He was rude, arrogant, aggressive, ruthless and dominating Mafia Boss, a frightening man. The whole world was under his feet. Nobody had ever dared to disobey him except one girl. Everybody was afraid of him but except one girl, that girl was badass, she was afraid of nothing in the world, she was a warrior, confident, fearless and brave businesswomen. She was the first girl who wasn't afraid of the Mafia boss; she had the audacity to challenge him, refuse his orders, argue with him, and flirt with him. In the beginning, he was annoyed that why she wasn't afraid of him and disobeying him. He tried everything to scare her, but she always shocked him with her braveness and boldness. He was finding her weaknesses and in the end, he himself became her first and only weaknesses, and she became his badass girl. A girl who was a pain in the ass of the mafia boss, how she became his badass girl? How he became ready to leave everything to protect her and to spend the rest of his life with her peacefully and how that girl changed the Mafia boss? If you want to know, then read the story of an arrogant Mafia boss and his badass girl. *** His hands explored every inch of her bare back, stirring desire and sending shivers down her spine. She pressed herself against his body, completely absorbed in the moment, forgetting about the whole world. She was melting with his touch. She whispered in the heat of the moment, "if this is the consequences of disobeying your order, then I'd break the rules over and over again." His lips curved into a smile against her lips. This time he cupped her face and kissed her very softly and chastely. "I like you and I want to make you my badass girl." She froze in place, her eyes dilated in shock. She couldn't believe that he had just confessed his love so lovingly. She was dazed, finding it hard to believe that the ruthless mafia boss stood before her. ***
In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door.
A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.
Following him, another figure in a black suit entered, Mike, Andrew's right-hand man. Andrew trusted no one but Mike, a brotherly bond forged through loyalty. Mike's unwavering priority was Andrew, and he would go to great lengths to protect his boss.
Upon Andrew's arrival, the men beating the suspended man halted their actions, bowing their heads in obedience.
Andrew opened the buttons and took off his coat, striding toward the tied-up men with a deadly glare in his eyes. He handed his coat to one of the men who had been beating the restrained man, and stood in front of him, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt. His fists clenched, he unleashed punches upon the tied man, venting his anger with each strike, causing the man to scream in pain.
"Tell me, who were you leaking our confidential information to?" He demanded in a stern tone. "You deceived me, and you know I despise traitors."
He grabbed a pistol from the table and pointed it menacingly at the injured man, his eyes filled with fury. "Do you wish to confess, or do you prefer death?" The man's eyes dilated in sheer terror.
"I... I was passing information with Mr. Richard,"he stammered, disclosing everything.
Andrew frowned upon hearing the name and shot the man in the forehead without hesitation.
"This is the fate of those who betray me. They either face immediate death or a living hell of endless suffering." He growled before storming out of the room.
He entered a luxurious guest room where a young woman was already waiting for him, in a revealing dress and high heels, ready to serve the mafia boss. He comfortably took a seat on the sofa, giving the girl a cold look. She sensually approached him, knelt in front of him, and unbuckled his belt.
He yanked her hair and barked, "Hurry up and do your job, then leave. I don't have the whole day to endure your presence."
The girl trembled in fear and hurriedly undid his jeans before pulling it down. First, she sucked him and then rode over him. He used sex as a means to vent his frustration and stress.
Afterward, he left the room, buttoning up his jeans. He proceeded to his lavish bedroom, dark and mysterious like his personality.
Inside, his most trusted maid, Marie, was tidying up the room. She was the only person granted access to his room, and he respected her.
"Prepare my clothes. I have a meeting to attend," he ordered, and she responded with a nod before proceeding to his walk-in closet.
He headed for a quick shower.
After shedding his clothes, he stepped into a quick shower, allowing the water to cascade down his well-toned, muscular body adorned with a six-pack. His mind was consumed by thoughts of the man he had killed earlier, struggling to comprehend the betrayal by one of his best men who had been leaking their secrets to their rivals.
He walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His fresh black tuxedo lay on the bed. With a swift motion, he discarded the towel, letting it land on the sofa before dressing in his suit. His attire, like his life, was devoid of color, a reflection of the darkness that surrounded him.
After putting on his watch, he stood before a large mirror, running a comb through his jet-black hair.
***
In a bar, an attractive young woman, wearing a strapless black dress, sat at the counter with her friends. Her long, chocolate-brown hair flowed down her back, complementing her captivating features - big, intoxicating eyes, sharp sensuous lips, a straight nose, and plump cheeks. She effortlessly drew the attention of everyone around with her stylish and alluring presence, holding a glass of wine.
"See you tomorrow, Chloe." Her friends said as they left, giving her warm hugs.
As Chloe watched her friends depart, her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on a captivating man in the private cabin, surrounded by well-dressed individuals. It was none other than Andrew Anderson, the owner of this exclusive club. He has clubs and lounges all over the world.
He was engrossed in a meeting when Chloe noticed him.
She gazed at his attractive face and body without blinking, completely enchanted by his sexy and perfect appearance. She admire him, biting her lower lip as she took in his sensuous and enticing lips. She felt an intense urge to feel his lips against her own and kiss them passionately.
"This man is incredibly hot and mysterious, just my type. I hope he notices me." She whispered to herself, closely observing every move of his, as if she were spying on him.
Suddenly, he shifted his dark and intense gaze toward her, causing her to quickly avert her eyes. However, she couldn't resist looking back at him, and their eyes locked, leaving her entranced by his intense and bewitching brown eyes. She completely forgot about the entire world around her.
'Why is this girl staring at me like this?' He wondered, arching his brows suspiciously and doubting her intentions.
"Fuck! This man is the death of me." She mumbled to herself, shaking her head before turning her face away. She downed a full glass of wine in one go.
Andrew signaled for one of his men to approach him, and he promptly came forward and bent down. He instructed him to escort that girl to the secret room for interrogation.
Two of his men forcibly dragging Chloe to the secret room. "Where are you taking me, you idiots? I'm warning you, leave me, or else you both will face the consequences." She warned them in a stern tone.
"Our boss wants to interrogate you." One of his men informed her, and she frowned, not knowing who their boss was. If she had known, she would have willingly gone with them because she wanted an opportunity to meet him.
"To hell with your boss and to hell with you," she growled at them and struck their groins with her knees. She fought with them as if she were a well-trained ninja.
After knocking them down, she swept her hair away from her face. They both groaned in pain, lying on the floor.
"I warned you both," she evilly smiled at them, straightening her dress and long black hair. She marched away with an attitude after glancing at them for the last time.
Andrew entered the secret room, and his eyes widened in shock as he found his men lying on the floor, beaten up.
"Who did this to both of you, and where is that girl?" he asked in anger.
They both glanced at each other in embarrassment, scared to admit to their boss that they had been beaten up by a girl. Their silence only fueled his anger.
"Are you both going to answer me, or do you want me to beat you both now?" he bellowed at them in fury.
"T-T-That girl beat us, boss," one of the men stuttered in fear.
"What! That girl beat both of you?" He asked in shock and disbelief.
"So I was right; that girl is a spy. A normal girl can't fight with my well-trained men like this," he murmured to himself, warily musing against the wall.
âDaisy, do you know what your mistake is?â He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because Iâm not allowed to speak. âThat you said âyesâ to marrying me.â He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. âTherefore, Iâll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.â He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. âStay still if you donât want me to make your night worse,â he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. âHappy anniversary, my fuck toy.â He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** âFine. Iâm leaving and never show you my face.â He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. âBecause I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and Iâm ready to take any path which leads me to you both.â
He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * âStand up and bend over the bench.â I comply with his orders. âAre you yearning for me, Wifey?â âYes. I want to feel you deep inside me.â âBut do you deserve it?â He taps his hardness on my wetness. âJust f**k me, Steve.â âSeriously, you think Iâll listen to you after what you did today?â He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. âStay still if you donât want me to spank your little pussy this time. Understand?â âYes.â âGood.â He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. âYouâre my wife.â He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. âYou belong to meâ
Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** âPlease donât punish me. Iâll be on time next time. It is just that-â âIf next time you speak without my permission, Iâll shut you up with my shaft.â My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** âYou belong to me, Kitten.â He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. âI⊠beâŠlong.. to you, MasterâŠâ Iâm just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.
When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.
Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.
The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Eden McBride spent her whole life colouring within the lines. But when her fiancé dumps her one month before their wedding, Eden is done following the rules. A hot rebound is just what the doctor recommends for her broken heart. No, not really. But it's what Eden needs. Liam Anderson, the heir to the biggest logistics company in Rock Union, is the perfect rebound guy. Dubbed the Three Months Prince by the tabloids because he's never with the same girl longer than three months, Liam's had his fair share of one night stands and doesn't expect Eden to be anything more than a hookup. When he wakes up and finds her gone along with his favourite denim shirt, Liam is irritated, but oddly intrigued. No woman has ever left his bed willingly or stole from him. Eden has done both. He needs to find her and make her account. But in a city with more than five million people, finding one person is as impossible as winning the lottery, until fate brings them together again two years later. Eden is no longer the naive girl she was when she jumped into Liam's bed; she now has a secret to protect at all costs. Liam is determined to get everything Eden stole from him, and it's not just his shirt. © 2020-2021 Val Sims. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publishers.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Letâs get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the companyâs CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?