[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

The Marquess and The Rose The Marquess... Dominic McAllister, The Marquess of Grisham is a tall, dark and handsome bachelor. He is a hedonistic rake in his own right and he prefers to stay that way. The Rose... Emilia Westham the tons petite wallflower, a meek, young beauty that has not yet blossomed. When Dominic finds Emilia injured on his boat, he nurses her back to health and events take place that go beyond his control. It awakens a passionate encounter that shakes them both to their core. His tender caresses and stolen kisses turn the petite wallflower into a sensual, beautiful rose that blossoms under his touch. One he plucks and keeps for himself. **** WARNING: THIS STORY IS OF MATURE NATURE THAT CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS FOR ADULT READERS... **** EXTREME GRAMMATICAL ERRORS INCLUDED BE WARNED

He griped my arm so hard i screamed in pain. It will leave bruises. "I'd be careful with my words if i were you. You can't say whatever you want in my house, let alone insult me. If you ever do that again you'll be condemned to death." His deathly words made me realized i can't expected what he would do to me, what he was capable of. I tried to get away from his grip. His grim demeanor made me opened my eyes wide. This is the real him. This is James Black. He was the only one i should scared of. This proved what everyone's been telling, the cruelest man alive. Even worse, he was the monster. "You will not sleep or eat in this house until you know how to place yourself and have some respect." He said more like an order. He turned his back and talk with the two guys at the door. "Take her to the backyard, let her sleep outside." Then walked away. Will Cassandra Pearce survive from the vicious cold-hearted billionaire James Black ?

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