Slow Bleeding Pigs Novels & Stories

BLURB He wanted her just for one night and not forever. On his birthday, drunk and careless, the future Alpha, Harry Black ridge takes what he had always wanted for years, her body and by morning he realises the mistake fate had made. She is his mate. “Forget what happened,” he tells her, cold and distant, and she does, or tries to, until a rogue attack puts her in the pack hospital, bleeding and calling his name, over and over, while he stays in another room holding another woman’s hand. This shatters her completely, everything turns out worse when she even finds out she's pregnant too. Pack law leaves no choice. One year, a contract and a marriage with no promises and no love. At night, he touches her like she belongs to him, his body sure even when his heart isn’t, and she lets him, but never gives him more. Now he wants everything but she isn’t sure she wants him anymore.

I couldn’t cum ,not once in two years with him nor with someone. Then Sophie,my best friend….slid a card across the table. Dr. Vincent Kane; Specialist in women’s sexual dysfunction. The man who could fix what felt permanently broken. She didn’t mention he was her ex-husband Or that his “program” meant thirty locked days at his private estate. No sterile exam rooms, Just silk-draped suites, candlelit treatment spaces, and a discreet staff who vanished when he entered. In our first session he asked me to undress behind a screen and i did. When I stepped out in the thin robe, his gaze dragged down my body,slow, deliberate,before snapping back to my face. His throat worked. “Lie back,” he said, voice rougher than the day before. His gloved fingers parted with me for the exam. Clinical and professional until they lingered, circling my clit with the lightest pressure, testing responses I didn’t know I had. My hips jerked. A gasp tore from my throat. He froze, knuckles white on the table edge, breathing hard through his nose. He didn’t stop….Night after night the sessions grew bolder. His mouth replaced fingers, tongue stroking in slow, deliberate circles until my thighs shook and my back bowed off the massage table. When I finally shattered, clenching, crying out, soaking his chin, he pulled back, lips glistening, eyes black with something feral. He pinned my wrists above my head one evening, cock hard against my thigh through his trousers. “This is still therapy,” he growled, grinding once, twice. “Tell me to stop.” I arched into him instead, nails digging into his shoulders. My ex is threatening to leak photos, ruin us... Sophie keeps texting: How’s the retreat? He’s helping, right?

Xander Baston is a notorious playboy with a reputation as the senior bully at the very college where he has become the self-proclaimed king. Aoife Marshall is the new girl in town, instantly capturing the attention of the bad boy and his senior crew. When the bully stakes his target for the new school year, he finds curiosity getting the best of him. As attraction grows for the shy freshman, ego prevents him from admitting his true feelings for the woman who has stolen his heart. It's a story of opposites attracting. Will Aoife be able to soften the heart of the biggest bully on campus? Or will his jealousy, ego, and pride get in the way? Experience the thrill of love and hatred when Xander's dominance clashes with Aoife's innocence. Follow their exciting transition as they journey to discover the strength and power of true love that goes the distance.. * Bully Love *College romance *Slow burn *love pain *Sexual fantasy

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.

“Please, let me go…” I cried while he kept walking forward towards me, making me shiver more. While his eyes fixated on me, he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply while I gulped. As he exhaled, a slow stream of smoke escaped his lips, dissipating into the air and he started, “You shouldn’t have done that… You did a big mistake” “I am sorry…” I cried again and shook my head. “It’s done. It’s time for the punishment now…” He said and my heart skipped a beat. . Allison Wesley was living a normal life as a journalist until she gets involved into a task which leads her to slap the mafia boss in town. Her one mistake gets her life upside down as she enters the world of thrill, excitement, passion and danger. Read on to find out more!

She chose love over legacy—and paid for it with everything. On their fifth wedding anniversary, Amara comes home expecting love. Instead, she finds betrayal waiting on her couch—pregnant. For five years, Amara sacrificed everything for her marriage: her family, her comfort, her body, and her dreams of motherhood. She believed her husband when he said love was enough. Then another woman walks into her home carrying his child. Forced to share her marriage, her bedroom, and her dignity “for the sake of the baby,” Amara endures a slow, calculated cruelty disguised as sacrifice. But what she doesn’t know is that the truth hiding beneath Selina’s sweetness is far more dangerous than betrayal. And when Amara finally hears it… Something shifts. How much can a woman lose before she chooses herself?

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape."But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.****The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.****Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)Slow updates.Triggers and smut present.I do not own the background picture of this book's cover.Book cover made by me.

Ten years of vengeance. One unbreakable bond. And the alpha who just chained the woman he swore to kill. Aira Vale became the Shadow Raider to make Kael Draven pay, raiding his borders, stealing his power, bleeding him for the night he slaughtered her family in front of her. She never expected to be dragged back in silver chains and thrown at his feet. Their eyes meet. The mate bond snaps into place fierce, feral, undeniable. The pack reels. Kael rejects her publicly, voice like ice, but the bond stops his blade. He locks her in a silver cell instead, vowing to break the rogue who’s haunted him for a decade. She tells herself it’s hate. Survival But the bond doesn’t lie. Proximity turns rage into fire. Secrets unravel. And the line between enemy and mate blurs until it shatters. In a world of blood moons and betrayals, one wrong move could destroy them both or forge something unbreakable. A dark, steamy enemies-to-lovers shifter romance where vengeance meets fate, and surrender is the deadliest weapon of all.

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.

He left me bleeding on an operating table while he wined and dined my replacement. Three months later, Julian Voss has everything: the heiress with "proven fertility," our penthouse, his perfect life. I have nothing. Until I meet Damien Hale the billionaire rival Julian destroyed eight years ago. The enemy who's been waiting for the perfect weapon. Me. One proposition: Pretend to be his wife. He'll give me everything I need to burn Julian's empire to ashes. But revenge gets complicated when Damien's possessive touch makes Julian's jaw clench with jealousy. When our fake marriage starts feeling dangerously real. When the man who was supposed to be my tool becomes the one thing I can't control. Julian's begging now, destroying his perfect life trying to win me back. He doesn't know I'm not his anymore. I'm the weapon they both created. And when the ashes settle, only one man will have me.