LUCHI LUCHY
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DON'T TOY WITH ME: SEXIEST MAN OF THE YEAR
Mafia This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk!
"Ahhh...".
She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear.
"What..what..what was that?"
"A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other".
Antonio replied and pressed the button again.
Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly.
"Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it".
Her mouth moved convulsively.
"The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready".
He replied dry, watching her face closely.
"Please....".
"Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back".
He replied and increased the speed.
"Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please".
Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too.
"Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun".
He pressed the next button.
"Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop".
"If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in".
He smirked.
She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back.
"Let's take it to the next level,shall we?"
She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating.
"No..no..please..no..more...."
Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively.
I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears.
"Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up".
He breaks into her thoughts.
"I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!"
Her eyes rolled back...
Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote.
He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him.
"Fuck! I am hard".
He cursed under his breath.
Suddenly the door opened.
"Grandma?"
Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady.
*****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk!
"No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?"
Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively.
"Yes".
Her voice trembled.
Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces.
Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family!
The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation.
A toxic playboy with many sex scandals.
Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her.
He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed.
Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela...
One year Angela will have her simple life back.
But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment?
There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.
HER REVENGE, HIS RUIN: A scorned woman's wrath
Billionaires How do you destroy a man who's already destroyed you?
Eleanor was the perfect wife-loyal, selfless, and willing to sacrifice everything for her marriage. She gave up her dreams and career to be a traditional wife.
But for her husband,Charles Thompson, it was never enough.
He was a serial cheater. A narcissist. A man who shattered her spirit, cost her health, her womb, future of being a mother and the life of her beloved sister.
Then left her broken beyond repair.
But not anymore.
The Eleanor he knew is gone. Another Eleanor is reborn. She's tired of being the victim.
Now, she's the hunter.
Her mission? To bring Charles to his knees.
In this game of secrets, lies, and revenge, Eleanor is ready to take risks she never imagined. She'll break every rule, cross every line, and stop at nothing until justice is served.
He ruined her life. Now, it's her turn to ruin his.
This isn't just revenge. It's personal.
She's not here to forgive, and she's not here to forget.
Charles made the mistake of underestimating her. Now, he's about to learn about a woman's rage.
BILLIONAIRE'S MUTE NANNY
Romance She's a young widow who lost everything. Her husband, her daughter and her voice due to trauma and grief.
He's a billionaire idol and a single father to autistic genius twins.
Betrayed by love, he became a sadist and swore never to love again.
Hiring a mute nanny for his children was a terrible idea, especially one who reminds him of that certain woman he hates to death.
It's just a temporary trial, he told himself.
But one night changes everything.
When one of his twins has a violent meltdown, she freezes-haunted by memories of her own child she couldn't save.
As a sadist, he was supposed to be furious, irritated,even.
Instead, he silenced her panic with a desperate, impulsive kiss that shocks them both.
A mistake.
It has to be!
He must fire her. Send her away. But his twins have bonded with her.
And the real problem?
He doesn't want her to leave either.
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Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil
Gale Kaaya My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement.
To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia.
It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping.
But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished.
She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug.
She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago.
The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash.
Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name.
She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant.
I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead.
I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye.
"Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you."
Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth.
"Prove it," he growled.
I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip. My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret
Rabbit My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine.
Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family.
To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset.
They both thought I was a broken doll they could control.
I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice.
She sang it, and now her career is over.
Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground. Mistaken Identity: Loving The Wrong Twin Sister
Tabbie Platt I replaced my twin sister in a marriage contract to the ruthless Mafia Don, Donovan Blackwood.
For three years, I was a ghost in his home, silently enduring his coldness while he flaunted his mistress, Chloe.
On the very last day of our contract, Chloe staged an accident.
Donovan didn't hesitate.
He forced me to drain my blood to save her life.
Then, to prove his loyalty to her, he drove me to the cliffs and pushed me into the freezing ocean.
He even locked me in a cellar infested with spiders—my deepest phobia—because she lied and said I threatened her.
He thought he was punishing the spoiled, arrogant Isabella.
He didn't know he was breaking Ava, the woman who had silently memorized his allergies and waited up for him in the dark every single night.
When I finally took my fifty million dollars and vanished, I left behind nothing but the divorce papers and a photo revealing the truth.
He tore the city apart, destroying my family to find me, only to realize he had tortured the wrong woman.
Now, he is standing on my porch in the pouring rain, staring in horror at the simple wooden ring on my finger given to me by another man.
He falls to his knees, begging for a chance to love the wife he tried to destroy.
I look at him, feeling absolutely nothing.
"It's too late, Donovan," I say, locking the door. "You killed her." My Triplets' Daddy Is A Heartless Mafia
Itsme "It was just one night stand, and now I'm pregnant with triplets? Gosh!"
Josephine Jade never thought that she would have to run away from her own family while pregnant. She was alone, without money, without connections, with three fetuses in her stomach. How can she survive?
However, Josephine couldn't give up now, until she managed to reclaim her arbitrarily seized property and get back at everyone who tried to get rid of her.
A sick child, a past crush that comes back, a mysterious eccentric man, and a family that hates her, will weave together the journey of Josephine Jade's new life.
"You have no right to separate me from my children, you bastard! I will survive and you will submit to me. Just watch!" His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns
Zaccaria Linn On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table.
Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen.
"Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over."
I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward.
Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant.
She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest.
As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me.
He hugged her.
"It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you."
The betrayal didn't stop there.
When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police.
When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations.
He declined the call.
He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife.
That was the moment the chain broke.
As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come.
I opened the door and jumped into the dark.
Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement.
Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one. Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
Dorine Koestler I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved.
He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again.
"Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports.
For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian.
In return, he treated me like furniture.
He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste.
I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home.
So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco.
I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage.
But I underestimated Dante.
When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat.
He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away. His Discarded Gem: Shining In The Ruthless Don's Arms
Temple Madison For four years, I traced the bullet scar on Chace’s chest, believing it was proof he would bleed to keep me safe.
On our anniversary, he told me to wear white because "tonight changes everything." I walked into the gala thinking I was getting a ring.
Instead, I stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, drowning in silk, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto another woman's finger.
Karyn Warren. The daughter of a rival family.
When I begged him with my eyes to claim me, to save me from the public humiliation, he didn't flinch. He just leaned toward his Underboss, his voice amplified by the silence.
"Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets."
My heart didn't just break; it incinerated. He expected me to stay as his mistress, threatening to dig up my dead mother’s grave if I refused to play the obedient pet.
He thought I was trapped. He thought I had nowhere to go because of my father’s massive gambling debts.
He was wrong.
With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and texted the one name I was never supposed to use.
Keith Mosley. The Don. The monster under Chace's bed.
*I am invoking the Blood Oath. My father’s debt. I am ready to pay it.*
His reply came three seconds later, buzzing against my palm like a warning.
*The price is marriage. You belong to me. Yes or No?*
I looked up at Chace, who was laughing with his new fiancée, thinking he owned me.
I looked down and typed three letters.
*Yes.* Love's Cruel Contract, His Endless Regret
Xi Jin My husband was going to kill me. Not with a bullet, but with a text message I was never meant to see.
It popped up on the family iPad: "Last night was insane. Can't stop thinking about that hotel room. You owe me round two... ASAP." My first thought was our sixteen-year-old son, Marco. But an anonymous online forum quickly pointed out the holes in my theory—the expensive hotel, the transactional tone, and an eggplant emoji, a code for performance enhancers used by men my husband's age.
The truth hit me when I found a condom in his laundry—the same brand I’d found in our son’s room months ago. It was never Marco. It was my husband of twenty years, Lorenzo.
The betrayal deepened when I overheard him talking to our son. They laughed about my "episodes" and mocked me for being boring. Marco even told his father, "You should just leave her and be with Katia." Katia—his history tutor.
Their conspiracy, hatched within the walls of my own home, destroyed the last of my love for them.
Now, I've gathered my proof, and his biggest career achievement—the Innovator of the Year award gala—is next week. It's the perfect stage. He thinks I'll be the supportive wife on his arm, but he's wrong. I'm not just leaving him; I'm going to burn his world to the ground in front of everyone.