My name is Gemma Morgan, and I'm a Stripper. Most girls don't do this because they love it, they do it because they have to. Bills to pay. Kids to feed. No other choice. But me? I love it. I live for it. The thrill of grinding against a man's lap, feeling their need, their hunger, it's better than any drug. I wasn't abused as a kid. I don't have a tragic backstory. My parents are alive and well. I even send them money sometimes, not that they know where it comes from. I'm not ashamed. I don't need saving. But this is my story... and trust me, it's not what you think.
the Temptation of the Night
The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the lingering scent of whiskey. Gemma Morgan adjusted the strap of her lace bra as she made her way past the crowded tables.
She passed by the other dancers in the dressing room, some fixing their makeup, others adjusting their outfits. Sasha was in the middle of retelling the girls about last night's best tipper, waving her hands as she spoke.
"He pulled out a roll of cash so big, I thought he was about to pay my tuition," Sasha laughed, applying more lipgloss. "Turns out he just wanted me to whisper sweet nothings in his ear while he drank his whiskey. Easiest money ever."
Gemma smirked as she grabbed her body shimmer, dusting it over her collarbone. "I need one of those tonight."
"Girl, don't we all?" Sasha rolled her eyes. "You working the main floor first?"
"Nah," Gemma said, stretching her arms. "Straight to the stage."
She loved the stage. The way the world melted away when she was up there. The way the lights blurred out the men's faces, turning them into nothing but shadows with cash. Up there, she was in control.
When the DJ called her name, she went on the stage, her heels clicking against the floor. The music started slow, seductive. She wrapped her fingers around the pole, letting her body move in rhythm, dipping and rolling with the beat.
Then, she saw him.
A man in a sleek black suit, the Rolex on his wrist caught the light every time he lifted his drink. He wasn't staring at the stage like the rest of them, he was staring at her.
Rich. Powerful. Exactly the kind of man she wanted tonight.
Gemma met his gaze, holding it. She was used to men looking at her, but this was different. There was something almost predatory, about the way he watched. Like he had already decided something about her before she even stepped off the stage.
When her set ended, she barely had time to catch her breath before one of the floor managers approached her.
"Guy in VIP wants a private dance," he said, nodding toward the man in the suit.
Gemma smirked, already feeling the heat of excitement in her body. "I thought so."
She adjusted her outfit and made her way to him, letting her hips sway just a little more than usual. When she reached his table, he leaned back, taking her in like he had all the time in the world.
"Sit," he said, voice smooth. Commanding.
Gemma slid onto his lap, placing her hands on his chest as she started to move. She felt the slow rise and fall of his breathing beneath her fingertips.
"You don't talk much, huh?" she murmured, rolling her hips against him.
He smirked. "I prefer watching."
His hands stayed on the armrest, never touching, but the way his gaze moved over her body made her feel bare, even more than she already was.
"You dance differently," he said after a moment.
Gemma tilted her head. "How so?"
He exhaled through his nose, like he was amused by the question. "You dance like you enjoy it."
For some reason, that made her stomach twist. Most men just commented on her ass or her legs. None of them ever noticed things like that.
When the song ended, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash. "For your time."
Gemma took it, resisting the urge to count it in front of him. "You might be my favorite customer tonight."
He smirked again. "Maybe next time, I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
She held his gaze for a second longer than necessary before standing up and walking away.
**
By the end of the night, her bag was full of cash, way more than usual. She left the club feeling amazing. she decided to stop by a grocery store on her way home.
The fluorescent lights felt harsh after the dim glow of the club, but she didn't mind. She grabbed a few essentials. milk, egg, and a bottle of cheap wine before heading to checkout.
The cashier, a young girl with tired eyes, gave her a once-over before scanning the items. Gemma could tell she knew. The way she kept looking at the faint glitter dusting her collarbone, the slight smudge of eyeliner still on her waterline.
Gemma just smiled, handing over the cash.
When she finally got home, she let out a deep sigh, kicking off her heels before collapsing onto her bed. Her body was still buzzing, the adrenaline from the night not fully worn off.
She reached for her wine, taking a slow sip as she let her thoughts wander. The way that man had looked at her. The way his voice had wrapped around her like silk.
A warm shower was next, washing away the sweat, the perfume, the lingering scent of whiskey from the club.
By the time she slipped into bed, her limbs were heavy, her mind drifting. Tomorrow was another night.
**
The next evening started like any other. Gemma arrived at the club, got ready, chatted with the girls. But then, something unusual happened.
A man sat in VIP, refusing every dancer who approached him.
"What's his deal?" Sasha whispered, adjusting her bra strap.
Gemma followed her gaze. It was him. The man from last night.
Before she could process it, a bouncer approached her. "That guy in VIP? He asked for you specifically."
Gemma raised a brow. "Me?"
The bouncer nodded. "Wants a private dance. No one else."
Her stomach tightened with something she couldn't name. Curiosity. Maybe something darker.
She made her way to him, slipping into his space with ease. "You're picky," she teased, resting a hand on his shoulder.
He smirked. "I know what I want."
She straddled his lap, rolling her hips to the music, but there was something about the way he watched her that made her breath hitch. His gaze wasn't hungry like the others. It was calculating. Possessive.
"Why me?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
His fingers tapped against the table. "I like your body." His eyes dragged down to her lips. "I like your mouth."
Gemma's stomach clenched. "That all?"
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to something darker and filthier. "I like the way you tease. I like imagining what else you can do. I bet you taste sweet".
Heat flushed through her body, but she didn't falter. She had played this game before.
"Come home with me," he murmured.
Gemma blinked, momentarily thrown off.
"club rules, We're not allowed to do that," she said smoothly, though her pulse was anything but steady.
He pulled out another thick stack of bills, setting it on the table between them. "I'll pay you more than anyone ever has."
Her throat went dry. Gemma was used to offers, but something about the way he said it made her body burn.
"It has to be a secret," he continued, his voice smooth, confident. "No one has to know."
Her body was still moving against him, but her mind was racing.
He just took the words right out of her mouth.
When I was 13 years old, my entire family committed suicide by driving full speed off a thirty foot bridge. Morbid, I know. Unfortunately, they deemed themselves unfit to live and ended it the only way they knew how. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend for myself and survive in a world full of werewolves and demons. My name is Claire Summers and my family had once ran one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract held by a certain grey eyed demon. After their deaths, the pack diminished to almost nothing. The spell cast upon the pack members had been lifted and they saw no reason to stick around. I was left with no one to support me and I was forced to find my own way through life. My title as the Alpha's daughter slowly slipped back to Omega in a matter of hours. Nobody wanted anything to do with me. I was a freak in their eyes. They were embarrassed of me, I humiliated them. The Alpha's daughter was supposed to be strong and lead the pack when her parents couldn't and I wasn't able to. I was an Omega at heart. I always had been, no matter the spell the demon put on everyone. I was an Omega and they were finally beginning to see that. I was weak, pathetic, unloved, and an outcast. Everyone despised me. People who I thought of as family members disowned me. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
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.
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."
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.