CEO's Getaway Love
After a one night stand with the woman whose house Jason broke into, his life has never been the same. Like a siren's call, he can't get the nymphomaniac woman off his mind. Weeks later, while getting intel for the crew's next heist, Jason lays eyes upon the woman and follows her into a secret strip club. She appears to lead a double life. One where she's the CEO of a multimillion company and her father's golden child. The other side of her life is that she owns a strip club and is extremely erotic. Can Jason learn to live with her as she is? Will he put his pride aside to be with the woman? ... especially when his crew is hired to kidnap a woman who turns out to be the love of his life.
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Chapter 3
"Hey!" I shouted and quickly turned around to leave the room. I tried to push it open, but it was locked, or they barricaded the door to keep me in. JB had snatched my gun away from me.
I gulped and turned around to look at the woman.
"So, you're the chosen guy?" The woman asked, and her voice made me want to walk closer to her. She offered me a seductive smile, and it felt like I was mesmerised by her beauty. My heart beat rapidly as she moved the silk sheet and revealed her legs.
"Hi..." I stated, but my voice came out like more of a squeak. How embarrassing.
The woman moved her legs to the edge of the bed ever so gracefully and stood up. Her naked body seemed to glow in the soft light of the main bedroom. My eyes couldn't help but travel down her body. Her skin was a lovely bronzed white, and her stomach was toned. She had a sexy tattoo of a vine on her hip that made her appear even more attractive.
I could see her bikini's tan lines, which made my dick twitch in response. Settled in between her legs was a neatly trimmed bush of brown hair. The woman lifted her arm and tucked her hair behind her right ear, making my eyes focus on her face. Her deep brown eyes captivated mine as she stared at me. Her eyes seemed to pull me closer like I was being called by a siren, and I felt myself take a step forward.
"You don't have to do this." I managed to say. My mind was scrambling for the reasoning behind her deal. "If you think it's to ensure we don't hurt you... I promise we won't." I added and watched her lips curl into a smirk.
"Can't you just accept that I want to be fucked? I'm alone and extremely horny." The woman replied and started walking closer to me.
"You don't even know me." I tried to protest, and she stopped just a few inches in front of me. Her head was tilted up, and she stood level with my chin.
"Just think of it like a one night stand. Two strangers... wanting to explore the other's body...." The woman softly replied and ran her fingers over my dick. She then went onto her tippy toes and took my ear lobe into her warm, moist mouth.
"I'm not the type of man to push you away," I said as my dick grew even harder from her touch. She moved her lips to my neck and softly nibbled onto my skin.
"I need your verbal approval. Are you sure?" I questioned and used my thumb to tilt her chin up so that she could look at me. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as her lips curved into a smile.
"Yes. Now shut up and kiss me." The woman ordered, and I didn't wait for a second longer. I crashed my mouth down onto hers, and she instantly parted her lips to deepen the kiss. She tasted of soft mint and felt amazing as I pulled her body against mine.
My hands travelled across her back and up to hold onto her neck. Her skin felt soft and smooth against my rough hands. Somehow her hands found their way underneath my shirt and caressed my faint 4 pack. I didn't have the best body. I was not toned or well defined... but I tried to stay healthy.
The woman then hooked her hand into the waistline of my jeans and pulled away from me.
"Follow me, handsome," She flirtatiously stated and pulled me more towards the bed. "Undress." She commanded and spun around. I pulled my shirt over my head as she bent down and opened the drawer next to the bed. A tattoo on her ass cheek caught my attention, 'Yes, sir.' I read it and felt myself smirk as I undid the button of my jeans.
She looked back at me as I shoved my jeans down my legs and kicked them aside. The woman grabbed onto my erect dick and tossed a condom onto the bed. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. Her tongue found its way into my mouth as her hand moved into my underwear.
Her tongue flicked, twirled and fucked my mouth. At the same time, her hand curled around my shaft and slowly moved up and down. She knew exactly how to make a man crazy and worked her seductive magic on me.
"Fuck, you really know how to turn me on." I groaned against her mouth and squeezed her ass.
"Your dick feels so sexy in my hand." The woman replied and dropped down onto her knees. She placed a kiss on my tip, then shoved my underwear down and pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed. I watched as she licked the shaft of my dick and then took me into her mouth.
Her hand worked on the base of my dick while her mouth sucked the top. My hand gripped her hair as my moans, and heavy breathing filled the room. She moved her hand and shoved my dick deeper into her mouth to such that I could feel her gag reflexes squeeze my dick. When she pulled away, the woman giggled and wiped her mouth.
"What the fuck?" I mumbled and pulled her closer to me. I took her firm nipple into my mouth and sucked while my hand shoved her knee onto the edge of the bed to allow me access to her sweet pussy.
I shoved my finger inside of her, and she gasped. I rubbed her clit with my thumb while I kept a finger inside of her and fucked her with my hand. She moaned and pulled at my hair, but I kept my mouth on her breast. I inserted two fingers inside her and quickened the pace.
"Oh my gosh." The woman heavily breathed as I felt her body slightly tremble. Her soft mutters floated towards my ears as I felt her vagina walls clench against my fingers as she orgasmed.
"Please, fuck me." The woman begged. I pulled away from her and stood up. Her soft lips found their way to mine as I gave her a gentle kiss. I then spun her around, and she climbed onto the bed. Her sexy ass was bent up as I climbed onto the bed behind her. I was on my knees as I grabbed the condom and quickly tore it open. I bent down and licked her dark pink asshole, making her gasp.
Once the condom was on, I smacked her ass and listened to her soft sexy whimpers.
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9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
8.8
Elizbeth married the wealthy heir Carlton Wilkinson to save her grandfather's life's work.
But on their wedding night, instead of a loving husband, she faced a cold tyrant. He forced her to sign a brutal prenup, stripped her of all family rights, and banished her to a dingy guest room.
He was convinced she was just a pathetic, gold-digging liar.
When a catastrophic pain attack drove Carlton to smash his own head against the wall, Elizbeth rushed in to save him using her specialized acupuncture. She risked her life to calm his spasming nerves.
But the moment he woke up, he nearly choked her to death. He threw her against the wall, bleeding and bruised, accusing her of using cheap parlor tricks to poison him.
The next morning, his greedy relatives openly mocked her cheap clothes, waiting like vultures for Carlton to drop dead so they could steal his fortune.
Elizbeth was humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered a classified secret.
Carlton was a former Delta Force operator slowly going mad from an undetectable weaponized biotoxin. The poison made him paranoid and violent. He would rather die in agony than accept help from a woman he despised.
Begged by his desperate grandfather, Elizbeth knew she had to cure him in the shadows.
At 1:00 AM, she slipped a heavy, odorless sedative into his water and sneaked into his pitch-black bedroom to begin the detox.
But as her silver needle hovered over his skin, a massive hand shot out and pinned her violently to the mattress.
"How much did they pay you to poison me?" he hissed in the dark, his eyes wide awake and blazing with murderous fury.
9.2
Arla was supposed to marry Clinton Freeman, the perfect fiancé who had promised to love her and protect her five-year-old son.
But instead, the cold steel of a dagger pierced her chest.
As she collapsed onto the freezing basement floor, she watched her adoptive sister Blair laugh.
"Look at her," Blair sneered, kicking her son's small, blue, lifeless body.
Clinton stood there, calmly wiping the bloody blade on a pristine handkerchief.
In her dying moments, the horrifying truth became clear. Her fiancé and her adoptive family had been plotting all along to steal her massive trust fund.
To break her, they had secretly tortured her child. Clinton had watched Blair pierce the little boy's arms with sewing needles, rewarding him with candy to keep him silent.
Arla's lungs burned with the taste of copper and ash.
She couldn't understand why the family she trusted could be so monstrous, or why they had to brutally murder an innocent child just for money.
The darkness swallowed her whole, drowning her in suffocating hatred and absolute despair.
Then, she gasped for air.
The concrete floor was gone, replaced by the silk sheets of a hotel penthouse suite.
Arla had been reborn to the exact night six years ago—the very day Blair first dragged her son into the dark attic.
This time, she picked up a solid silver letter opener, ready to burn them all to the ground.
9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.