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What's wrong with nurse Lana?!

What's wrong with nurse Lana?!

Trigger Warning: BDSM. EROTICA. Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ > "I know you want me... it's not a secret you can hide." His fingers traced my lips as I knelt in front of him. He pulled down his zipper, and his cock sprang free-large, hard, and heavy as it brushed against my mouth. I nibbled at the tip, desperate, needy, like a lost puppy, while his blue eyes locked onto my yearning gaze. "Now take it," he murmured. "Like the good girl you are." *********************************** Lana has always been the good girl-working hard, caring for her sick father, and staying far away from men. Especially her dangerously obsessed boss who never stopped chasing her. When he fires her on the very day her father needs life-saving surgery, Lana believes her world has ended. But fate has other plans. A private nurse position she applied for weeks ago finally calls her in-and everything changes. Her new employers? Killian Rhys, the heir to a powerful empire who may not be as crippled as he claims. Finn, his dangerously charming best friend. And Tristan, the cold, terrifying uncle who holds the real power. All three want her. All three are willing to pay any price to own her. To save her father, Lana has one choice: play their game. But she isn't just after money anymore. If they want crazy... she'll give them crazy. Because Lana doesn't just want their attention. She wants their empire. And she's willing to get on her knees to take it.
Falling For My Cold Billionaire Captor

Falling For My Cold Billionaire Captor

Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt. Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake. After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust. Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders. Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her? But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet. "Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever." He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
Sleeping With My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

Sleeping With My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

At my rehearsal dinner, my fiancé Coleman abandoned me to rush to the hospital. His "savior" and first love, Elia, had been in a minor car accident. When I followed him there, I saw him holding her hands with an agonizing tenderness he had never shown me in our three years together. Through the gap in the blinds, Elia locked eyes with me and gave a deliberate smirk. When I tried to leave, I was assaulted by his family's security guards and thrown into a freezing police precinct. Coleman refused to bail me out, claiming he couldn't leave Elia's side. Instead, his ruthless billionaire uncle, Axel Arnold, dragged me out, only for me to be drugged by his associate and wake up in Axel's bed with a ruined dress and bruised skin. Before I could even process the shame, Coleman publicly announced the postponement of our wedding, turning me into the city's ultimate laughingstock. For years, I had endured the biting cold of an Aspen avalanche to save his life, only for Elia to steal the credit and my fiancé. They thought I was just a grateful, adopted orphan they could bleed dry to secure the Cooper family's wealth. But I was done being their punching bag. I marched straight to his penthouse, threw the three-carat diamond ring right at his chest, and left the city. Six months later, his mother called, threatening to bankrupt my family if I didn't return to their estate by dinner. I gripped my phone, a cold fire igniting in my eyes. "Book us the next red-eye flight to New York." This time, I was going back to burn their world to the ground.
Married To My Ruthless Childhood Sweetheart

Married To My Ruthless Childhood Sweetheart

I was forced back to the wealthy Davenport estate after five years of exile, just to be a prop at my stepsister's wedding. But my nightmare truly began when my childhood sweetheart, Finnegan, now an NHL superstar, trapped me in a PR marriage contract to save his team's image. My father threatened my best friend's life to force me to sign, and when I tried to run away, Finnegan dragged me back. He kissed me fiercely in front of the flashing cameras, claiming I was the only woman he ever wanted. But the moment we were in private, his fake girlfriend Carmela showed him self-inflicted scratches on her arm. "Look at her! She's a violent lunatic!" Without hesitation, Finnegan chose to believe her over me. Right in front of my eyes, he handed Carmela his family's antique sapphire necklace-the heirloom meant only for his legal wife. The next morning, my own father cornered me in the bathroom, jabbing his heavy cane into my shoulder and bruising my chin. "I want you to wag your tail like an obedient dog and lock Finnegan's heart down!" I couldn't understand why Finnegan locked me in this hell if he loved someone else, or why my family wanted to destroy me so badly. Just as my father unlocked the door, Finnegan was standing right there in the hallway, his eyes locking onto my bruised face and tears. I wiped my face and looked back at them coldly. Since they forced me to sit at their table, I would make sure they all choked on their own game.