"𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙞𝙨" "You feel that?" I growled, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. "That's me, love. Deep in your guts, where I belong." My hands gripped her thighs hard, thumbs digging into her flesh as I pounded up into her - relentless, brutal,deliciously dirty. Her head lolled back against the tiles, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. "Ram... oh my god... I-I can't-" "Yes, you can," I snarled. "You're going to take it. Take all of me." I angled my hips, and she screamed, nails clawing into my shoulders. Her ass slapped against me with every movement, the wet sound obscene in the echoing bathroom. Smack. I spanked her mid-thrust, her soft flesh jiggling in my grip. She yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her wild. "This ass..."I growled, spanking her again, "was made to bounce on my cock." She whimpered, completely unraveled. "Ram, you're-insane-ahh, too deep-" "Good. I want you ruined." I leaned close, voice a filthy whisper in her ear. "I want my cum dripping out of you when you walk." "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨-𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨" She was a doctor who saved lives. He was a mafia who took lives. He was war. She was peace. He was battle, She was surrender. He was sin, She was redemption. He was the risk, She was the reward.

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

HIS MOLKI BRIDE She had never seen him. He had never seen her. Yet, their wedding was already fixed. In a village where some girls are not married... They are bought. Kalyani Kumari never imagined that one day her own name would come with a price- ₹20,00,000. She doesn't know who her groom is. She doesn't know how old he is. She doesn't even know what kind of life awaits her behind the doors of the Chowdhury Haveli. Vikram Chowdhury, a forty-year-old widower, has spent eighteen years refusing to let another woman take his dead wife's place. He never wanted a second marriage. She never wanted to become a Molki bride. Two strangers. One forced marriage. And a tradition cruel enough to turn a girl into a price tag. But what happens when the bride he never wanted... becomes the one person he can never ignore? Some marriages are written by love. Theirs was written by money. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Molki refers to a harmful bride-buying practice reported in some parts of India, where women from economically vulnerable families may be married off in exchange for money. In this story, the Molki tradition is portrayed as a sensitive social issue involving poverty, exploitation and lack of choice. It is not being glorified or presented as a normal or acceptable marriage practice. This is an 18+ mature story containing a huge age gap, Molki tradition, forced marriage, sensitive social themes, emotional trauma, possessiveness, marital conflicts, Hindi smut, and mature intimacy. Vikram is an older husband with a much younger wife, so the story may explore temptation, impatience, complicated emotions and intimate situations within their marriage. If you're uncomfortable with these themes, please don't read. You may try my other stories instead. ❤️ Read only if you're comfortable with mature and sensitive content. This is a work of fiction and does not glorify or justify harmful traditions.

* His hot breath fans my neck as he presses an open mouth kiss there "Walking away just like that huh Mrs Bernardi?" He brings his face up touching his forehead with mine His hooded eyes on me then on my lips "Then I guess you really are weak" He says provoking me. I clench my jaw glaring at him "Fuck you" I try to hit his chest to remove myself from his hold but I couldn't, his grip was too strong that I couldn't even move "Let. Me. Go" I grit my teeth glaring at him "Why?" He mumbles in a mocking tone as he kisses my cheek trailing down to my jaw biting down there I gasp "Afraid that you'll fall in love?" He flickers his gaze to mine, His eyes were hooded A smirk touches his lips We stay there looking in each other's eyes, his forehead stays connected with mine, His lips merely inches away from mine but he don't kiss me, He just.... Stays there. We stay lost in our haze when I speak "It will destroy us" I say whisper still caught in trance while looking in his eyes "You and me both" I whisper to him "Does it matter?" He mutters and I barely heard him before he finally closes the distance between us by pressing his lips on mine -------------------- Luca Bernardi, heir to the ruthless Italian mafia, rules with cold precision and an iron fist. Alisa Vernost, the fiery sister of his sworn enemy, is everything he shouldn't want yet everything he can't resist. Bound by a marriage neither chose, their worlds collide in a storm of hate, power, and forbidden desire. Every glance ignites fury. Every touch blurs the line between love and war. Enemies by blood. Lovers by fate. Will their hatred consume them... or will surrender destroy them both? STRITCLY FOR ADULT READERS ONLY 18+

"Open it, my little siren" HIS voice was velvet-dark. "Your king has spoken.The sooner you obey the sooner this ritual begins." "I will not!" she spat. A low chuckle escaped him. "Ahh, such a queenly refusal.Fierce.Untamed." His fingers paused at the first button of her shirt. "But if my queen will not undress herself,then her king must do his duty." Her nails slashed across his chest,leaving red trails.He traced them with a smile. "Do you feel this?" he whispered. "Every mark you carve into me is your signature,little siren.Your claim." He leaned closer. "I am already yours.Entirely.Irrevocably. Your king, branded by his queen." 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery.No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public,cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones,painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little siren? 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guide

𝐀 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬,𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫,𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫,𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞,𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? He kissed away her salty tears and stopped thrusting. He pressed his lips to hers and whispered hoarsely, "Don't cry." She gazed at him through tear-filled eyes, and her lips quivered. "But what if I don't love you anymore?" "Then don't love me. Just enjoy being loved by me."

the story of "courtesan" and "politician " . . a girl named Meera, who once met a boy in her childhood a brief, innocent meeting that left a quiet mark on her heart. Then he disappeared. Meera grew up behind the high walls of Chandni Haveli, completely immersed in its world-its rules, its silences, its unspoken sorrows. Life moved on, and she learned to exist within those walls, believing that some moments are meant to remain only as memories. But fate is never that simple. Years later, the same boy returns-not as a child, but as a powerful man, standing at the edge of becoming a politician. He steps back into her world, and with him comes change-slow, unsettling, inevitable. They fall in love. And with that love, everything Meera thought was unchangeable begins to shift. This is a story of destiny, longing, and quiet rebellion-of a girl bound by walls and a boy bound by power, finding each other again in a world that was never meant to let them. 🌸🦢🐚

"leave me , what are you doing , please" she pleaded as she struggled in his grip "tsk tsk babygirl , don't fight me , you will get hurt and i don't want to hurt you" he hissed tightening his grip on her wrist more and dragging her roughly with him . "please leave me , i am married , leave me you sick bastard" hearing this from her mouth , rage engraved in his heartf , he dragged her to his bedroom and threw her on the bed and hovered over her , tears of fear , pain and helplessness rolled down her cheeks . "i don't care , YOU WERE MINE , YOU ARE MINE and YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE" saying this he smashed his lips on hers . loving can hurt ....but loving can mend your soul... - ed sheeran Complete book available on dreame