A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
A DARK EROTIC BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE.
"The night I caught my fiancé in bed with my sister was the night I stopped being the good girl."
After seventeen years of blind loyalty, Leah Harnes walks in on her fiance tangled in sheets with her own sister.
Heartbroken, humiliated and desperate to forget, Leah does the unthinkable when she spends a reckless night with a hot stranger.
But then, her world shatters again when she discovers the man from that night is 'Ethan Blackwood,' her ruthless and dangerously powerful boss.
Ethan offers her a cruel contract; Her body in exchange for his power.
Except, a man like Ethan doesn't do soft.
No romance. No love-play.
All he knows is control, pleasure and pain.
She swears to hate him.
He swears to own her.
Between her scheming step-mother, her vengeful ex and Ethan's dark obsession, Leah is caught in a web of lies, desire and revenge.
But when love ignites between them, and enemies strike from all sides, Leah must decide to destroy Ethan to save herself or lose everything to the man who already ruined her once.
A man like Ethan, who despised being touched, but now, he craves the touch of only one woman.
And he was never going to let her go. Not in this lifetime, or any to come.
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He stepped close to me, his hands brushing over my throat lightly.
"It seems I have to set some rules for how I do my things.
I don't do soft," he said.
His tone sounded low and dark.
"No romance.
No love-play.
I fuck, and I do that hard and fast.
But don't worry, I'll make sure you are wet enough,
and you experience your fair share of pleasures.
But everything goes my way.
I might not be a very good giver, but I know how to bring women to climax perfectly," His deep voice said.
His words rattled me completely.
My heart fluttered rapidly as my breathing deepened.
What kind of man was he? I wondered.
"Have you ever done hardcore before? If not, this is your chance to back out now."
His head tilted towards the door. "You can leave if you cannot handle it.
That would be a wise option for you," he said pointing at the door, while he waited for my reply.
The silence stretched between us.
My heart pounded so fast in my chest, I could almost swear he could hear it.
My mind told me to run from this man.
He looked dangerous, and he'll suck me into whatever hell he crawled out of.
But my foot remained rooted, as I made up my mind.
"I'd like to stay," I whispered shyly.
"Good," he said, as his smirk deepened.
"This is my play room baby girl, and when we are in here, everything happens by my rules," he continued, his voice echoing around the large room.
~*~ ONE NIGHT OF REVENGE TURNED INTO A LIFETIME OF OBSESSION ~*~
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Chapter 4
"What about the drink? I haven't paid yet," I said as he led me away from the bar, with my hands clasped tightly in his.
"Don't worry baby girl, it has been taken care of," he said, without even glancing back.
We walked across the dance stage.
I turned to find Tracy in a full-blown make out session with the blonde man, as she ground on his lap.
As if she felt my stare on her, she turned to face me. Her drunk face in a questioning look.
I threw a flirty wink at her to ease her worry and she smirked at me, going back to tangling her lips with the man's again.
We slipped through some kind of back door, into a hall of many rooms.
"You must really come here all the time," I said, wanting to ease off the awkward tension.
My head was already fuzzy from the alcohol and heat.
I inwardly cursed when I remembered Tracy said this club just opened.
"I own this place," he replied casually.
My eyes widened. Holy shit, I thought. I must have really landed a big fish.
That absolutely explained the barman's expression earlier, and also why he had a back room here, I thought anxiously.
He stood in front of a red door, pulled some kind of key from his pocket and twisted the lock.
He paused, as if sensing my anxiousness and turned to look at me.
"Relax baby girl," he said. One word-and that was more than enough to make my heart spike up.
This time, definitely not from anxiousness but from curiosity of what more sensations this beautiful man can ignite in me.
His beautiful voice was enough to send puddles in my g-string pant, along with the ease with which he called me that pet name.
Everything in me, bridged the edge of my curiosity, leaving me wanting to know more about him.
But then, I had to remind myself again, that it's just a one night stand and nothing more.
The door swung open, and my lips parted into a loud gasp.
A massive bed dominated the center, covered by deep red sheets almost the color of blood.
Big oversized pillows were lined at the sides. The thought of being spread on that bed like a meal, sent an unsettling thrill through me.
"What's this place?" I asked, still reeling in shock as I took in the scene before me.
Heat crawled in my skin when I took in an iron-looking post that stood at the corner with leather cuffs on each end.
Before I could tear my eyes away from them, something caught my attention, leather flogger. Hanging neatly on some kind of hook on the wall-many of them with different colors-looking hard enough to inflict pain, and soft enough to bring pleasure.
My teeth sunk into the soft texture of my lips, only to choke as my eyes landed on an open cupboard where different sizes of dildos were displayed, some so large.
I looked away for a second, my cheeks flaming red in embarrassment, when I thought of where they'll go.
"Are you scared baby girl?" His husky voice whispered in my ears from besides me.
His hot breath fanned my face, making me jump on my toes unintentionally.
I turned to face him, staring into those deep pools of green hues-as if trying to penetrate deep into my soul.
He looked at me, like he expected to find that I have chickened out, but unfortunately, I have already made up my mind a long time ago.
"Not at all sir," I replied timidly, watching the way his lips tipped up slightly.
"Good girl," he praised.
And damn if that did not make me clench my thighs together again to get some friction.
His dark eyes took my form in. They lingered on my face, then dipping to the small cleavage that I left on display as his eyes flared.
"Strip!" He commanded.
My breath caught as I stared at him with wide eyes. "Huh?" I asked, somewhat confused and shy.
His lips tugged at my answer, as his gaze darkened.
"Wrong answer baby girl, now you have to get punished," he growled darkly.
A nervous sound slipped out of me as his words sounded funny to my ears. I let out an embarrassing snort, only to pause when I took in the seriousness in his face.
I stammered on words, not knowing the right way to ask my question. I did not want to seem inexperienced for some reason, even though I was. "I thought we were going to kiss and..." the words trailed off my lips as he cut me off.
He stepped close to me, his hands brushing over my throat lightly. "It seems I have to set some rules for how I do my things. I don't do soft," he said. His tone sounded low and dark.
"No romance. No love-play. I fuck, and I do that hard and fast.
But don't worry, I'll make sure you are wet enough,
and you experience your fair share of pleasures.
But everything goes my way.
I might not be a very good giver, but I know how to bring women to climax perfectly," His deep voice said.
His words rattled me completely. My heart fluttered rapidly as my breathing deepened.
What kind of man was he? I wondered.
"Have you ever done hardcore before? If not, this is your chance to back out now."
His head tilted towards the door. "You can leave if you cannot handle it. That would be a wise option for you," he said pointing at the door, while he waited for my reply.
The silence stretched between us. My heart pounded so fast in my chest, I could almost swear he could hear it. My mind told me to run from this man. He looked dangerous, and he'll suck me into whatever hell he crawled out of. But my foot remained rooted, as I made up my mind.
"I'd like to stay," I whispered shyly.
"Good," he said, as his smirk deepened.
"This is my play room baby girl, and when we are in here, everything happens by my rules," he continued, his voice echoing around the large room.
"Rule number one : When I ask something of you-you are expected to reply with the term 'yes sir' or your safe word only.
Failure to do so would attract punishment. Do you get what I am saying?" He growled, but not from anger.
No, none of that. I could see desire pooling at the depth of his eyes clearly.
His voice held me captive with his mesmeric eyes, making me feel hypnotized to play by his game.
"Do you understand me, baby girl?" He asked again, his voice dripping with something dark and promising, and it felt like the room had dropped degrees colder.
"Yes sir," I answered softly.
"Now strip off those clothes, before I tear them off you. While I savor every treacherous second an inch of your beautiful skin is revealed to me.
But, I'm not a patient man, baby girl."
"Yes, sir."
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Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
7.9
The crystal chandeliers of the Plaza Hotel screamed money, framing the wedding of Chelsea Grimes and Julian Davidson as the ultimate corporate merger. But as the officiant prepared to unite two of the city's most powerful dynasties, the heavy double doors didn't just open-they exploded inward.
Gideon Combs stood in the wreckage, a man in a frayed trench coat and grime-caked boots, looking like a stain on a pristine canvas. He wasn't there to object; he was there to enforce a "Legacy Pact," coldly informing the bride that her debt to a dead man hadn't been fulfilled and she didn't get to walk away.
In seconds, the ballroom turned into a butchery as Gideon dismantled elite bodyguards with nothing but a broken wine bottle, eventually sending the groom flying into a tower of shattering champagne glass. When the military arrived, the room expected a firing squad, but instead, a four-star General snapped a sharp salute to the "vagrant," calling him a national asset. My family, the Singletons, saw this as a threat rather than a salvation; when I chose to stand by Gideon, my own grandmother stripped me of my keys, my cards, and my inheritance, casting me out into the pouring rain.
I couldn't wrap my head around why the world's most powerful men trembled at the mention of Gideon's mentor, or what secret was etched into the black iron ring on his finger. I had traded my billionaire lifestyle for a man who looked like a drifter but fought like a god, and I had no idea if he was my protector or my ultimate ruin.
As we stood on the sidewalk with nothing but twelve dollars and the clothes on our backs, Gideon's phone buzzed with a half-million-dollar bounty already active on the dark web. He didn't flinch; he just looked at the shadows closing in and whispered.
"Game on."
7.1
I was living as a ghost in a run-down trailer park, trying to outrun a past that would kill me if it ever caught up. Then the storm hit, and a dying monster collapsed through my door, bringing the smell of copper and the promise of a very different kind of death.
I tried to defend myself with a cheap butcher knife, but Darius didn't just disarm me—he acquired me. Before the rain even stopped, I was drugged and whisked away on a private jet, waking up in a luxury penthouse that was nothing more than a high-tech cage overlooking the city skyline.
He didn't just want my silence; he wanted total control. When I begged to check on my sick grandmother, he threw a manila envelope on the table filled with surveillance photos of her at her nursing home.
"I own the board of that facility," he said, his voice cold as ice. "One call from me, and she dies alone on the street."
He vetted my life in that trailer park down to my medical records and childhood diaries, convinced he had every lever of power needed to keep me obedient. He forced me into silk dresses and expected me to be his domestic pet, a quiet girl waiting for him to return from his world of shadows and blood.
I played the part, letting him pull me into his lap and bury his face in my neck, pretending to be the broken girl he thought he’d bought. I watched his security cameras, calculated his blind spots, and waited for the moment his exhaustion outweighed his instinct.
Darius thinks he knows me because he saw where I lived, but he’s never been more wrong. His investigators found the pauper, but they completely missed the princess with an Ivy League degree and a family name that carries more weight than his illegal empire.
He thinks he’s the one holding the leash, but he has no idea who he’s actually brought into his home. The game has just begun, and this time, the "asset" is going to be the one who burns the house down.
7.6
The marriage between Joslyn and Kade was a union of two prominent families in the city, but it also hid her deep, unrequited love.
Five years ago, she believed that Kade had lost his sexual function due to a car accident while saving her, so she willingly accepted a platonic marriage. She even continuously invested the profits of the her family into the his family to ease her guilt.
It wasn't until a chance encounter that she discovered Kade's affair with his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett, that she realized the so-called "secret illness" was all a lie. Kade had not only fully recovered but had been spiking her drinks with sleeping pills for a long time. Moreover, due to a misunderstanding from when she returned from being taken away by her uncle-mistakenly deemed as being from a "place of ill repute"-he considered her "dirty" and deliberately kept his distance.
More cruelly, the car accident back then was not to save her but because Kade was on his way to pick up Scarlett at the airport.
The series of betrayals and schemes finally awakened Joslyn.
Under constant threat from Kade and Scarlett, she faced numerous dangers-from being pushed in front of a knife, undergoing skin grafts, to nearly falling off a cliff due to tampered brakes. Ultimately, she decided to sever ties with the past and, with her uncle's assistance, went abroad.
Overseas, Joslyn found her true self, pursued a PhD in finance, and took over her family business. Unexpectedly, she encountered Kade again while dealing with gangsters.
Kade, now truly remorseful, did everything to protect her from the gang, even sacrificing the his family's interests, yet it couldn't undo the past wounds.
Meanwhile, Kade's half-brother, Nicolas, allied with Scarlett to disrupt the family inheritance. In the end, both Nicolas and Kade perished in an explosion.
Years later, Joslyn became a CEO. She let go of past love and hatred, established a foundation to support African communities in accordance with Kade's last wish, and shifted her life's focus to greater love and responsibility, embarking on a new chapter truly her own.
8.2
She married him for safety.
He married her for strategy.
Neither expected obsession.
Valeria Torres is a woman with no past-because she buried it. But when her fake identity lands her in the arms of Dante Morello, billionaire mafia heir and the man everyone fears, the game changes.
He offers her a deal: a two-year marriage to clean up his image and silence his enemies.
She agrees-until the ghosts she ran from kidnap her daughter and force her back into the life she burned to escape.
Now, she has to outwit killers, deceive her husband, and survive the one thing she never planned for-falling for him.
7.6
Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.