❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Pregnant. Betrayed. And the father is the last man she expected: her ex-boyfriend's formidable father, billionaire Silas Thorne. Reeling from her cousin's deceit and her boyfriend's cheating, Elara Hayes faces a double shock - pregnant with twins by the intimidating Silas. Silas, thirty-seven and ruthlessly decisive, sees an irresistible opportunity. He offers Elara a deal dripping with vengeance: "Marry me. It's the ultimate revenge against my son." Thrust into a gilded cage built on retribution, Elara must protect herself and her unborn babies. But living under the same roof as the dangerously magnetic Silas threatens to shatter their cold arrangement. Can a marriage forged in revenge truly pave the path to love? Or will family loyalties tear them apart? Cradle-snatcher? Disrespectful father? Silas Thorne welcomed the whispers. He played to win, and Elara was his prize. He wasn't giving her back.

⚠️ WARNING: This story is strictly for 18+ readers. It contains explicit and bold language and deep passionate romance. Jack Harlan has built the perfect hideaway-a private attic den no one else can reach. When his curvy young sister-in-law Nessie visits for the weekend, boredom drives her up those narrow stairs. What starts as innocent company and a forbidden blue movie quickly ignites years of pent-up hunger. 🔥 In the shadows of Jack's secret lair, clothes fall, bodies collide, and a dangerous affair begins-one steamy night that changes everything. 🔥 Forbidden desire has found its perfect hiding place... but secrets like this never stay upstairs forever. 🔥

This isn't love. This is something far more perilous. A dark romance between two souls who should have stayed strangers... but can't. He is feared by all. Arjun Deshmukh, ruthless, dangerous, the man who does the dirty work of the rich and powerful. Blood and money built his empire. She is gentle, soft, untouched. Ishita - his second wife, married not for love, but for necessity. A schoolteacher who became a mother to his children, but never his wife. Two different worlds. One house. And a forbidden desire that could ruin them both. Because even the King of Darkness can't fight what he isn't supposed to feel.

"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak. "That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Therefore, I'll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day." He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. "Stay still if you don't want me to make your night worse," he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. "Happy anniversary, my fuck toy." He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** "Fine. I'm leaving and never show you my face." He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. "Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I'm ready to take any path which leads me to you both."

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At 25, Bria Roy had fought her way to NYU, proving herself worth every cent her parents reluctantly spent on her education. Growing up in a small California town where ambition was stifled, she vowed to escape and build a life on her own terms. NYU was her chance, and she poured all her energy into academics, avoiding anything that might derail her focus. Parties, friends, and relationships were distractions she couldn't afford. Beneath her quiet resilience was a tender heart she rarely showed. Her carefully controlled life revolved around hard work and solitude-until one ordinary afternoon in a café changed everything. Zane Black, 32, was the epitome of privilege: a millionaire playboy with fast cars, faster women, and a knack for making headlines. But his gilded life shattered when his older brother and sister-in-law died in a car crash, leaving their infant daughter in his care. Unprepared for fatherhood and grieving, Zane was thrust into a role he never imagined. Now, he struggled to balance running the business empire he and his brother built with the delicate responsibility of raising a child, searching for purpose in a life that once thrived on excess. __ One afternoon, Bria sat in a bustling café, her mind foggy from back-to-back exams. The sharp cry of a baby broke through her exhaustion, pulling her attention to a tiny infant wailing in a bassinet near the entrance. The man beside the child-a tall figure in a tailored suit-looked helpless as his efforts to soothe her failed. Before Bria knew it, she was on her feet. Kneeling by the bassinet, her soft whispers and gentle touch quieted the baby almost instantly. When she looked up, she met the man's piercing gaze-equal parts gratitude and something unspoken. In that moment, an ordinary encounter sparked the beginning of something extraordinary. Bria had a feeling their paths would cross again.

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

She was never supposed to be his wife. Forced into an replace bride marriage with Reyansh Oberoi-a ruthless, cold-hearted businessman-she knew from the start that she was unwanted. He made it clear from their first night together, treating her like a burden, a mistake he would never accept. He mocked her, insulted her, and reminded her at every turn that she wasn't what he wanted-not in looks, not in status, not in any way. And yet, when she refused to beg for his love, when she stopped caring for his approval, something inside him shifted. She wasn't fragile. She wasn't weak. She endured his cruelty with a quiet strength that unsettled him. Her silence haunted him. Her absence *bothered* him. And soon, the man who once swore to never acknowledge her found himself fighting an unwanted war within his heart. But was it too late? Could love ever bloom between two souls so deeply scarred by hatred and indifference? Or would their marriage remain just that-an unwanted? Genre: Dramatic Romance,Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn Themes: - She fell first, he fell harder. - Slow-burn love after marriage. - Redemption arc of a broken, arrogant man. - Angsty, emotional push-and-pull dynamic. Copyright © [2024] by [Arleen K.] All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

❦ "𝐒𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. ❦ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐚," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬. "𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. ❦ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩. "𝐂𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨," 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢," 𝐈 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲. "𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨. all photos from Pinterest!!