Breeding My Husband's Bride: Ruined On Our Wedding Night
On her wedding night, Liora Vale expected passion from her wealthy husband. Instead, she got rejection and humiliation.
When his dangerously seductive best friend, Kael Draven, corners her on the balcony and claims her virgin body with raw, unprotected fury, Liora discovers a pleasure she never knew existed.
Now addicted to Kael's brutal touch and filthy promises, the once-innocent bride becomes his secret slut, sneaking creampies in limos, riding him at galas, and begging to be bred while her husband sleeps nearby.
Kael won't stop until he destroys Silas and fills Liora's womb with his child.
She was supposed to be the perfect wife... now she's the shameless breeding whore who belongs only to him.
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Kael didn’t wait for permission.
In one fluid motion, he pinned Liora against the stone balcony railing, his massive body caging her completely. The cool marble pressed into her lower back as his tattooed hand wrapped around her throat, tilting her face up to his.
“Too late to run, little bride,” he growled, silver eyes blazing with raw hunger.
His mouth crashed down on hers in a brutal, claiming kiss. There was nothing polite or gentle about it. He devoured her, tongue dominating hers as his free hand shoved her sheer white lingerie aside. Thick fingers slid through her soaked folds, finding her dripping with arousal.
“Fuck,” he groaned against her lips. “You’re soaked. This neglected little cunt has been crying for me all night.”
Liora moaned helplessly as two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. Kael curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb circled her swollen clit with ruthless precision.
“Oh my God—Kael—” she gasped, hips jerking against his hand.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.” He pumped faster, adding a third finger, stretching her virgin pussy open. “Silas couldn’t make you drip like this if his life depended on it. This pussy already knows who it belongs to.”
The pressure built unbearably fast. Liora’s thighs shook, her nails digging into his shoulders as her first orgasm ripped through her like lightning. She came hard, crying out into his mouth, her walls clenching violently around his fingers. Hot slick gushed over his hand as she trembled and moaned.
Kael didn’t give her time to recover.
He spun her around, bending her over the railing. The city lights sparkled far below as he freed his massive cock. Thick, veined, and impossibly hard, it slapped against her ass.
“Beg me to ruin you,” he demanded, rubbing the fat head along her dripping slit.
“Please… Kael, please—”
With one savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Liora screamed as her virginity tore. The brutal stretch was painful and perfect all at once. Kael was huge, filling her completely, grinding against her cervix. He didn’t pause. He pulled back and slammed in again, fucking her hard and raw against the balcony railing.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he snarled, pounding into her. “This married pussy is mine now. Say it.”
“It’s yours—oh God, it’s yours!” she sobbed, pleasure quickly overtaking the pain.
Kael gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet sounds of his cock destroying her virgin cunt filled the night air.
He leaned over her, biting her shoulder as he growled filthy promises. “I’m going to fill this womb tonight. Knock you up on your wedding night while your husband snores ten feet away. You’re going to carry my baby, Liora. Not his.”
The dirty words sent her over the edge again. She came violently on his cock, milking him as stars exploded behind her eyes.
Kael roared and buried himself deep, flooding her with the first thick ropes of his cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper into her fertile womb.
But he wasn’t done.
He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Carrying her inside like a conquered prize, he laid her on the marital bed right beside her unconscious husband. Silas snored loudly, completely unaware.
Kael climbed on top of her, spreading her legs wide and sinking back into her cum-filled pussy in one smooth stroke.
“Look at him,” Kael whispered darkly as he began fucking her again, slower but just as deep. “Your husband is right here, and I’m breeding his wife on your wedding bed.”
Liora moaned shamelessly, legs wrapping around his waist as he claimed her. Each thrust was possessive, deliberate. He pinned her wrists above her head and stared into her eyes.
“Beg for my baby.”
“Please… breed me, Kael. Fill me with your cum. I want your child,” she whimpered, completely lost to the pleasure.
Kael fucked her through two more shattering orgasms, pumping load after load deep inside her. By the time the sky began to lighten with dawn, Liora was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Thick white seed leaked from her ruined pussy onto the expensive sheets.
Kael kissed her softly for the first time—almost tenderly—then whispered against her lips:
“You’re ruined for him now, baby. This body belongs to me. This womb belongs to me.”
Liora looked up at him with dazed, adoring eyes, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest.
She was completely, irreversibly ruined.
And she had never felt more alive.
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8.2
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.
9.3
Marissa was the perfect wife. She traded her high powered corporate ladder for home cooked meals and a designer sanctuary, all to support her husband, Ethan.
But when Ethan confesses to a four month affair not out of guilt, but because his mistress is extorting him for $300 million...Marissa's world turns to ash.Ethan's solution is as twisted as his heart.
"Cheat back. Get even. Stay married."Driven by a cocktail of rage and Revenge, Marissa decides to take him up on his offer. She heads into the night looking for a single moment of rebellion to wash away the scent of Ethan's lies.
She finds it in the arms of a cold, devastatingly masked handsome stranger who makes her forget everything.Broken and fueled by the betrayal, Marissa decides to take the ultimate risk. She slips into an exclusive, members only masquerade club...a place where names don't exist and only desires matter.
Behind a lace mask, she meets him....a man who smells of expensive bourbon and cold command.He is the first person in years to see the fire in her, not just the wife she became.They share a night of scorched....earth passion that leaves Marissa breathless and "even." She leaves before the sun rises, intending for the stranger to remain a ghost of her revenge.
But some ghosts have a name.When the masks come off and the corporate world demands her return, Marissa comes face to face with the man from the club. He isn't just anyone. He is Xavier Sterling....the ruthless billionaire CEO she once worked for, and the man Ethan calls his "best friend."Xavier knows her scent. He knows her touch. And most dangerously, he knows exactly what Ethan did to her.
Now, Marissa has to navigate a world where her husband wants her to stay, the mistress wants her dead, and the CEO wants to own the one woman he was never supposed to touch.
Now, Marissa is caught in a lethal triangle. Xavier wants to own her, Ethan wants to keep her to save his reputation, and the $300 million debt is threatening to drown them all. In a world of billionaire power plays, Marissa is about to learn that revenge is a dish best served... in the CEO's bed.
8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul.
When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.
8.9
Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents.
When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell.
Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared.
He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away.
Debora thought she was finally safe.
But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred.
He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner.
He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair.
He didn't know she was just a scapegoat.
To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit—the man who actually drove the car and framed her.
He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress.
They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her.
"Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!"
Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her?
Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open.
Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.
9.1
What would a woman do if one day she is waiting for her husband to tell him the news of her pregnancy but he comes home with another woman who is pregnant with his child?
........
Ariadne had a perfect life until her mother died in a car accident and her father remarried, bringing a stepmother and stepsister into her life. Once adored by all, Ariadne became an eyesore to everyone, including her father. Her stepmother and stepsister took everything from her.
However, she lost it when their eyes fell on Xander, the sole heir of the richest family in the country and her childhood love. When rumors of Crystal, her step sister and Xander's dating spread, Ariadne used her everything to force Xander into marrying her.
Despite pouring her heart and soul into the marriage Ariadne failed to make Xander reciprocate her feelings. Their loveless marriage came to an end when Crystal returned in their lives.
With a broken heart, Ariadne left the city with a secret and rebuild her life.
Five years later, she returned as a successful interior designer to design her ex-husband's new mansion. But this time, what she saw in Xander's eyes for herself was not hatred. It was something else.
She came face to face with the same people who had wronged her in the past. They still held resentment towards her. But this time Ariadne vowed to strike back at her bullies.
Many secrets were revealed in the process that made Xander regret his past actions. He determined to win Ariadne back.
BUT Will Ariadne be able to forget their past and get back together with Xander or She will choose someone else?
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."