Romans & histoires Slow Pacing

“Please don’t go,” Ric said to me gazing into my eyes with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t fathom. “You said I am free to go so why are you still trying to hold me back?” I asked him, a little bit agitated. “Because I love you, Val. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw my men bring you into my home when I ordered your kidnap,” Ric said and began taking slow and steady steps toward me, while I took steps backward. This time around his eyes darkened and all I could see in them was lust. My body began to quiver with desire, in anticipation of what he would do next. Ricardo D’Arezzo is the ruthless mafia King who is merciless to those who offend and cross his path, but then Valentina Dimaria shows up in his life after he others for her kidnap because her uncle kills his Mom and tries to take away his Mafia King position, the only person he cherishes in life..... He falls in love and Valentina who was the first to fall in love with him, but the question now is will he allow his love for Valentina to quench his thirst for vengeance? What would happen when he learns about a secret about Valentina that even she doesn't know about herself?

I went into labor. And my mate, Alpha Alistair, locked me in a silver cage. The bars throbbed with curse runes, burning my skin. He did it for Livia. His dead brother's mate. Her pup had to be born first. That's when I learned the truth. He'd been poisoning me for months. All to make sure Livia's child would be the next Alpha. He called it "calming tea." A daily dose of poison to slow my pup's growth and delay my labor. But my body had other plans. My pup refused to wait. I went into labor at the same time as Livia. When he found out, he accused me of faking it. Of begging for sympathy. He let them poison me with wolfsbane. I lost my pup. A piece of my soul died with him. With my last breath, I reached out. To the one person who could save me. My brother, Alpha King Lucian. He came like a storm of rage. He burned the packhouse to the ground, with me inside. A phantom fire for all to see. Then, he plucked me from the flames. Only then, surrounded by the smoking ruins of his pack, did Alistair fall to his knees. His howl of regret tore through the night. For 99 days, he howled at the moon. Begging the Moon Goddess to return just a sliver of my soul.

“This isn't right—,” my voice cracked, slow moans slipping through my lips. “Sienna—” he called, his husky voice like hushed whispers in my ear. “Why….why do you say so? You don't want me? Don't you like what I do to you? The way I touch you….” He didn't stop. His fingers kept working their magic inside of me, slipping in and out in a pace I wouldn't call gentle. “I—I. S—Soren!” I jerked when he dipped deeper, hitting my core. “Sshhh….” Finally letting my pussy free, he lay me flat on the bed, my body stark naked before him. Sweaty and dripping hot with an ache for ecstasy. “Daddy wants you and you wouldn't argue, okay?” I nodded, without further hesitation. He had so much control over me. One I couldn't handle. He was so possessive. Fucking domineering. But I liked it, even though he was my stepbrother. Even though I knew this was so wrong. ***** Stuck between two stepbrothers. Sienna is left to make a decision, would she give in to the forbidden desires building within her? And when she chooses at last who will it be? The one who makes her heart flutter and her pussy drip or the one that wraps shield around her like a cardigan in winter?

“I’ll rip every vein from his body,” he said so calmly, like we were discussing the weather while keeping a firm grip on my thighs. “And make you a necklace out of it” “You’re talking about my husband...mmmm” I whispered before it turned into a moan because he started drawing slow circles on my clict. “I’m talking about my father. The Godfather" He said matter of factly "Now be a good girl and stay still so I can finish my lunch” before I could say anything in response he lowered his head between my thighs. ~~~~~~~~ Kiara had spent her entire life trying to be the perfect daughter even when it cost her everything. Forced into marriage with the Godfather of Italy, a man who is three times her age , she learns quickly how to play her role to stay alive. The perfect wife. Until he walks into her life. Again. A Man she shouldn't want but yet is everything she needs. They hate each other on sight. But hate is just another kind of heat, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything to the ground. Loving him could cost her everything. Resisting him might destroy her. Either way, she’s already ruined. Because Kiara is not just hiding her feelings,she is hiding a secret that could change both her life and her Stepsons .

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband before all of Olympus. Everyone thought I would choose Apollo Olympion, the radiant heir of the sun god and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he gained Zeus’s favor, sacred estates, and the right to rise above every divine heir. But after our marriage, he gave his sunlight to Celeste, the dying flower nymph my mother had taken in. When Demeter drove her away, Apollo blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He humiliated me, broke me, and finally let my sacred medicine become slow poison. I died carrying his child, on the night the spring inside me withered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I let them have each other. So before Zeus and every god in the Golden Hall, I chose Cassian Hadeion, the last blood of Hades. The cursed underworld prince everyone mocked. Apollo sneered. “Choosing him just to make me jealous?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, Cassian was the only one who avenged me. Then Apollo stepped closer and whispered, “Funny. That wasn’t who you chose last time.”

"Do you want me to stop?" Darlington growled, his thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble. "No," Freya moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist, hips rocking desperately to take him deeper. "God, no... harder." She was supposed to seduce him. Spy on him. Steal his secrets to save her dying mother. But the city's most ruthless billionaire, Darlington Knight, saw right through her from the moment she walked into his world. Now he's the one claiming her—pinning her against silk sheets, against cold glass walls, in the dark heat of his penthouse—fucking her senseless until she forgets her mission, forgets her lies, forgets everything but the way he owns her body. Every touch is dangerous. Every kiss a threat. He knows she's hiding something... and he's going to make her beg to confess—on her knees, breathless, dripping for him. Freya came to betray him. Instead, she's falling—hard, fast, and filthy—into a passion that could ruin them both. Even though Darlington might have his secrets, will he still see her the same way after finding out she was just a spy sent to seduce him?"

"Oh, fuck," I said aloud, grabbing the sheets harder. His hands found my breasts and he squeezed them slowly, his mouth trailing down until he was blowing warm air against me. He shifted my pants to the side, fingers rubbing slow circles over my clit before pressing a soft kiss there. Then his tongue rolled over it, unhurried, like he had all night. "Damien," I whispered. He didn't stop. Didn't even look up. Just kept going, steady and deliberate, until my fingers twisted deeper into the sheets and my whole body forgot how to be still. Mia Calloway was running out of options fast. Her mother was going to die if she didn't do something, and when she heard about the club, she didn't think twice. She thought it was only going to be that once. Only to walk into her lecture hall the next morning and come face to face with the same man. He was her professor. Now he wants everything, her time, her body, her mind. And every time she tries to walk away, she's pulled in deeper. The closer she gets, the more she realizes the club, the money, the way he chose her, none of it was random. Someone wanted her in his world.

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.

The news came that Raymond had been shot. I was seven months pregnant, but I flew straight across the country to the family's East Coast compound—and got detained the moment I stepped inside. “Never heard of the Don having a fiancée, and pregnant no less. You've got some nerve running a con on Carraso turf.” The barrel of a gun pressed cold against my temple. My heart was clawing its way up my throat when I caught sight of a familiar figure across the room. “Raffina,” I shouted, “tell them I'm your brother-in-law's fiancée.” Raffina gave a small wave of her hand, and the man holding the gun immediately bent at the waist. “Donna, I didn't know she was a friend of yours. My mistake.” I stared with wide eyes, unable to make sense of what I was seeing. Inside the compound, the same man crossed to where Raymond sat on the couch without a scratch on him, and gave a formal nod. “Don, she claims she's your fiancée.” Raymond took a slow sip of his whiskey and shook his head, just barely. They dragged me out, and on the way the man slapped me across the face, warning me not to try my con act anywhere near the family again. I pulled the engagement ring off my finger and went straight to International Financial Tower.

“You taste so good Meadow baby” He groaned as his tongue dug deeper into her. “Please don’t stop, Please.” She begged her back arching off the office desk. “Be a good girl for me and spread your legs wider baby” He whispered as his nose pressed into her. “Yes sir” She barely spoke out. The billionaire CEO Jamey Salvador is shackled to an arranged engagement with Debby Hester, the ice-cold heiress who needs this merger to go as planned. She wants his company and his last name and will stop at nothing to get it. In the Solitude of his building, he bets his best friend that he can get the uptight, rule-following Meadow White, His new secretary, into his bed before the next quarter closes. Easy win. James was supposed to collect his winnings, marry Debby, and walk away. Instead, he’s catching feelings for the one woman who was never supposed to matter. He has to decide his fate: Hand his empire and his soul to a woman who’ll bleed him dry or prove the man who made the bet is gone, and the one who’d burn his empire down to keep her is real. Tempeted by the Tycoon is an office romance with a billionaire boss, a secretary heroine, a Steamy office erotica, a nail-biting slow burn, one cruel bet, one villainous fiancé, and a fall that could ruin them all.