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My mom, Allison Ramsey, runs an adult store. One day, I'm so tired that I doze off inside, only to end up accidentally trapped in one of those pleasure beds. When Mr. Palmer from next door walks in, he mistakes me for the store's latest doll and proceeds to pull down my hot pants.

Letta Letishia finally found herself living in luxury and wealth. However, it wasn't all she had hoped for. She obtained it all at the cost of marrying a man who would become the father of the child conceived from their one-night stand. This relationship completely changed Letta's life. The man was Marco Jovanka, a CEO of the airline company JV Airlines, where Letta worked as a flight attendant. The forced marriage transformed Letta's life 180 degrees, bringing the ups and downs of life and the story with Marco. Although everything initially seemed normal to Letta, everything changed when Letta had to lose the fetus she carried on her own wedding day with Marco. The heaviest loss and pain had to be borne by Letta alone as Marco blamed everything on her. Marco considered Letta the cause of the potential loss of the child he had been anticipating. Marco promised to punish Letta for her wrongdoing, making Letta feel like a prisoner in the large house that felt like a prison. There were no more smiles, friendly gestures, or attention from Marco, However, an incident made Marco realize his fear of losing Letta. His body trembled when he saw Letta covered in blood, especially when Letta fell into a coma with their second fetus. Marco was afraid that Letta would never wake up again, or even worse, hate him. This dilemma made Marco feel incapable of facing it. However, fate sided with Marco again when Letta regained consciousness from the coma but lost all her memories. This allowed Marco to plan a happy marriage for both of them. This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child."

I always had a weakness for handsome men, so I camped out online to grab one of the very first AI incubi. The brand's whole pitch was seduction tuned a hundred percent to its owner's taste. But every time I got within ten minutes of Lucien Crane, he'd force-start a system cleaning cycle, go dark, and idle out. "Master, please don't overuse me. Bacteria buildup can cause a malfunction." Left unsatisfied every single time, I finally went to customer service, and the rep looked as baffled as I felt. "An incubus unit would never break off contact with its owner. We'd recommend restarting him at home." But on the drive back, I happened to scroll past a livestream from my live-in housekeeper. The title sat right there in bold: How a Seasoned Queen Subdues In Her AI Incubus. The lighting was low. The man's earlobes were flushed, and he knelt on one knee, every inch of bared skin crossed with messy whip marks. My housekeeper wiggled her red-painted toes, all smiles. "This one's got real stamina. Five hours straight and he never once tapped out." As the comments poured in, envious, a chill ran through me. So the so-called "cleaning system" was just his excuse to slack off and idle. Behind my back, he was happily playing somebody else's obedient little sub. If he wouldn't serve me the way he was built to, then he could wait to get shipped back to the factory and scrapped for parts.

WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!! "Hold your breath, and I'll fuck you. You'll fucking feel it, that rush you wanted, that orgasm. I'll spit on your pussy, and eat that shit up. Just let me, Vera, and you'll have to take it all like a good fucking girl.” Hunter would fuck Vera lifeless if he wanted, treat her any which way just to keep his dick hard, and keep his thick, juicy cum running. After witnessing his mother being raped and murdered in cold blood, sick thoughts over power hunter and gradually his fantasies turn into a fetish. A fetish he cannot control and one his girlfriend can no longer tolerate. What happens when Vera calls for a break?

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed him in a beautiful embrace. He looked like an angel with devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon her and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to scream but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.