CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

* **One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.** Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part. But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works. When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart. Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender. He wants her to fight back. **"Use me,"** he says. In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.

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Idris devoured her mouth like a condemned man tasting freedom-lips bruising fierce, tongue thrusting dominant to map every velvet inch, sucking her moans as sustenance. Celine arched desperate, virgin nerves exploding fireworks; five months repressing Jamal's pathetic nub made this explosion. Her nails gouged his scalp, yanking closer, hips grinding air needy.He ripped back gasping, eyes black lust. "Fuck, woman-you're dynamite." Hands ravaged: crop remnants shredded, bra snapped free-full D-cups spilled, nipples chocolate peaks begging. Palms kneaded rough, pinching rolls till she keened. "These tits-perfect for fucking.""Idris-please," she begged slurred, fumbling his fly. Virgin ache throbbed-empty, dripping.Dark chuckle vibrated. Shirt discarded: torso god-sculpted-pecs slabbed, eight-pack carved, V-line arrowing low, treasure trail begging follow. Pants dropped; his cock sprang-beast unleashed. Ten inches thick as wrist, veined angry, bulbous head purple-flaring, heavy balls swaying. Pre-cum wept slit; Celine gaped, pulse hammering. Monster-not pencil. Destroyer."Scared, virgin?" He stroked shaft lazy, smearing slick. "This fat cock's gonna split your tight little pussy wide-fill every inch."Fear thrilled; she spread thighs shameless. "Do it. Ruin me."Idris prowled predatory, jeans yanked her legs bare. Lace panties tented soaked; he ripped crotchless, inhaling feral. "Dripping cunt-smells like sex sin." Fingers parted puffy lips-virgin slit glistening nectar, clit throbbing pearl, hole fluttering tiny.Kneeling altar-like, breath torched inner thighs. "First, feast." Tongue lashed broad-base-to-tip lick dragging honey, circling clit suction. Celine screamed, hips bucking wild; untouched clit sparked supernova. "Holy-fuck! Don't stop!"He feasted rabid: lips vacuum clit, teeth grazing, tongue spearing hole shallow-fucking in-out. "Taste virgin pussy-so sweet, gushing for tongue. Bet you've fingered dreaming cock like mine." Two thick fingers breached-slow, stretching virgin ring, knuckles deep curling G-spot lash. Third joined scissoring; she sobbed, walls clenching vise."Look at you-three fingers splitting cherry hole, still begging more," he growled filthy, mouth returning clit assault, thumb grinding. "Cum-squirt my face, slut."Tsunami hit: orgasm wrecked-body convulsing violent, pussy spasming gush flooding hand/chin, scream shattering windows. Waves endless; he milked merciless, lapping clean till oversensitive tears.Panting wreckage, he reared-cock in fist, nudging folds. "Ready beast stretch?" Tip breached-head popping seal with burn, inching torturous. Virgin walls resisted, then yielded velvet grip. "Fuck-tightest cunt. Gripping like glove made for my dick."Halfway-pause, sweat beading, kissing whimpers. "Breathe, baby-gonna bottom out, fill completely." Hips snapped: final thrust buried balls-deep, cervix kissed blunt. Celine shrieked-pain ecstasy fusion, full beyond dreams. No gaps; massive girth stretched walls translucent, every vein pulsing inside."Feel that?" He ground deep circles. "Stuffed full-my huge cock owns this pussy now." Withdrawal slow drag-her cry loss-then slam rebuild. Rhythm built feral: hips pistoning jackhammer, balls slapping clit wet, bedframe demolition."Take it-fat dick wrecking virgin hole!" Dirty torrent. She clawed shoulders bloody, legs ankle-locked, meeting slams. "Yes-fill me! Harder!"Flip: doggy savage-ass high, cheeks spread, cock spearing deeper angle. Spanks rained-red handprints blooming. "Bounce back-milk this monster." She did, ass rippling, second orgasm coiling.Cowgirl chaos: straddling, impaling slow-watching disappear inch-by-inch stretch. "Ride-grind clit base." Tits bounced hypnotic; he sucked nipples bite, hands bruising hips guidance.Missionary finale: ankles shoulders folded, plowing primal-abdomen bulging cock outline. "Cum-squeeze cum from me!" Third climax detonated mutual-her walls vice-crush milking ropes hot seed painting womb.

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After three agonizing months, I finally found my fiancé, Barnett Spencer, at a gala at The Plaza. He had vanished without a trace, and I was on the verge of losing my mind. But when I saw him on stage, my blood turned to ice. He had a strange woman tucked into his arm, and a lawyer announced that a recent accident had erased the last six years of his memory-our entire relationship. In front of a sea of reporters, Barnett looked right through me with freezing hostility. "Miss, you have the wrong person." He then declared that the woman beside him, Joslyn, was not only the person who saved his life but also his new, legal wife. The news hit me like a physical blow, and the camera flashes swallowed me whole as reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking how it felt to be publicly dumped. The man I had loved for six years had turned me into a national joke, a delusional stranger trying to cling to his wealth. That night, as I was drowning my humiliation in a martini, his ruthless younger brother, Dixon, found me. He slid a marriage contract across the bar. "Marry me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want his shares. You want his pain. We both get what we want." Fueled by alcohol and a burning need for revenge, I grabbed his pen and signed my name. I was no longer the abandoned fiancée. I was about to become my ex's worst nightmare: his new sister-in-law.

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8.2

Hero Alpha and Dying Stepdaughter

8.2

After her wolf's sacrifice triggers a rebirth, a battle-scarred daughter chooses a different fate. In her first life, she bled in fighting pits to restore her father's honor, only to be cast aside. Now, her sister claims that path, leaving her to join her mother and the formidable Alpha Alaric. With her internal spirit decaying from past trauma, she seeks a quiet life over glory. She must navigate a new pack while hiding the terminal state of her soul.

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9.1

My Mafia Bridegroom Regretted After Refusing Wedding

9.1

As the secret Principessa of the Sicilian Shepherd Mafia, my identity remained hidden for my own safety. However, during our wedding, my arrogant fiancé humiliated me by allowing his bodyguard to feed my family token to a dog. He dismissed my background as insignificant and even threatened to destroy my kin. After one phone call, armored vehicles stormed the estate. As our Consigliere knelt before me, my fiancé realized I was the sole heir to Europe’s largest arms trade.

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9.8

My Wife's a Doctor and a Killer

9.8

Finn’s mother desperately needs a heart transplant, and his wife Wendy Lowell is the only surgeon capable of the task. However, Finn discovers Wendy in a compromising position with her assistant. Instead of showing remorse, Wendy retaliates against Finn’s confrontation by ordering his mother’s oxygen supply cut off. Driven to the brink by her cruelty and infidelity, Finn decides he will no longer play the victim. He begins a dangerous game of shadows to expose Wendy’s crimes and ensure she pays for her heartless betrayal.

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8.8

Rejected Shadow Luna

8.8

Ryker Voss branded Sara Harlan rogue and abandoned her to die, all because she was his fated mate. Alpha Kael Draven pulls her from the brink and claims her as his second chance—but he keeps her hidden in darkness and refuses to name their bond love. Then Alpha Snow truly sees her, and his touch stirs a dangerous power waking inside her, one that could bring packs to their knees. With enemies closing in and a traitor lurking within Silvermoon, Sara must decide: remain the broken Omega they made her, or become the vengeance no one saw coming.

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7.6

Replaced By A Mistress: The Wife's Revenge

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I went to the City Clerk's office to update my passport, desperate to feel alive again after losing my ability to draw. Instead, the clerk handed me a reality that killed me. "Mrs. Crosby," she whispered, her face drained of color. "You aren't married to Bennet. The divorce was finalized three years ago. On October 12th." The date hit me harder than a physical blow. October 12th was the day my right hand was crushed. The day Gianna Skinner, a woman obsessed with my husband, shattered twenty-seven bones in my drawing hand with a marble bust. Bennet, the most ruthless Don in New York, had promised me justice. He swore he locked Gianna in a dungeon to rot for hurting his "Angel." But the screen in front of me told a different story. He had married Gianna the very same day he divorced me. I drove to the Lake House where she was supposed to be suffering. I didn't find a prison; I found a modern glass palace. There they were, sitting on a swing set I had designed. Gianna wasn't rotting. She was laughing in his lap, wearing a silk robe. "She is so pathetic," Gianna purred, tracing his jaw. "Five years and she still thinks she is the Lady of the house." Bennet chuckled, the sound dark and terrifying. "She is broken, Gianna. A bird with no wings. She has no value to the Family anymore, except as a trophy on my shelf. She is my pet. You are my fire." My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Bennet. "Happy Anniversary, my Angel. Tonight, I give you the world." He wasn't giving me the world. He was building a cage out of lies. Through a bugged ring, I later heard his endgame: he planned to institutionalize me for "mental instability" so he could bring Gianna into the light. I didn't go home to cry. I went to my office and opened a secure browser on the dark web. *Subject: Protocol Erasure.* *Target: Harper Cline.* *Execution: Immediate.* Bennet thought he had broken his pet. He was about to realize he had just unleashed a lioness.

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