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"And what game are you to play?"

The masked Cannibal stepped forward. We were ten girls - all stark naked, different shapes and different skin colours. He walked before us, stopping to watch each of our faces and the sizes of our breasts.

Finally, he selected a girl with breasts the size of watermelons.

She squirmed under his grip.

"Go down on your knees!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes bulged, and she was hit across the face.

"If you're slow, you'll die faster like ants!" The man yelled.

The redhaired girl beside me was already sobbing softly. I glanced around. Most of us brought in here must have been forced here against our will, sold maybe by a loved one or worst kidnapped while being lost.

Some were humans like me, and others - werewolves, a threat to the Cannibals. And if you were identified as one, a brace heavy and thick was shackled and wounded around your neck.

I was only human. Luckily, I still had my pendant necklace around my neck given to me by my uncle.

"On your knees!" He forced her to her knees.

She did so quickly, her air intake was in shaky breaths.

The masked man peeled up his skirt and yanked out his monstrous dick.

It was long, stiff and dark. It was probably unwashed for days, and around it was hairs like grass.

I winced my face. No way was I taking that in my mouth.

Luckily, I wasn't the girl kneeling in front of the Cannibal.

"Now suck," he told her.

She took his cock and buried it inside of her mouth.

Was this the game we were playing, sucking dicks?



This story contains different erotic stories. It cuts across domineering male leads, submissive and defiant characters.

George Lunden thinks he has an ordinary sometimes stressful life. His life along with the two people closest to him are about to get thrown on an international chase for their lives. Through this book you will get a sense of hard learned life lessons and journeys through North America, West Africa, Belgium, Spain, Finland and Russia and many different airplanes. If you love flying, adventure and different countries then this book is quite probably for you.

He destroys people for a living. She rebuilds broken things. Neither of them expected the other.
Tyler Rodriguez is the most feared enforcer in professional hockey, six-foot-three of controlled aggression, paid to hurt people and too hollowed by guilt to care about the cost. When a brutal hit sends rival player Danny Martinez to the hospital, Tyler expects hate. What he doesn't expect is Danny's sister.
Sofia Martinez has spent two years rebuilding her life after escaping an abusive marriage, raising her daughter Emma alone, watching every exit, trusting no one who looks like violence. Tyler Rodriguez looks exactly like violence. She knows better than to let him in.
But Tyler keeps showing up. At the hospital. At her school. In the quiet spaces, she thought were hers alone. And for the first time in years, Sofia's threat assessment comes back wrong because the most dangerous thing about Tyler Rodriguez isn't his fists. It's that he listens.
As their forbidden connection deepens, Sofia's ex-husband, Marcus, is watching, and when he files for custody of their daughter, naming Tyler as evidence of Sofia's poor judgment, everything they've carefully built begins to crack.
Tyler must choose between the only language he's ever known and the man he's desperately trying to become. Sofia must decide whether protecting her daughter means keeping her walls up or finally letting the right person through them.
The Enforcer's Redemption is a sizzling, emotionally raw forbidden romance featuring a brooding hockey enforcer haunted by grief, a fiercely independent single mother rebuilding from trauma, and a slow-burn love story set against the backdrop of professional sports, custody battles, and the hardest question of all: can broken people protect each other without breaking again?
Perfect for fans of Elle Kennedy, Devney Perry, and Elsie Silver.

Charlotte has led a protected life and has been educated by the very best all through her school years. It has come time for her to begin college while not exposing whom she is. Though the professors know whom she is through their contact and friendship with her famous father, they will assist in keeping her secret as to not have any unwanted harm due to her being the only child of said billionaire Archaeologist/Businessman Jeh Knight. With her security placed throughout the campus to keep her protected she embarks upon her adventure.
On her first day of school on her way to orientation she hurries up the steps while trying to hold onto all of her books and paperwork not paying enough attention to her surroundings as she runs headlong into another student. Her books scatter as her foot slips off of the stair and she closes her eyes awaiting the pain to follow. This sort of thing would not happen at home. At home, security had been placed always in reach of her to avoid any accidents or harm that may come to her person.
After this though runs through her mind she realized that her body was not falling as expected. She cautiously opened only one eye to peek through the curls that had fallen over her forehead, finding that she was looking at a face. Not only that but a handsome face.
He had shoulder length hair that had been dyed blond. He had double eyelids, sharp jawline, full lips, straight nose, and a kind smile. He had caught her mid fall and she was leaning back at an awkward angle, her body close to his, touching his, her heart racing. She immediately composed herself standing up while blushing.

I was born the year the Rift opened. They said I would close it. They were wrong about so many things.

My name is Mia, and everything I touch is dying.

The flowers beneath my mother's window turned black overnight. The herbs I gathered at dawn rotted in my hands. When the court wizard finally told me the truth—that someone cursed me, that my presence would kill everyone I love—I realized the prophecy everyone believed was never meant to save the kingdom. It was meant to destroy me.

So I ran. Not to fulfill some destiny, but to survive it.

Now I'm traveling with a hunter who lost his companions to the same curse I carry, chasing fragments of a prophecy the Fae sing differently. An elf took a baby from the palace the night I was born. And somewhere between the lies I've been told and the truth I'm hunting, I'm starting to suspect: What if I'm not the princess from the prophecy at all?