Bound with Duty is a story of a girl named Shehnaaz who was bound to a duty .. that duty was a marriage .. Shehnaaz being just 20 year old was forced emotionally blackmailed to Sidharth who was way more mature and responsible in his life . Being 33 and being single father to a 1yr old child he had faced life alot Peep in to know what twist and turns does their life get into their life ...

"You're attracted to me Royalty, face it for fuck sakes," he said while taking another step closer toward me. "I'm not attracted to men Enzo especially not you, my enemy," I stated and he started shaking his head with a bitter laugh. "Oh really?" he asked "Yes. I'm into women and I have a girlfriend" I said "You weren't saying that when I was buried deep inside you last night now were you?" "This conversation is finished Lorenzo," I said and before I could walk past him he grabbed me by my throat and backed me up against the wall. "You know I can easily break your fucking arms right?" I asked while glaring into his beautiful eyes. Fuck what's wrong with me "Yeah you could but I need my arms to pin you down while I'm pounding in and out of your wetness," he said and I could feel my pussy getting wet. He smirked when I squeezed my legs together. Fuck, I hate him. "You're my enemy" I whispered "And you're my enemy too but that's not going to stop me from fucking the life in and out of you," he said Lorenzo De Luca what spell did you cast on me "What is it going to be Regina?" he asked "I hate you so bad," I said as I stared at his lips that were light pink. His lips curled into a panty dropping smirk and I looked up into his eyes. "Good because I hate you too," he said as his hands went to my hips. In one quick move he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs and arms around him after he released my throat. He leaned in as his eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips. "I need your consent miss Valentino" he whispered. ____________________________ Third book of the Valentino series @Erotic_ideas came out with the name of the book Book cover by me

They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN