen him more than enough times nearly naked.
"Did you get them?" He asks turning to the bench and showing half his bum cheek.
"Oh my god Shawn!" I gasp covering my eyes. I didn't realise he was fully naked!
"What?" I hear him chuckle a little and I frown behind my hands.
"I didn't realise... Gah never mind. They're in one of the plastic bags" I say not letting my hands drop.
The plastic bags rustle as he searches until eventually, he stops.
"They're not there" he says urgently and I can feel him staring at me expectantly though I still don't look.
"Keep looking. They're in there somewhere."
"They're not" He says getting a little impatient and I know I'm going to have to look for them. He is such a child. Well not really, we're both 20 but I'd say I'm the more mature one. I've been working under his father for almost 3 years now as his assistant and I now know the ins and outs of everything in his life, including his son's playboy fanatics. Shawn is usually, dare I say, a lovely boy, a bit hard on the outside but he has his nice moments. The one thing I've learned about him is he loves to have fun with girls. At first, I was shocked at the number of different girls that would come over during the week but I'm very used to it now.
"Fine go stand on the other side of the bench" I say and I immediately hear his feet walk over, allowing me to uncover my eyes.
I begin searching through the plastic bags on the bench and he's right, they're not there. I look down at the plastic bag at my feet that I was midway through unpacking. I bend down and find the box just under shampoo.
As I stand up Shawn is once again standing in front of me.
"Here" I say holding the box out, looking straight into his bright green eyes that are slightly covered by his now messy brown hair, careful not to look down at his lower torso that leads to the black pillow.
"Thanks" he says grabbing the box and I turn to the fridge so I don't get a view of his backside when he walks off.
I open the fridge and begin rearranging the middle shelf so the fresh food can fit.
A few moments later Shawn comes back and opens the door wider so he can see me, his eyebrows now slightly raised.
"Really Emily? A small?" He says, amusement clear in his voice.
I just shrug in response not caring. If he wanted condoms he should have gone and gotten them himself. I'm his father's assistant, not his maid.
"You don't believe that do you?" He smiles a little at me and I feel myself beginning to blush at the thought of thinking about his size. Thankfully the cold air from the fridge keeps my body temperature in check.
"Well I didn't know what to get you. All you wrote on the list was condoms with a wink face next to it" I say keeping a straight face.
A small smirk now begins to play along his red lips which I'm guessing are a bit more colourful since messing around with whatever one-off girl is waiting in the room for him tonight.
"We'll maybe I should show you so you know for next time," he says slowly pulling down the pillow.
"Don't you dare!" I gasp, catching the pillow before it slips any further.
I remove my hand immediately as a huge smile appears across his face at my reaction.
"I'm just kidding Emily" he smiles again, "but next time, maybe something a little bigger" he finishes, handing me the box back and then walking off to his room.
Great now I'm going to be responsible for making Mr.Cole a grandparent at only 49 years old. Wouldn't that be a great Christmas present? 'Merry Christmas Mr Cole. Your son is having a baby with some girl he had a one-night stand with thanks to my insufficient presumption of his package'. I let out a huge sigh and threw the box into the bin. What a waste of money, not that Mr.Cole would care.
After unpacking everything I head down the hallway to Mr Cole's home office to quickly finish off some paperwork he wanted me to do before he comes back from France.
I turn his desk light on over his huge desk that is perfectly tidy. There is a small pile of papers in the middle of the desk with a small note on top.
'Emily, once these documents are finalised, a copy is to be sent to Mr Brown for him to also sign before they are given to the board. I will see you tomorrow afternoon. Ps. I hope my son isn't giving you too much trouble - Mr C'
I smile at the last sentence as he is well aware of what his son is like. Shawn is always bringing countless girls home after a night out partying with his friends. And since he is on his university break, the numbers have only increased.
I sit down in his comfy leather chair and grab a pen and a highlighter out of a smallholder before beginning to go through the documents.
I'm almost through the second page when I hear a low moan echo through the walls and down the hallway. I know it's from Shawn's room as he's almost right next door except a big storage cupboard separates the two.
I try to ignore it but hear it again, only louder this time.
"Ohhh Shawn!" I hear some girl screaming out.
I quickly run to the office door and shut it close to drown out the sound but I can still hear continuous banging against the wall.
This is going to be a long night...
"❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth."
Warning: Sexually explicit with lots of kinks and smut. The use of violent language is also included. "Hold me like the strings of your guitar and squeeze my breast like you're holding a note" Austin Sharpe, the lead singer of the pop-rock sensation Planet Orange, is hurtling toward self-destruction. The aftermath of a breakup with the woman he believed to be his true love has set him on a perilous course. Acquiring a reputation as one of Los Angeles' most notorious bad boys, his actions are jeopardizing the future of his successful career. Despite the concern of his family and bandmates, no one seems capable of steering him away from this destructive path. Enter Clara Peterson, an LA newcomer originally from Lynchville, Virginia. Aspiring for a life beyond the simplicity embraced by those in her hometown, she seizes a remarkable opportunity when a major record label takes notice of her. The only hitch? She must embark on a tour with Austin Sharpe, the pop-rock star infamous for his unsavory behavior and bad attitude. However, could there be more to Austin than meets the eye? Perhaps LA's most notorious bad boy isn't as bad as his reputation suggests.
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."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Warning! Mature Contents! ***Excerpt*** "You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" *** Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favour from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Killian. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
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.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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."