Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

"What did I fucking tell you about lying?" He spanked me again, harder this time. "I warned you what would happen if you teased me again. You were doing so well. Why do you enjoy disobeying me?" he snarled. I gulped, shaking my head slightly to myself. "I asked you a fucking question, Sierra." There was no way out of this one; I was toast. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This book contains sexual content and a dominant/submissive relationship. Reader discretion is advised.

I was bored so I wrote this... A 15 year old boy named Oliver was living his life happily with his old grandfather in his small cozy house with enough room for just the two. That was until his grandfather couldn't take care of Oliver anymore and signed him off to a family friend Azeil Cassius who is a Billionaire who own and builds many companies and hotels with his own money, he is the richest in the country, but also the strictest. How will Oliver adjust to his new life with man he barley knows and how will Azeil provide for a child he barely knows? Read and find out bro

Abe-e-Hayat explores the theme of spirituality, goals bigger than life, and the pursuit of redemption. Abe-e-Hayat starts from the journey of Salaar and Imama after marriage. Salaar Sikandar spent 9 years looking for Imama Hashim and now finally they are married, obviously in an awkward scenario

Andrea Bash was the name of the first and last girl to attend camp green lake. She's nicknamed loon based on reasons you'll find out. Once she meets the boys from the D tent her view on friendships changes for the better especially towards one specific boy who may be just as crazy as her.

Highest Ranking- 69 on 6/13/17 (Unedited) Georgia was a 23-year-old librarian, who hadn't had sex in two years. Her nomadic roommate, Dan, brings home a grown man that grew up with monkeys. Immediately several emotions attack her. Fear. Confusion. Lust. Georgia ends up having to teach him, and try to find his relatives. All without falling in love and in bed with the modern Tarzan.

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski