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The Temptress

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LunettasEclipse333

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"I wouldn't do that love"
        "And just why not?" I said enraged as I howled and screamed pleads of help into the stale air of the dungeon from the edge of the cell.
         "Because the help you want, will not be the type of help you're going to get." Said the beautiful man locked in the cell beside me. 
"Sorry that I haven't resigned from trying to get out of this hellhole like you have." I hissed as I looked the God-like creature up and down, scowling.
There was a clank, then the creek of the door to the prison as it swung open and three guards strode in. "You've done it now, love" the man beside me sighed quiet enough for only me to hear as the guards approached. 
          "Hello Purity, a little lonely are we?" the largest guard with the hard face smirked as his eyes wandered down to the skin that was exposed through the remnants of my white dress. One of the other guards unlocked the door to the cell. 
         "That is not my name." I spat as the men threw open the door.
  "Your name is whatever your master grants you Temptress!" the guard roared as he seized my bony forearm in his huge, rough palm. I was lunched from the stone floors and dragged across the halls towards the old wooden door leading out of the prison and into the palace.
        "Don't fight, love. You'll only hurt more." The man in the cell called to me resignedly, but I was too preoccupied to process his warning.
      Master? Temptress?
        I'm a Temptress?Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang

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♜ Lockhart Manor ♜ oleh Emmeress

"You have been chosen to serve me directly." Lockhart's voice, deep and deliberate, tore Agatha from her thoughts. Me?... my lord? Agatha 's lips parted, but the words never escaped her. Her mind raced in confusion and a slow dread began to creep over her, settling in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to quit the room and return to her chamber. She closed her mouth and swallowed, dropping her gaze. "From now on, you will remain in the quarters I have provided for you. You will not return to the west wing, but will report to Malcolm tomorrow for your duties." He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "What of my duties in the west wing... my lord?" Her voice trailed off as Lockhart's writing stilled, the pen motionless on the page. She immediately regretted the question. "As my servant, your duty is to me and no other. Any disobedience on your part will be met with severe consequences. Is that understood?" Agatha didn't know what to say, and she doubted she had any choice in the matter. Did Betsy know of this? Did Jasper? Perhaps this was why he was so upset earlier. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the revelations were too sudden for her mind to comprehend. There was a suffocating air about this man and she knew she must not ask any more questions. She resolved to ask Betsy later when they were alone. "Yes, my lord," she muttered. "When you address me, you will call me master." His voice was stern, and Agatha could hear an edge of agitation beneath his words. She remained silent, the sinking feeling in her stomach growing heavier with each passing moment. Lockhart's head turned slightly, and the side of his profile set in a grimace. "Do you understand, servant?" he growled, enunciating each word. "Yes... master," Agatha murmured. "Good," he said, turning back to his papers. His pen began to write. "You may go."

Solicitude oleh julia_vida

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Bite marks oleh bex101118

I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

Revenge is Killer oleh Peace_Love_Passion

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Beautifully Obsessed oleh Aphrodite4263

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𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✔️ oleh briinlovee

MxMxFxMxM "It's okay to quit, mami." Elliot whispered in my ear. Shivers shot down my back as I felt him move around me. I stared ahead, my heart beating wildly. The feeling of wooden pole lightly grazing my back. "He's right, honey. You can, we won't be mad." Vincent said. My eyes shot to his from across the mat. He stood there with his hands behind his back. I growled softly. I quickly turned and went to grab the pole but was stopped short when my body was slammed to the ground. "Mmm. Our angry little baby is getting quite frustrated." Close to my face was Sammy smirking at me. He had my body trapped under his. I felt desire and anger boil in me. "You guys don't play fair." I said softly. Sammy chuckled while he was doing that, I shot my knee up and hit his stomach. He yelped out and I quickly shot up. "Ha! I won." I said while doing a little dance. I felt a little kiss on my neck then my arms were being drawn back behind me. My eyes drooped a little as they continued down my neck. "Good job, little one. But what's going to stop you from me?" 𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎ Arabella Davis is a orphan who can't remember anything from the time she is 10. Now that she is 17 she finds herself in a mental hospital but was transferred to a school for the gifted. The Academy of Dark Arts. She meets four mysterious men who find interest in her and now they want her to themselves. DISCLAIMER- THIS IS A GROUP RELATIONSHIP AKA A POLY RELATIONSHIP. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT OR UNDERAGE PLS CLICK OFF!!!!! Thank you

My Brothers' Mafia Best Friend oleh hardinsfangirl

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Caged By Him oleh moonchild80

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

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♜ Lockhart Manor ♜

"You have been chosen to serve me directly." Lockhart's voice, deep and deliberate, tore Agatha from her thoughts. Me?... my lord? Agatha 's lips parted, but the words never escaped her. Her mind raced in confusion and a slow dread began to creep over her, settling in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to quit the room and return to her chamber. She closed her mouth and swallowed, dropping her gaze. "From now on, you will remain in the quarters I have provided for you. You will not return to the west wing, but will report to Malcolm tomorrow for your duties." He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "What of my duties in the west wing... my lord?" Her voice trailed off as Lockhart's writing stilled, the pen motionless on the page. She immediately regretted the question. "As my servant, your duty is to me and no other. Any disobedience on your part will be met with severe consequences. Is that understood?" Agatha didn't know what to say, and she doubted she had any choice in the matter. Did Betsy know of this? Did Jasper? Perhaps this was why he was so upset earlier. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the revelations were too sudden for her mind to comprehend. There was a suffocating air about this man and she knew she must not ask any more questions. She resolved to ask Betsy later when they were alone. "Yes, my lord," she muttered. "When you address me, you will call me master." His voice was stern, and Agatha could hear an edge of agitation beneath his words. She remained silent, the sinking feeling in her stomach growing heavier with each passing moment. Lockhart's head turned slightly, and the side of his profile set in a grimace. "Do you understand, servant?" he growled, enunciating each word. "Yes... master," Agatha murmured. "Good," he said, turning back to his papers. His pen began to write. "You may go."