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“I made you cum three times in one night and how did you repay me? You dumped our newborn on my doorstep and fled for four years. Now that I’ve found you, Diana, there’s no escaping me.” ~~~DIANA~~~ My wedding happened just a few hours ago when I caught my husband in bed, smashing his boss to raise money for our honeymoon. I got drunk, broke, and angry—then I got kidnapped. I woke up in a stranger’s house in Vegas. Cairo Arsher’s mansion. He is rich, too handsome for my sanity and dangerously tempting. But before I could call the cops on him, he took my hand, kissed it softly, and claimed I’m the woman he fell in love with four years ago— the one who ran away and left him a newborn. And now he’s vowed to never let me go. But the truth is… I’VE NEVER REALLY MET THIS MAN BEFORE.

“Our marriage is nothing but a signature on a contract” he said glaring at her. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, Romanov. I don’t want this marriage either, however, if it would benefit my family; then I would sign the bloody paper” she said glaring back at him. ******************** He was a ruthless Russian Pakhan, and she was an English Don’s daughter, and their marriage was the ONLY way to ensure peace between the two rivaling families.

PART 2 - OWNED BY THE BULLY - IS OUT NOW! Alice only wanted to help her younger brother when she confronted his bully. She ends up agreeing to do whatever Adam wants in return for him leaving her brother alone. He goes one step further, befriending and protecting her brother, but only for as long as Alice agrees to follow his orders. Orders that become increasingly difficult for her to agree to.

Take my cock Deep, wife. Feel it throb in your mouth… swallow every drop like a good girl. Then bend over so I can stretch that tight pussy with every inch.” I sold my body and my future to Damien Voss the cold, ruthless billionaire who rules the city with an iron fist in a one-year contract marriage to save my dying father. I expected a loveless prison. Instead, I got a beast who claims me every night with raw, filthy dominance. He makes me drop to my knees, takes my mouth until I’m choking on him, then bends me over and fucks me senseless until I’m dripping with his cum and screaming his name. But behind the scorching heat and obsessive possession lie dangerous secrets: a murdered pregnant lover, a powerful rival bloodline out for revenge, and threats accusing my husband of cold-blooded murder. Now pregnant with his child, I’m torn between terrifying desire and growing fear. Damien owns my body completely… but can I trust him with my heart and our baby’s life? Warning: Extremely high heat, explicit scenes, possessive alpha, and dark themes. Reader discretion strongly advised.

Emma is in her late teens, struggling to make ends meet. In a turn of events, she plots to blackmail a wealthy man because she has his secrets.

“Can I fuck you?” “Yes.” The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more. He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?” *** Blackmailing my boss, the man with a panty-melting smirk and a reputation for being untamable, into posing as my date for my cousin’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong? Duncan Willis is everything I’m not: impossibly handsome, dangerously confident, and wrapped in a designer suit that hints at the power beneath. He’s the kind of man women fantasize about—and the kind who never looks twice at someone like me. Until I catch him in a compromising position. Suddenly, I have leverage. And I need a wedding date. But here’s the thing: He thinks I’m blackmailing him. He has no idea I’m falling right into his trap. Because Duncan doesn’t get forced—he gets even. And this weekend, in my childhood bedroom under my parents’ roof, the lines between fake dating and real desire are about to blur… until neither of us remembers this started as a lie.