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 5
My fingers curled around the strap of my top, slowly sliding it off my shoulders.
The fabric glided down, brushing over every inch of my shoulders.
My heart pounded in anxiousness and fear of what he would think of my body.
No man had ever seen me naked before, and the disgusted looks Xavier sent my way during our subtle kisses, or when he had to touch me increased my unease of undressing before a man like him.
And the thought of it, made my stomach twist in fear.
The strap dangled loosely at my side, leaving the thin line of my pink bra exposed.
I reached for my other strap, my deep breathing filled the room, sounding louder than ever in the heavy silence..
His lazy gaze met mine, brimming with a certain kind of hunger.
He stared intensely at me, never straying away, watching every move and curve of my fingers.
I left the second strap to fall, my top falling off and hanging loosely on my waist now.
The cool air of the room filled me, my small perky breasts were left in the open having only my bra to shield it.
The delicate lace of the pink fabric framed the soft swells perfectly, and that's when I finally saw him twitch.
He ground his teeth, sucking in a deep breath at sight of me.
Gathering what confidence I could muster, my hands moved to my jeans, slowly unzipping them and sliding them down my legs, pooling at my feet.
I stepped out of it along with the top.
Standing in my best set of underwear-a matching pink bra and g-string-I could not be more happy that I had atleast worn it to visit Xavier.
My heart raced loudly in my chest, as I undid the hook of my bra, pulling off the straps.
It fell to the ground along with the other clothes, and my breasts bounced free at the motion, my pink nipples hardened under his gaze.
A low growl ripped from his throat, at the sight as he moved towards where I stood.
"You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen," his breathy voice came.
His hot breath fanned my neck, as soft lips trailed down my skin.
I twisted sideways giving him more space, while he inhaled my scent.
"And your scent...it is as beautiful as your body-I could drown in it, and it still wouldn't be enough."
He murmured.
His hands slid down my open legs, slipping in between my thighs.
His fingers rubbed slow upward circle towards the line off my g-string.
My mouth parted slightly.
A breathy gasp escaped me at the sensations which his touch sent through me.
"Your skin," he breathed, his eyes following the movement of his hands.
"It's as delicate as silk, yet supple, and very much intoxicating," he muttered, his body pressing into mine.
I noticed he was still fully clothed, although at some point he had dumped his suit jacket.
His thick fingers moved towards my core, trailing the center as if marking its axis.
I let out a sharp breath from the sensation of being touched there for the first time, then gasped loudly when his fingers slid of the line of my g-string.
It felt absolutely raw, and I shivered, my fingers darting out and clutching his shirt tightly.
He rubbed my clit in slow deliberate circles, smearing my wetness over my folds.
He gave it a light tug, which was accompanied by a sharp pinch that made me moan louder with heat pooling between my thighs.
"You are a bad girl, aren't you?
You like your pleasure with a hint of pain?" he growled darkly.
His voice sounded rich and velvety, enough to send a pool of wetness running down my thighs.
My legs trembled lightly, growing weak at the thought of what this man could do to my body.
His fingers left my clitoris, and this time, he dipped into my entrance, sinking just the tip inside.
I cried out softly at the intrusion, as his lips distracted me by leaving a layer of wet kisses down my neck, over my throat and towards my open breast.
Leaving thick marks on my skin.
He moved his fingers slightly, and I cried out at the feeling of him moving inside me.
He continued the journey of his mouth over my breast.
His lips wrapped around my breast, as he bit harshly on the swell of my boobs-hard enough to cause me pain.
My eyes squeezed shut, throwing my head back as a loud moan ripped out from me all the while still grinding on his fingers.
He soothed the pain by trailing wet kisses on the spot, then his lips latched on my nipples.
I arched back, pushing my breast into his mouth while moaning endlessly.
His fingers moved, sliding deeper into me, drawing a sharp cry from my throat.
He cursed when the elastic of the g-string kept obstructing his movements
"Fuck it," he growled, tearing it off me, almost like he could barely hold himself any longer.
Throwing it somewhere in the room, he lifted me in his arms easily.
My shaky limbs were grateful, clinging to him as he moved towards where the pole stood.
"It's time for your punishment baby girl."
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8.1
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.