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Wet Nights
Mafia On the night of her sister's funeral, Shemika accidentally killed her brother-in-law during a drug-fueled BDSM session.
She fled but got hit by Bishop, a smooth-talking ex-convict and the manager of the exclusive nightclub, Wet Nights.
He carried her to the club's hidden hospital for treatment.
To dodge arrest, Shemika beg for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signed a blood-ink contract, becoming property of Wet Nights.
She was then taken to the 14-story performers' dorm, the Crimson House, which was managed by the predatory house-manager known as Sinner-he fucks every newbiew in the house as part of their onboarding session.
On her first night, Shemika was bullied to parade naked through all 14 floors, but the funny bisexual Jax stepped in and helped her.
Soon, she teamed up with Synn, the ice-top performer, and Lexi, who was seeking her missing sister.
However, some doors in Wet Nights remain locked for a reason...
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN!!! The Billionaire's Savage Daughter: A Return For Vengeance
Billionaires WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN!!!
The room spun around me, but all I could focus on was him, the heat of his touch, the hunger in his gaze, that was all my satisfaction.
Lycandar pressed me down on the bed, but my head was still tilted up, and his mouth slowly and roughly went in-between my legs.
The first powerful rough contact of his tongue made my body tense in anticipation and eagerness, his delicious mouth wrapped around my clit and I fell back on the bed, unable to even hold my body up anymore.
When he swirled his tongue over my entrance ridge, my hand flew to his hair and I pulled him to look at me.
"Good job, daddy." I praised and he just smirked and said,
"Don't be quick to run into a conclusion, I'm just beginning, sweetie..." and he slowly traced his way back to my pussy.
He bent down again and began to devour me, eating me whole and his slutty tongue swiping its way all over my wetness.
He shifted his jaw open more, using his hand to spread me open for his tongue and I felt his mouth sucking my exposed clit.
"Lycandar..." I muttered and began to shake under his onslaught, his deep chuckle vibrated my pussy and I bit my cheek to prevent a moan.
He began to lay kisses on my swollen clit before he began to suck on my juice, filling his mouth with all of me, my fingers gripping the bed sheets hard.
Whatever he was doing to me was like nothing I've ever felt before, my whole body was paying attention to the way he takes care of my pussy.
Something this good must be sin, it has got to be sin cause fuck... I'm feeling too good, too good.
He didn't stop, after sucking off my juice, he slid his tongue up and caught my sensitive clit again.
A low yelp escaped my mouth as I tried to pull his head away from my pussy but it didn't seem to have any effect on him.
Fuck. He's gonna knock me senseless if he continues this way, my whole part was still very much sensitive after cumming so hard and this man isn't giving me a breathing space, he was still latching on me like he was starved.
"Lycandar... Please... I... I need you to..." I moaned, still wanting more
"Just let me." He murmured against my rosy flesh before he raised my legs to place it on his shoulders. You might like
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.
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. You Called Me Barren, Mr. Sterile Don
Gong Zi On my birthday, my husband Dante asked for a divorce over a plate of cold lasagna.
He held my hand, tears in his eyes, and told me his mistress was pregnant.
"It’s a miracle, Elena," he wept. "God has finally given me a son."
He looked at me with pity, calling me "broken" because I hadn't given him an heir in eight years.
He moved his pregnant mistress into the penthouse I paid for, and his mother mocked me as a "dry vine" while cooking tonic soups for the new woman.
They didn't know the truth I had buried three years ago.
I remembered the day the doctor slid the file across the desk: *Azoospermia. Zero sperm count.*
Dante was the sterile one.
I had burned the results to protect his fragile ego as a Mafia Don. I took the blame. I drank his mother's vile herbal poisons every morning until I vomited, just to keep his secret.
Now, he was discarding me for a "miracle" that was biologically impossible.
I signed the divorce papers without a tear.
Then I bought the debt of his company, put on a blood-red dress, and walked into his heir's Christening.
I didn't come to object.
I came to plug a USB drive into the projector and show the entire underworld exactly whose "miracle" that baby really was. 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!" The Underboss's Wife, Now His Queen
Hydro Therapy I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria.
But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity.
A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love.
My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me.
Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego.
He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press.
He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan.
He had no idea she was a fraud.
He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her.
He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate.
At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her.
I didn't beg. I didn't cry.
I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play. 
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