"You like it baby? Huh, say it, do you like my fingers pumping inside your sweet little pu$$y?" " Aaaahhhh........ Ssssssss.............. Mmmmaaaaaahhhh...... Haa...... Haa......." " What is the 'haa haa' baby, say it properly otherwise I'm going to stop, do you want me to stop? Hmm?" " Aaaaaahhhhh........ Rudraaaa........ No..... No...... Please don't stop aaaahhhhhh" " Then say it baby, tell me you like it or not, tell me, i want to hear every filthy words from your mouth in your melodious voice" Sudha bite her lip harder, she feels like she is going to explode, "aaaahh....... Ssss... I.... Love mmmmmmmhhh........ I love how your fingers ssssss..... are pumping inside my pu$$y... Aaahh..... , i love... oohh..... God....... Mmhh..... I love how my juice sssss........ are sliding down your muscular, vieny hands, i love aaahhh...." Rudra started licking her nipples with more force, pulling it with his sharp teeth twisting it in between, his voice muffled," Yes tell me baby, you love?....." Sudha is feeling so good with his hand inside her and mouth on her tits, " and mmmmmmm...... And i lo....love how you're sucking m...my tits Ssssshhhhh............." She said pushing her boobs more in to his mouth.......... ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK FOR MATURE AUDIANCE ONLY FORBIDDEN LOVE STEPSON X STEPMOM SWEET GIRL X COLD MAN SOFT X ARROGANT HAPPY ENDING READ AS SOON AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE I'M GOING TO SHIFT THIS STORY ON SCROLL STACK, ONLY SAMPLES WILL REMAIN HERE #2 in forbidden love

Ruhi Mehta is just a normal college girl. Books, classes, juice with her best friend Ekansh Roy, that's all she wanted. But her world shatters the day she learns the truth about her father's bosses. They are not ordinary men. They are the Rajvansh triplets, Abhi, Abhay, and Abheer. Ruthless. Rich. Feared. The kind of men people whisper about but never dare to face. Men who hate women, men who built their empire on blood and sins. When Ruhi is brought into their company one day, she thinks it will be one short visit. Instead, the triplets see her innocence... and decide they want her. Not one of them. All three. Even if it means caging her, marrying her by force, and turning her life into a storm she can't escape. Her father risks everything to save her, but once she becomes their wife, there is no way back. Life continues, but now with guards, jealous stares, dark obsession, and nights that blur the line between fear and love. The triplets control her every move, hate her closeness with her gay bestie, and burn with jealousy she doesn't understand. Slowly, between threats, punishments, twisted care, and unwanted tenderness, Ruhi begins to see the broken boys hiding behind the monsters. Boys with a past darker than hell. But can the softest heart really love three devils? Or will their bloodstained hands drag her down forever? Three devils. One captive heart. Vote. Comment. Follow. ♥️

Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate escape: three days of music, luxury, and forgetting about life back in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect the untouchable Crown Prince to ruin her favorite sneakers in the VIP lounge, look her dead in the eye, and refuse to apologize. In a crowd of thousands, his dark, calculating gaze signaled one thing: she was already trapped. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying predator in a bespoke suit who rules the city's underworld with an iron fist. He doesn't ask for permission he takes. And the moment he crossed her path, he decided he was going to own the sovereign Black queen who dared to look back at him without blinking. The festival ends. The bags are packed. But when Amara hands over her passport at the gate, her entire world drops. Flagged. Grounded. Blacklisted by order of the Crown. He claims the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. But as his shadow closes in, Amara realizes the most lethal thing in India is the monster holding her captive. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

"You think you're a ghost in these halls, Aurora, but I have memorized the frequency of your breath. Go ahead-run. But I am the horizon; no matter how far you go, you are still within my sight. I will dismantle every version of a life you've built without me until the only thing left for you to lean on is my shadow. You aren't just a part of my world; you are the pulse I use to measure it." - Evander Laurent __________ In the hallowed, gothic halls of Ardencrest University, being a 'Ghost' is a survival strategy. Scholarship student Aurora Lane knows the rules: stay invisible, protect her brother, and avoid the gaze of the Elite. But she made one fatal mistake. She was noticed by the Crown Prince. Evander Laurent doesn't just lead; he possesses. He is a mastermind who views people as chess pieces, and he has decided that Aurora is his most prized prize. He doesn't want her heart-he wants to be the very air she breathes. He is systematically isolating her, tearing down her world until he is the only thing she has left to hold onto. In a game of psychological warfare and dark obsession, Aurora must decide: will she break under his control, or will she learn to rule the shadows he created? He's not just watching her. He's rewriting her reality. ____ "The Crown Prince |18+" is the first book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series

Lincoln Fletcher is the new kid at Elevate Academy, a school reserved for the children of the richest and most powerful families. Though his family is wealthy, they're not quite part of the old-money elite...something that makes Lincoln an outsider in this world of polished perfection. But with his emerald eyes, soft brunette hair, and smooth, nougat-toned skin. He's impossible to ignore. At five foot nine, with a slim, almost fragile build, he's the kind of beauty that makes heads turn...sometimes for the wrong reasons. Little does Lincoln know, someone at Elevate Academy isn't just admiring him from afar. This person isn't content with simple admiration. They want him. They need him. And they'll do whatever it takes to make him theirs, even if it means watching his every move from the shadows. In this game of desire and obsession, Lincoln is the prize...and his stalker is just getting started.

𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 × 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐨 × 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..... ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══ Riya... Just riya. No surname... She left that behind for good. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant. Efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked, she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy, he ran his office like a battlefield. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise, a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle and caring. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn --- #2 in india (29.04.2026 and more)

"Be mine." I flinch, my mind being brought back to reality. When I hear him say such a thing it instantly made me nervous. "I can't-." "You think because you're a Beta and that you have a son...that you can't belong to me?" He questions me curiously. "I have a debt to handle and I need to take care of my son. Being someone else's is my last objection." I state to him, and I hear him chuckle in my ear. "Let me help you - leave this kind of job, leave all your hardships behind, leave everything; but your son. Come and be mine exclusively at the castle - my Beta of submission." He tells me, and I look at him in shock. "You be my submissive and I be your dominant - and if you are there I will pay your debt over time with interest." I see him grin at me, cradling my face. He eyes me fully - as if I already belonged to him...as if I've already said yes. Even though I haven't even said a word.

"Remove your blouse," Vikram's voice was low yet there was an unmistaken command. She instantly looked up in horror "V-v we are in public area, Anyone can see us" "Windows are tinted" he said flatly. "B-but I wore n-nothing inside," she stammered. Heat instantly wrapped Tara's cheek. For a moment he studied her face blankly, cheeks crimson, eyelashes fluttering. But then without any hint of shame he said,"Good, now remove!" Unconsciously she bit her lip and then while giving up slowly she began to undo her strap. Her fingers trembled at the place. A slight smirk formed in his lips as he teased her, "Bad girl, not even wearing a bra." "I-it's nothing like that, it's just my blouse is padded," she defended herself but was completely losing composure before his hunting eyes. Her movements were painfully slow and just as his patience broke, He slowly leaned forward, grabbed her blouse, and in one motion pulled it off her body and threw it down. She was sitting half naked in front of him, her eyes instantly widened and she tried to cover her body with her small hands as he was roaming his predetory eyes all over her body . But still her hands didn't helped much. His eyes were fixed at one place. At her chest. "Do you squeeze your boobs?" He asked. Confusion and Hunger was flickering in his eyes. __________ Now should I write the whole book in this little description or what?? ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Vikram Singh Chauhan ,34 years old unmarried ,ruthless man. The sarpanch of the village. Who never begs. Who never bows. But what happens when the same man bows for his brother's wife. The same man gets dangerously obsessed to the woman he shouldn't. Not accepted by the society but already wrote by the fate. Will there be any mercy for two hearts? ______________ For early updates follow me on Stck and Rowllr. Links are in my bio.

"Welcome to AWS word of advice stay invisible" "Plan to" I said frowning "Oh and another thing don't get marked" "it's never gonna happen" I said ( never say never) ------------------ Getting an invite to a school you never expect to go, alright fine I'll survive. Finding out how twisted the school is? Okay, don't get noticed than. Meeting possessive control freaks?! Sounds like a good time to say peace out. Yet life never goes the way you wanted. ----------------- There is explicit content