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WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY MATURE CONTENTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDERAGE... His index and middle fingers circling my clit told me there was no way I was going to sleep again. I keep my eyes closed and bite my lip so that I don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's got me awake. With that, he stuck a rough finger right in the middle of me, causing my eyes to pop wide and my jaw to fall. "This sure will wake you up." "Fuck you," I sulk, putting my hand behind me to firmly hold his hair between my fingers and reluctantly grinning at him. "God, I hate you sometimes." He says, "No you don't," and then presses his thumb against my clit while his other finger moves at the most delightful pace in and out of my moist core. What an awful way to start the day, eh? "Robert," I sulk as I move his head out of my neck. "Please, no.. ************ Young journalist Isabella Jones is tasked with speaking with Robert Woods, the charismatic and influential CEO of Woods Enterprises. Given that Woods is extremely reclusive and rarely grants interviews, Isabella is anxious about the interview. She is adamant, though, that she will give it her all and get the story.... but one thing is certain, she'd have to sleep with him to get the job.
My obnoxious roommate knocked on my door to wake me up for work, and that's when I woke up.
He throws a pillow at where I was curled up in my covers, screaming, "El, get the hell up before were late, you little bitch,"
I groggily murmur, "Mm, five more minutes."
The warm covers were snatched from my half-naked body in a split second. When the chilly air touched my flesh, I winced. "Nate," I cried.
My roommate Nate is also my best buddy in the entire world. No, this isn't one of those sappy romance books where the lady secretly loves her best friend and he feels the same way. Nate isn't attracted to women sexually. When we first met, I'll admit that I was a little disappointed to learn that Nate was gay. But hey, I still adore the dork.
After we received our undergraduate degrees, Nate and I moved in together. We have a cute modest flat in Manhattan's streets. We were employed as interns at Olivia Global over a year ago with the expectation of being shortly promoted to full-time employees.
He puts an outfit on the bed for me and says, "Up and at 'em, Ella. We're going to be late if you don't hop in the shower. I'll spit in the deliciously prepared breakfast I made you.
I jumped out of the bed and stormed out of the room, but not before glaring at Nate the entire time. Quickly, the warm water gushing from the shower head soothed my stiff muscles. I washed my hair, which I would shortly blow dry after taking a shower, and scrubbed my body clean.
I quickly dried myself after the shower and put on the lovely outfits my roommate had chosen for the day.
I took my heels out of my room and set them on the bar stool before sitting down next to them. The French toast Nate had made for me sat in front of me, looking better than ever. I wasted no time in diving into the delicious food, despite not having eaten in days.
Nate hummed amusingly, "Hm." I groaned back, and he laughed, "You'd die without me in your life, El." We need to get to the office quickly before the CEO, the hot Daniel Olivia, reprimands us.
I smirk, "Wouldn't mind that at all."
He responds dreamily, "Hmm, me neither. If I say so myself, that dude is a magnificent piece of art. "I wouldn't mind kissing every square inch of that man's body underneath his suits."
I teased him, "Hmm." "Too bad his straight then, aye?"
Nate gave me a sneering look as he snatched his fancy wallet off the kitchen table. Saying, "Shut it Ella. I know he wants to play for my team but his obviously too scared to admit his feelings for me."
As I sipped my juice, I laughed at my friend who was still in denial. Nate couldn't wait any longer, so he dragged me out of our apartment and toward our workplace. I gave him the side-eye as he hurried us into Olivia Global. When we arrived, the elevators dinged to let us know.
As soon as I exited the elevator, I noticed all of my other students hurrying about and appearing to be focused on the specific assignment that Mr. Olivia had assigned.
Nate alerted me about the upcoming board meeting before I could enter my tiny office, and I appreciate him for doing so. I carried the papers into the tiny room I use for my office and grabbed my MacBook Pro so I could make notes. I made sure to stop at the break room and pour myself a vanilla latte before heading over to the board meeting room.
Nate growled at Isabella, "Get moving." I want to sit close to Mr. Olivia's nice ass, please.
Nate's excitement to see our boss, who resembled a goddamn runway model, made me giggle. We sped over to the boardroom and noticed a few individuals standing around talking carelessly. Nate virtually pushed me under the table in the direction of Mr. Olivia's usual seat. As he took a seat next to me, I frowned at him and did the same.
While we waited for Mr. Olivia, I opened Microsoft Word on my Mac and created a blank page so that I could make any necessary notes.
I was sipping my coffee and listening to Nate chat about this handsome guy he met at Starbucks the other day when the goddess herself entered the board room through the large, dark doors. Mr. Olivia was attired in a dark blue tie, a tailored white dress shirt, and a grey suit. His hair was fashioned in a David Beckham-inspired jellied back look, which I simply wanted to run my fingers over.
Every lady in the room, including Nate and I, virtually swooned at the young Chief in editor. His shoulders were drawn back in a confident manner as he walked, his jaw clinched to show off his exquisite jaw structure and his eyes glared ahead of him. I got up and fixed my clothes as he moved to his seat. I then approached him, pulled out his seat, and placed his customary coffee in front of him.
Mr. Olivia's perpetually somber expression brightened as he acknowledged my gifts. I stepped out from behind the chair to sit next to Nate as he grinned and sat down.
He warmly smiled at me and said, "Well, well, well, if isn't my trusty little intern," which caused my ovaries to swell up.
His smile was most likely the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His teeth were as white and evenly spaced as the people in the Colgate advertisements. He had the most stunning soft brown eyes, and his dimple-also known as my weakness-peaked on the side of his face.
When he called me by my name, I flushed and looked down at my lap.
He grinned and said "adorable" to himself, but I overheard him clearly, and my cheeks grew even redder as a result. I caught a glimpse of Nate smirking to himself as he watched me act timidly out of the corner of my eye.
Nate said, "You innocent soul," and I punched him beneath the table.
With the icy CEO's expression returning to his immaculate face, Mr. Daniel Olivia demands in a stern voice, "Alright, everyone settle into your seats, please." We must calm down and talk over everyone's monthly assignments.
Around the room, there was muttering about their upcoming tasks. He commanded, "Quiet down." Everyone in the room grew silent and returned their focus to Mr. Daniel Olivia. Now go ahead and shoot me some ideas folks, what do you all have for me? "Now everybody shoot out some of your ideas and if I like it I'll assign it to you or give it to somebody else who I think can handle the job better."
A few people rushed to express their thoughts because they were keen for Mr. Olivia's approval. He found some of their ideas to be impressive, others to be repulsive, and some he just didn't like. He gave the majority of them jobs as they screamed out.
Daniel was looking for a compelling story to include in this month's edition because our company Olivia Global also operated as a magazine. So yet, none of them had made an impression on him. Until the biggest b*tch in our Olivia Global crew started talking.
God I loathe the sound of her voice, "Why don't we set up an interview with Mr. Woods, Mr. Olivia?"
"Just because you hate me doesn't mean your body doesn't want me," he added. He moved closer to her, lifting her leg as he did so. His fingers trailed down to her neck, touching her lips. He could hear her heart race, and he knew he had a magnetic pull on her. He said the obvious: "There is no denying that your body wants me." He turned his back on her after saying, "So don't you ever think that I can't have you when I want because I can and I would." *** He hovered over her, pinning her body to his with his arms around her waist, whispering to her, "I own you now Bell and you can never escape me." His imagination was running wild due to her scent, which was driving him insane. *** Bell was a happy and beautiful girl who lived contentedly with her parents and younger brother as the only family related to the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. However, one Alpha attacked their pack and brutally killed her family. She felt as though the world had ended when she learned that her uncle had sold her as a bride to the same Alpha who had murdered her family. This broke and shattered her, leaving her weak and alone. Will she avenge her family or will she submit to her Alpha's will and accept this cruel fate? Book 1 of the werewolf shifter dark romance series is available here.
Now that classes are in session, the material is extremely challenging! She wishes to write about my world and the domme. And rather than taking her, I'm meant to teach her. However, her feisty demeanor begs to be subdued. Her innocence cries out to be captured. I'm confident that my whip will subdue her. Her young body cries out for my stern, seasoned touch. I'll teach her to tolerate suffering in order to experience joy. Like our contract, the seclusion is only for a limited time. However, what if I'd prefer something more long-lasting? Although I should not fall for my subs, I appear to be disobeying all of my own rules.
"Daddy is going to insert it," I yelled. "Daddy is going to fuck this lovely hole with his fingers." Either because of the feelings in her cunt or because she knew a horrible fuck was about to happen, she cried out at that point, but it worked for me. I started to pierce her back by gently pressing my finger against the tight folds, using more pressure to force my way in. I gave an encouraging rasp, "Come on, baby." "Calm down, open up to Daddy, and let him buttfuck you." With a snap, I slipped in up to the first knuckle, that tight ring squeezing my finger so tight, so dry, so stimulating, and those dirty words did the job. The brunette thought it was great. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" As I pierced her ass, she let out a cry, her head tilted towards the heavens, her lips slightly open, and her breasts swinging subtly below.
21+ WARNING!!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY MATURE CONTENTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDERAGE... "Every good girl wants a bad boy who is good only for her." "Every bad boy wants a good girl who is bad only for him." "Whenever you are looking for love don't look too far he might be right next door." Cindy Williams has a 4.0 GPA, no social life, and precisely two friends—the stereotypical adolescent fiction heroine. Austin Holden, her next-door neighbor and an unachievably popular football player, has captured her heart for life. Up until Justin Drake shows up, she believes her senior year would be calm. Extremely attractive but conceited, he's a bad kid whose past Clara would do anything to erase. He's also rude and conceited. Her life is completely upside down due to being torn between two males. Maybe, however, she discovers herself and love in the middle of all the uncertainty and mayhem.
21+ WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY MATURED CONTENTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDERAGE. Kelly unintentionally switches cellphones with the standout quarterback of a rival high school. Unable to switch it back until a week later, she has to communicate with the haughty boy by sending SMS and voicemails. She discovers there's more to him than smug remarks and sexual innuendos as she gets to know him better. Will Kelly's feelings endure, though, when identities are disclosed and secrets are made public?
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
"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.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!