"You taste like warm sweet honey, and I want more of you!" He growls as he presses his manhood into my hip. "Give yourself to me, tesoro." [Treasure] His words are like fuel to my igniting fire. I want him, I crave him, and when his lips start to suck on my heated skin, I turn into a puddle of water when his hand dips into the top of my dress. He finds my breast, and he kneads it, flicking my erect nipple has my panties moisten with arousal --- Vanessa Maddison: She is as gorgeous and flawless on the outside as she is scarred and tormented on the inside. Luca Venturi: Came storming into Vanessa's life like a raging blaze that burns everything it caresses. He's an Italian billionaire doctor who can have any woman he wants, but he has his sights set on Vanessa. Intertwined by their secrets, they try to defy the odds. They make their own rules and quickly surrender to the exquisite power of possession. What began as a fling evolved into something far greater than either of them could have imagined. What will the Italian billionaire do to save Vanessa when they are thrown into a world they are both unfamiliar with time and time again?
Food For Thought:
Have you ever walked through life thinking you're worth so much more and you deserve the ultimate best...
But, you just can't seem to let go of the past and you allow your demons to haunt you no matter how much you tell yourself to grow a pair and live your best life...
Or, when you meet someone who ignites the fire in your soul and you're too scared to let him in.
Because, you feel you're not compatible together because you lead two entirely different lives.
So, you allow yourself to be too afraid to explore the chemistry between you lacking the desire to let someone in to caress your damaged heart, body, soul and mind.
Then when you do allow him into your body and heart. You find out that he wasn't the man you thought you knew or grew to love quicker than your next breath.
Eventually, becoming well aware of why being together was like riding a roller coaster and you wished you had trusted your instincts in the first place and stayed well away from him.
No, just me?
Well, that's just fan-fucking-tastic...
*Sigh*
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My best friend Chrissy and I walk into the newest and hippest club in town.
The atmosphere is electric as everybody's feeding off the music. Their hips are swaying and their arms are waving in the air like they just don't care. Chrissy grabs my hand and pushes her way through the crowd of people at the bar.
"Hey." She yells at the barman.
He smiles with a twinkle in his eye and walks over to us ignoring the other orders being yelled at him.
"What can I get you?" He asks, licking his lips as his eyes focus on hers.
I don't know what possessed her to do it.
But, like a bolt of lightning, she leans over the bar and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him passionately on the lips. To my surprise, he leans in and deepens the kiss. I stand there with wide eyes wondering what the fuck is going on. The kiss lasts a good minute before cheering erupts at the other end of the bar.
Chrissy pulls back and touches her swollen lips with her fingers and smiles with a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.
"Two Rum and Cokes with two of your strongest shots." She yells over the music.
The bartender places our drinks down in front of us.
"I'll make you a deal." He says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "If you save me a dance, I'll give you this round for free." He licks his lips tasting her kiss all over again and a little growl leaves his mouth.
"Deal!" She says blushing.
He pushes the drinks forward.
We take our shots at the bar and then find ourselves a nice corner booth to sit at.
I take a sip of my drink relishing in its coolness as it slides down my throat right to my toes. I do a little shimmy in my chair and take another drink.
I look over at Chrissy.
"Do you know him?" I nod in the direction of the barman.
Because that was too hot for her not to.
"His name's Conrad." She sneaks another look at him and blushes.
"He's built like a goddamn powerhouse. He might be a bit much for me to handle." She nibbles on her lower lip.
"You'll be fine," I assure her.
She still refuses to believe that she has an insatiable sexual appetite no matter how many times I've told her.
We hit the dance floor swaying to the music looking like a couple of drugged-up hippies. Our favourite song comes on and we jump up and down with excitement. The air is thick with sweat, smoke and booze with a hint of arousal.
The typical stench of an overpopulated club.
Sweat glistens off our skin and drenches our hair. The club becomes ultra hot with the disco lights flashing and the smoke machine running. We were having a really good time until two guys approached us and started grinding up on us from behind.
I look at Chrissy and she's having trouble trying to keep the guy's hands off her. The guy behind me starts to get rough by pulling me into him. He forcefully rubs his erection against my ass and nuzzles his nose through my hair breathing it in.
"You smell of strawberries soaked in vanilla." His words slur in my ear and his breath is hot against my skin.
It sends an outbreak of cold chills up my spine and I loathe every chill.
"Do you taste as good as you smell?" His hand slowly travels up my torso and he cups my breast.
A sudden wave of red takes over me.
I turn in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck. Tiptoeing, I lean in closer to him and whisper in his ear.
"It's a real... Pity you'll never get the chance to find out."
I bring my leg up and knee him right in his precious baby-making jewels. He staggers back cursing as he bends over and grabs them with both hands. I raise my foot and I push him over.
He falls to the ground with a loud thud and I titter.
"Not so perky now are we princess?" I say to him as he lies on the ground cupping himself.
I look over to see where Chrissy is and I watch as Conrad comes barging through the crowd, he taps the guy on the shoulder and punches him square in the face when he turns around. Chrissy screams with fright as she steps away from the scene with wide eyes.
Eventually, two huge buffed security guards come barging through the crowd and haul the clowns up to their feet and start dragging them out of the club.
"Where the fuck were you cunts?" Conrad sneers.
"These two were practically getting raped on the dance floor you fucking muppets!" He flicks his wrist and droplets of blood fall from his knuckles.
He looks around the dance floor for Chrissy and when he finds her. He grabs her by the hand and leads her off the floor. She takes mine along the way and drags me with her. He leads us to the bar and tells the two men sitting in front of his station to beat it. The men mutter something under their breaths and turn to look at us.
"Ladies." They say in unison.
"Don't. Even. Fucking. Think. About. It." A low growl comes from Conrad.
"Scram or I'll give the ladies something to really look at." Conrad straightens looking as if he's grown an extra two feet and rolls his shoulders getting ready to dish out another ass whooping. Both men get up and leave without another word.
Conrad slides back behind the bar and pours us a small glass of whisky.
"Drink, it will help to calm your nerves." His voice is full of self-controlled anger as he slides the glasses forward.
We swallow the whisky in one gulp, letting the amber liquid slide down our throats leaving a warm tingly feeling in its wake. I look at my phone.
"I gotta love you and leave you." I stand and give her a quick hug.
"No... Nessa. Stay a little longer with me please?" She begs.
"I wish I could. But I have a class to teach, and I need some rest if I'm going to do my new Care Bears any justice." I tell her.
She hugs me back with her lower lip pouting.
"You keep an eye on her you hear me," I warn Conrad.
He nods as he continues to serve the crowd forming in front of him. I walk out of the club with shaking limbs heading towards my next adventure of finding myself a Taxi.
By chance, I see one pull up at the taxi stand and I quickly rush over to grab it before some other soul with a death wish gets to it before I do.
When I reach the taxi, I lean forward and open the door.
Shit...
My inner goddess curses when a sudden rush of pain courses through my body.
The passenger had opened the door hitting my head in the process. I lost my balance and hit the concrete with a thud.
I sit upright, shaking the white spots that dance before me. I let out a little groan wondering what just happened. Then suddenly a man exits the taxi and bends down on one knee before me.
"You know what happens when you run, spitfire." Tobias nips my lower lip with his teeth then soothes the sting with the gentle caress of his tongue. "I catch you!" --- I should have known that Tobias Landry was behind the circus of my troubles. He, who once was a man I adored in my past life, is now a man who leaves nothing but devastation in his wake everywhere he turns. He can pretend all he likes that he is innocent, but the slight twitch in his left eye says a completely different story. I will fight him to the end to keep the bakery that I have poured my sweat, blood, and tears into! Even, if that means that I have to marry him and give in to his sexual desires. My name is Keri Appleton and this is a dangerous and sultry tale about lies, secrets, and the fine line between love and obsession.
Being forged from the trauma that clings to your soul like an additional layer of sin has an elegance to it. When my father and I buried my sister, falling in love with her first love wasn't on the agenda. Don Alessandro Valentino has something I want. Something he refuses to depart with and no matter how much pain he inflicts upon me, I will never give up. I vowed to never let him win. I thought I had escaped his grasp, but his torment had only just begun. Despite everything, he still held the power to manipulate my heart and make me crave to be possessed by him. As secrets come to light and the truth is exposed, can I surrender the battle and surrender what I've been fighting for all along, without hesitation? --- He tore his lips away from mine, peering down at me, brushing the pad of his thumb along his lower lip-smearing my touch as far as it would travel. "You taste like mine." He said in a cold and condescending tone. Then he left. He walked out of the wine cellar without a second glance over his shoulder as Riccardo locked the door behind them.
He pins me against the wall, all 7ft of him, towering over me. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this and I will walk away." He mutters with his hot breath fanning my face. "I want you, Zion," I whisper breathlessly against the shell of his ear. "If you walk out that door, you'll never get to feel how good I'll feel wrapped around you." I nip at his earlobe with my teeth. Something snaps within him as a low rumble vibrates from the back of his throat. "Mine..." He snarls as he picks me up from the ground and crushes his lips against mine. --- The moment I met Zion, I knew my life was never going to be the same again. Being in his presence did crazy things to my body. He is my fated mate, the other half of my soul and the only male who can save me from myself. Turns out I'm not your average human and I have the entire universe questioning my very existence and what energy I possess. They fear me and they have every reason to. Including Zion, his elite of warriors and light oracles.
"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. [Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. "You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him. >>> Mila Starkk is a lively young woman trapped in a terrible relationship with her mafia-infiltrated boyfriend, Ace. After the Esposito boss points a gun at her, she flees, seeking sanctuary in an Irish bar that no Italian soldier would dare enter. She has a one-night fling with a seductive Turkish gentleman. The following day, she is dragged through an alleyway with a knife pointed at her, and by chance, stabs one of the guys before fleeing to the Esposito family for protection; starting a war between the Irishmen. She is thrust into an entirely new world, assigned on missions under their protection, and when she learns she is pregnant, she assures Ace that he is the father. After giving birth, she is given the orders to destroy Aydem Burak, Sedar Ozturk's second cousin. The Don of the Turkish Mafia. Mila is sent by the Esposito's to steal something from Aydem that will financially cripple him. From the time she enters his company, sparks fly between them and when her baby is held as ransom for her completion of the mission, she must decide where her allegiance
Working in the sex industry isn't always what's cut out to be... Some find love, like to cause chaos, and others just simply try to get away with murder. "Am I turning you on, Mikros?" He grunts loudly in my ear. "I can feel you soaking me like a cascading waterfall." He hisses, his hot breath fanning my exposed skin as he continues to caress me with long strokes. "My body is a treacherous vessel; it appears to have its own mind." I retaliate by pushing against the wall, and he slams me against it. "That's all you'll ever own, Amar." a soft moan escapes my lips. "Is my body, never my heart or my mind,"
Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. 'How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?' "After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony." the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. I have also gotten exhausted from this marriage both physically and mentally. Even though I had wanted my child to be born into a complete family, I didn't want my child to have a stepmother and live miserably like me for the rest of his life. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, "Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won't pester him, or you have to bear the consequences." The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don't plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, "Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can't give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father." 'As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what.' Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, āSheās quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and youāre crossing me.ā The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.Ā
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."