Possessive

Blake pinned me against the edge of the desk, his fingertips scorching, papers scattering across the floor. "Stop lying to yourself," he murmured coldly, "You need me."

I should have hated him—his father was the prime suspect in my parents' death, yet his touch made me tremble. "I hate you…" I gritted my teeth, but my voice was weak.

He smirked, his grip tightening, "Yet your body is respondin...

"The pool cue came down hard on my left leg. The agony made my vision blur."

"You destroyed Vivian's leg," Noah, the man I’d loved for ten years, said emotionlessly. "Now you'll pay with yours."

Because of a car accident I didn't cause, my fiancé broke my leg, my wealthy family disowned me, and I was thrown into prison for three years.

When I was finally released, I thought the nightmare was o...

Maya finally felt her life was back on track. Being upgraded from a waitress to being a part of a multinational industry was a dream come true. Little did she know, that the best thing has quickly turned into a nightmare when she crashes straight into him. He who destroyed her with a single gaze. He who was Elijah Frost, Owner of the said multinational industry, EJF industries.


He pushed me...

He’s a ten out of ten—but when his engagement is announced, he gets wasted enough to forget his own name.
Meet Nico Bellami: billionaire heartthrob, sinfully handsome, and absolutely done with being controlled.
She’s Red: curvy, mysterious, and a stripper who’s never been touched. She dances to survive, not to seduce—but she ends up saving a drunk billionaire from a biker gang in the worst part of...

Saints and Sinners- She was the light to my dark.
The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
...

"I can smell your arousal... your pussy is small and delicate like the bulb of a flower, pink, swollen and shaved. Do you like my touch, slave?" the vampire prince asks, spreading my thighs as I sit on his lap in front of everyone almost naked.

"Fucking wet," he whispers, pulling my thighs together and apart, obviously enjoying the sound of the wetness between my legs. "Your mind may not be mine,...

Winter
He slide his hand beneath my dress, fingers brushing against my skin as he grip my thigh, squeezing it with enough force to make sure I feels every bit of his dominance.
Slowly, deliberately, he move his hand upwards, fingertips tracing the curve of my panties.
The fabric feels delicate and fragile under his touch. With a decisive yank, he rip them away, the sound of tearing fabric fillin...

"What things are not under your control tonight?" I gave my best smile, leaning against the wall.
He came closer with a dark and hungry expression,
so close,
his hands reached for my face, and he pressed his body against mine.
His mouth took mine eagerly, a little rudely.
His tongue left me breathless.
“If you don't go with me, I'll fuck you right here.” He whispered.
_______________________...

Seven years ago, Emerald Hutton had left her family and friends behind for high school in New York City, cradling her broken heart in her hands, to escape just only one person. Her brother's best friend, whom she loved from the day he'd saved her from bullies at the age of seven. Broken by the boy of her dreams and betrayed by her loved ones, Emerald had learned to bury the pieces of her heart in ...

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut.

“Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open.

“Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—”

Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.”

“Should we make her p...

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.

Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she’s stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield—his toxic on-and-off girlfriend—shattered his heart.

But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Slo...

“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard.
“Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts.
“Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.”
“My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue.
“That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.”

It was supposed to be a reckless ...

Dear readers, I'd like to recommend another novel of the same genre: Wedding Night, He Called My Sister’s Name

The day I was diagnosed with leukemia was the same day I discovered my husband of five years was having an affair.
His mistress had deliberately taunted me, leaving a torn piece of sexy lace underwear on my bed...

When I got a second chance at life, the first thing I did was swap arranged marriages with my twin sister.
In our past life, she was pawned off to Daryl Forrester—the cold-blooded Prez of the Iron Riders Motorcycle Club. In all those suffocating years, he never once had her back in front of his crew.
His fragile adopted sister played the "blood debt" card daily, weaponizing her tears to hijack ev...

"Looking for trouble?" His gaze locked onto me, lazy yet sharp.

"Take me home," I breathed, pulse racing.

"Know the risks?" His thumb traced my wrist, sending shivers.

"I want it."

His mouth claimed mine, biting. Fingers shoved under fabric, groping. Rip – fabric gave way.

"Dripping already?" He growled, fingers circling my core. "Eager little thing."

"...Stop—"

"Stop?" He thrust two finger...

Three years ago, I nearly died giving birth to my son.

My husband Elias wasn't by my side—he was outside, ready to rip my baby from my arms and hand him to his dead brother's widow.

"We owe her this."

As I screamed and bled, Elias made his decree: "Aria stays away from the boy. She comes near him, she gets the silver whip."

They gave my son to Vivienne. I wasn't even allowed to see his face.

...

She returned to bury her father. Instead, she was forced to marry his enemy’s son.

Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son.

Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic.

Rosa has no intention of ...

I thought the orchestrated assault was the most profound betrayal of my life. Then, from the shadows of the wine cellar, I heard my husband and his brothers toasting to their success.
"The slow-motion capture of her climax, paired with those broken whimpers... it was cinematic perfection."
"She played her part beautifully. After all, she’s just a Valenti."
I learned the devastating truth: my agony...

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his ...

"Bend over. I want to see your ass while I fuck you."

God! At the same time as his words aroused me, they managed to irritate me. Even now, he's still the same bastard, arrogant and bossy as ever, who always wanted things his way.

"Why would I do that?" I asked, feeling my legs weaken.

"I'm sorry if I made you think you had any choice," he said before grabbing my hair and pushing my torso, forc...