"I will teach you how to pleasure me," I trail a hand down his smooth-muscled chest, loving the bulge of his muscles under me. "You don't get to teach me, baby. I know the right way to fuck you." He leaned close to whisper, "You have the chance to back out. But if you don't, I'm going to fuck you hard against the door. So hard that you won't be able to walk for a week." "Then, do it," I challenged. **** Before I met him, I was the lone Luna who ran away from the pack; away from my responsibilities. I was determined to hide out in the human world until I met a man who was willing to take me in. Though I never loved him, I got married to him. However, a few days into the marriage, I discovered that I had a stepson. And what was worse? My young stepson is my mate.....
"My son is returning today," Gordon crossed his left leg over his right, with his hands propped on them, as he went through the daily papers.
"Hmm," I nodded as I continued to type on my phone. It wasn't until the words fully sank in, did I turn to look at him. "Your son?" I widened my eyes, shocked by his words. "What do you mean by your son? I never knew you had a son," I tried not to sound so shocked.
"Well, I do. He has been away for years. Hell, I've not seen my son for close to seventeen years. He just called this morning, to inform me of his intended visit," he said like it wasn't much of a big deal.
"Oh, he's coming for a visit?" I forced a smile. "That's good."
No, it's not good. It can never be good.
"Not for a visit. He had a falling out with his mother, so he will be here until he returns to school. He wishes to spend the summer holiday with us."
He said as if it didn't matter. He's taking everything lightly when I'm almost combusting from shock.
"Us?" I rose from the couch. "For God's sake, Gordon. Why didn't you tell me of this until now?" I felt like growling at him, but I kept the urge in place.
How did I end up with someone like him? Oh, I know. I had to do what I could, to be safe.
"What's wrong?" He furrowed his brows at me. "Why are you making a big deal out of this?" He closed the newspaper he was reading, and fully faced me, "it's not a big deal. He's-"
"Not a big deal? Why don't I make a big deal out of this when you didn't deem it necessary to tell me of your son's return?"
Goddess help me. I got married to a man without knowing he had a son. And by the sound of it, his son is a teenager!
He ran a hand through his hair. His blonde hair is tousled because of the number of times he has run a hand through them. He looked as tired as he had always been.
"I only got to know of this a few hours ago. Just like you, I'm not prepared," He peered up at me with fatigued eyes.
Though his eyes are blue. Most times, they seem to change to Green, depending on how the light hits them. I met Gordon on one of my long runs from the members of my pack. Had he not saved me those nights ago, I would have been dragged back to my pack, kicking and screaming.
My responsibilities are one of the reasons I ran away from the pack. But most important is the Alpha of the Dark Mirth.
As a Luna, I needed an Alpha to rule the pack with. And he was the man my father chose for me. I was to get mated to him a year ago, but I ran away that night. Since then, my pack has been on my tail.
Gordon met me after a bloodied fight with my pack. Getting married to him was me repaying the debt I owed.
"Are you even listening to me?" He asked, startling me from my thoughts. His blue eyes bore into mine.
"Of course!" I nervously chuckled when all I wanted to do was yell at him until his hair turned grey. But I didn't do that - I had to pretend like I'm not freaking out. When I'm freaking the hell out!
"Then, it's settled." He took up the newspaper he discarded, looking more relaxed than I felt.
To him, it won't be a big deal, but to me, it is. A week into my marriage, I discovered that my so-called husband has a son, who's coming over to spend the holidays with us.
Talk about catching someone unawares. They swooped in and had me off my feet with the surprise.
"Then, I will -"
The doorbell rang, perfectly cutting off the words I intended to say.
"I believe he's the one." He rose from the couch and strode towards the door, while I trailed after him.
'It's only a kid. You don't have to be nervous. Since he's related to Gordon, he's human. He can't hurt you.'
Chels, my wolf, tried to comfort me.
Yet, it didn't ease my nerves. I felt like running into the room, to hide out, but I stood my ground.
Just like Chels said, he's a kid. He can't be that older than-
The words froze in my mind when the door opened and I finally saw my stepson.
Goddess in a miniskirt.
I took a step back as my eyes racked through his body. His 'long top short side hairstyle' was curled on the top, making his black hair shine brighter.
Though he stood a bit far from me, I'm aware he's more than 6 feet (1.83 m) tall, since he's taller than Gordon. His brown eyes seem to have a dark aura in them. It's as if he's keeping a deadly secret.
My eyes roamed his body. He's clothed in black tight slacks, with a black polo underneath a leather jacket. His black boots complemented the bad-boy vibes he was trying to give out.
However, that wasn't what made me take a step back. It was his scent.
He smelled like a winter morning and the wood. Just a smell, but it was able to make me feel like in sitting in a cabin in the woods, with the fire crackling in the fireplace, as the snow fell outside.
'Mate!'
My wolf growled, startling me from my thoughts. I took more steps back and slowly shook my head.
My wolf must be out of her senses, there is no way a human can ever be my mate. Moreover, it has been years since the mood goddess punished us by removing the mate bond. Now, we only marry anyone whom our heart chooses, and not the one the moon goddess deemed for us.
'Mate! He's our mate.' Chels sounded eager to jump the poor boy's bone.
Hush!
He can never be our mate! You are clearly out of your senses.
I tried to get my wolf in check before she does something to embarrass me in the presence of my hot stepson.
Wait a minute, did I just call him hot?
"Son," Gordon took a step towards his son, while I forced a smile, trying to get my wolf to stop spurting nonsense.
"Mmm."
The boy gave him a freezing stare. "Why are you standing here as if you are having a welcome party?" He snapped at a stunned Gordon. His voice sounded raspy, almost like that of those who smoke cigarettes.
My eyes immediately went to his beautiful lips, which weren't as charred as those of smokers.
"Well, you stepmother and I wanted to welcome -"
"Stepmother?" He glanced up.
And for the first time, since he stepped into the house, our eyes met.
My heart skipped a beat, and my palms got sweaty.
But that wasn't the worst reaction. Instantly, my stomach clenched, and I felt a bit of discomfort in my pussy.
Goddess! What's going on with me? Why do I suddenly have this urge to have sex with him?
"My stepmother?" He scoffed as his eyes racked through my body. His eyes darkened in anger, not arousal.
"What's wrong?" Gordon asked, with a scowl.
He didn't answer his father's question. Instead, he carried his suitcase and entered the house. "Where is my room?" He asked, without turning to look at his father.
"It's upstairs, the second door by your right." Gordon supplied, still trying to please his son, who didn't seem to notice that. He gently closed the door and locked it.
"Good." He carried his suitcase towards me.
However, before he walked past me, he leaned in to whisper, "Gold-digging whore." He straightened before he continued towards the stairs.
I blushed hard from both the embarrassment of his words, and his proximity. Instead of being angry, I felt a bit giddy because I caught a whiff of his unique scent.
"I apologize for his actions, Chrysalis," Gordon forced a smile. "He's just a child, you don't have to blame him." He glanced at the stairs with an indescribable expression on his face.
"How old is your son?" I raised a brow at him.
"Nineteen. His birthday was two weeks ago."
"What?"
I gasped.
WARNING: This an extremely dark romance. **** Shivers raced through my spine at the dark, heated stares from them -the brothers I was about to pledge my body to. "Sweetheart, you need to know what you are getting into by joining the game," Blue's voice startled me. I gulped as my eyes went to Fred's. His mouth went up in a smirk as his dark eyes roamed through my body. Desires and fear took hold of me as I glanced around their 'play house' I know what I'm signing up for by consenting to be their toy. Yet, I willingly took that step, to freedom, desire, and, worst of all -pain. **** As a journalist, Bella was determined to be the best. She was always taking jobs discarded or termed 'impossible' by others. However, she doesn't know what she signed up for when she agrees to interview the Christophos brothers -wealthy men who live in a spooky old castle. She thought it would be effortless despite the number of journalists who had failed to get any info on the brothers until she stepped foot into the compound. Unknown to the unsuspecting woman, she was in for a ride of her life with brothers who might not be as human as they seem... The game is about to begin... And it's the survival of the fittest...
*Not incest* "You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Harboring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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."
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.