1356 Book(s) Related to worm on a string

Lucy, a twenty year old college girl who is completely obsessed with cock and nonstop sex, never expected her single mom to bring home the perfect man. Ethan is in his late thirties, ripped from years of construction work, hung like a horse, and naturally dominant. After she reluctantly accepts the marriage, Lucy turns into a total seductress. She starts wearing the skimpiest outfits and teasing him without mercy. When her mom leaves town for a business trip, one dripping wet encounter leads to Lucy blackmailing Ethan into raw forbidden fucking. Their secret affair quickly explodes into daily risky creampies all over the house. But everything changes when Mom, Sarah, comes home early and catches them right in the middle of a hard fuck.

Three years ago, I was the sole surviving legendary mage of Ash Valley. To fulfill my comrade's dying wish, I married into the Robert family, becoming a despised and bullied son-in-law . For three years, I endured torment and humiliation; my entire family treated me like trash . My wife handed me divorce papers , then accepted the marriage proposal of a nobleman. On my wedding day, I walked into the hall in old clothes, and everyone laughed, thinking I was crazy. Until I shattered all magic with a wave of my hand, my legendary presence overwhelming everyone present, the woman who had once despised me finally cried and asked me: Why did you lie to me?

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

"I don't desire her the way I desire you... like a drug addict."

That night at the Masquerade Ball changed everything. I thought I was alone in the dark bathroom, trying to fix my lipstick, when the lights suddenly went out. Panic set in, but then a heavy, hot breath brushed against my neck. I thought it was Simon.

"Back so soon?" I whispered. He didn't answer. He just gripped my waist firmly, pushing me back until my ass collided with the cold marble of the sink. He lifted me onto the edge, spreading my legs wide so his body fit perfectly between them. His rough fingers traced the wetness soaking my panties before he ripped the lace fabric apart with a savage tear.

"Simon... please," I moaned, but he silenced me with a guttural growl. He didn't say a word, just unzipped his pants and thrust into me, hard and deep. The impact made me gasp, my back arching against the mirror. Every thrust was precise, punishing, hitting that sweet spot that made my toes curl. I could feel the thick veins of his cock stretching me, filling me completely as he pounded into me with a rhythmic, animalistic need. His hot cum flooded me just as I screamed into the darkness, my body convulsing in a shattering orgasm.

But when the lights came back on... the room was empty.

Days later, I met the new owner of the jewelry empire I work for. Felix Yeats. He stared at me with those intense, dark blue eyes. "We meet again, Little Bunny," he whispered.

He wasn't Simon. The man who fucked me senseless in the dark was the most dangerous man in Chicago... and now he's my boss.


There are few things in this world more dangerous than Felix Yeats, the ruthless mafia leader who has conquered Chicago's underworld. He's a cold man who always gets what he wants, and everything is at his feet. However, there is something about him that no one knows… his lovely weakness — Isabelle Nash.

Belle is like a light in this dark world, a young woman who has just left college and knows nothing about Felix‘s reality, let alone the true colors of the man who seems so perfect.

However, one cannot change one's nature. The fall is just inevitable, and the truth is always waiting to be seen. But will Isabelle open her eyes and embrace the shadows that surround her? Or will she escape her cage and run away from Felix's sweet obsession?

“Alaric... more... more... please!” This causes him to penetrate one more finger, increasing the rhythm of the movement of his fingers. A scream escapes my lips as I feel his teeth penetrate my flesh, causing a burning sensation similar to the one I felt in my neck.
As the penetration of his fingers intensifies, he sucks my blood, making me close my eyes. My hands grip the bedsheet tightly, pulling it up.





My whole body trembles, showing that I’m at my limit, my intimacy contracting around his fingers as I reach the peak of pleasure. He stops sucking my blood, takes his fingers out of me, and starts sucking again, sucking so hard that I try to close my legs, but I’m interrupted.

Alaric slides his tongue all over my entrance, up my clit.

“Delicious, even more delicious, young lady.” He gets up and climbs onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with his weight, getting between my legs. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

My eyes slide down to his member, so rigid, with the veins protruding, demarcating the entire length. He follows my gaze, smiling mischievously, putting the weight of his body on mine.

“Do you want to feel my cock penetrating you hard, young lady?”

Nyra let her desire speak louder, but will that be enough to make her leave her past behind?

Alaric had never been as attracted to a woman as he was to Nyra, especially after tasting her blood. He knew she was different from his concubines, perhaps some rules were needed to make Nyra his alone.

“From now on, you will be mine alone. Understand, Nyra?”.
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"You will not touch her. Don't even try." Alexander’s voice echoes through the hall, stopping his own uncle in his tracks.

The air in the Kireev mansion is thick enough to choke on. I stand frozen, my back against the cold marble, trapped between the three men who now control my fate.

Alexander, the Vor, the King. He looks at me not with affection, but with the cold calculation of a man assessing his most valuable asset. "She goes with me,"

But Dmitri... Dmitri doesn't obey orders. He steps in front of me. His hand slides around my waist, possessing me in front of everyone. "She’s already chosen, Alexander," he growls, the vibration of his chest against my back making my knees weak. "I’m going with her. No one will stop me."

And then there’s Viktor, leaning against the doorway, watching his brothers tear each other apart over me with a wicked, twisted smile. "Good luck, little fox," he whispers, his eyes stripping me bare. "The wolf isn't one to play with."

I realize then that I haven't just returned home. I've walked into a war zone, and I am the prize.


Harper Petrovsky thought she escaped her destiny, but she walked straight into the lion's den. Forced to live with the Kireev brothers to claim her inheritance, she finds herself trapped in a web of power, danger, and forbidden desire. Viktor wants to play her, Alexander wants to control her,
and Dmitri wants to claim her. In a world where blood is currency, Harper must decide: will she bow to the Kireevs, or will she bring them to their knees?