The sounds he made was unbearable. It echoed in the room. These wet sounds of him sucking beneath me scorched my cheeks and my lower belly. What is this? "Stop moving so much. If you resist, it'll only hurt later." Later...what more is left of this night. *** Where a girl with speech disorder is sold off to the Barbaric leader. Out of the 3 sisters she is constantly told and thought to be the least beautiful of them all. After a war breaks out between the Roem and Ninavon empire, the King of Roem orders 1 man from each family to fight in the war. Duke Pensington, in fear of his life, selfishly sells his youngest daughter to Khael in exchange for his service to fight for his life in the war. When the war ends, surprisingly, Khael returns alive and comes to claim his wife. ♡ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (change of plot) ♡ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ꜱᴏᴏᴊɪ ᴋɪᴍ

I swallow as he looks at me. "May I?" I nod, smiling a little at the fact that he'd ask first. Pulling me into another kiss he begins caressing me through my underwear. I sharply inhale, clutching his hair. Lightly whimpering into his mouth, moving my hips, feigning for more... This is the story of Jacey Reed and Rosalina Flores.

"Zachary, you need to leave now." I quietly tell him, moving away from him and into the vending machines. Before I knew it, he had pin my hands above my head, his body only inches away from mine. He lean over to my ear, his hot breath brushing against my ear making me bite my lip. "What's the hurry? I just got here." He whisper, he takes my ear lobe between his lips and licking the tip of it. I couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. His right hand travel down my face to my chest. His index and middle finger taking the buttons of my shirt between his fingers undoing it slowly. I looked at him, his eyes filled with hunger and lust. He leaves my shirt half undone, his hand continue down my body and down my tight. Slowly, started to creep up my blue skirt. He lean closer our lips almost touching, I look down to his lips. His breath hit my upper lip, I just couldn't take it anymore I crashed my lips into his the taste of the coffee on his lips and tongue. He licked my upper lip, biting on the bottom one. I wrap my legs around his waist, as he moves us to a nearby table. He lays me down, his lips moving down my neck and biting on my skin gently.

Being with someone who is 10 years older than you can be messy Having an affair with a married man can be really messy. Having an affair with your friend's husband can be extremely messy. Can you risk everything and still end up with it all?

❀ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S EDITORS' PICKS LIST ❀ [The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.] "What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?" The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. "If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?" His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin on my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist. "You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers. "Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man. "It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes. "It's all you." ● What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy. ● © Beatrice Manuel, All Rights Reserved

Isabella Stanford never thought that one day she would have the Playboy Billionaire hottie for a guardian but did when her parents died in a tragic accident and left him with that responsibility. Now, ten years later, she discovers that the big crush she had always had for the badboy was still very much alive and he was igniting more than curiosity from her. After the death of his partner, Liam Vergil was shocked to discover that he was granted guardianship for his partner's sole daughter. The last thing he needed was for a child to enter his glamorous life...until he laid his eyes on her and something engraved deep inside him. There was nothing more he wanted than to protect and cherish this young woman.

"I could've killed you right in the moment but when I looked into these sparkling green eyes I knew I would be losing the light of my life if I did" I wanted to feel scared but I couldn't. I felt safe instead. I'm so stupid and naive. "And in this dark life I'm living I need some light Aria, I know I'm being an selfish bastard and putting you in danger, but please stay with me and I'll give you everything you want and protect you with my life" "I can't-" "Please save me Aria" I could swear I saw a tear escaping his eye before he cupped my face and smashed his lips on mine. THIS IS NOT THE SAME ALEX AS ARES' SON

For the past four years I had dedicated my life to my future career working two jobs and attenind med school full time as well as trying to be there for my boyfriend Cole. But things start to change once we graduate from the undergrad program and one thing lead to another and now here I am in bed naked with His father -Dr. Addams- arm around my waist. I'm already going to hell for what we had done mind as well enjoy myself in the process.