
Kidnapped To Vegas (A Spicy BadBoy Romance)
"I made you cum three times in one night and how did you repay me? You dumped our newborn on my doorstep and fled for four years.
Now that I've found you, Diana, there's no escaping me."
~~~DIANA~~~
My wedding happened just a few hours ago when I caught my husband in bed, smashing his boss to raise money for our honeymoon.
I got drunk, broke, and angry-then I got kidnapped.
I woke up in a stranger's house in Vegas.
Cairo Arsher's mansion.
He is rich, too handsome for my sanity and dangerously tempting.
But before I could call the cops on him, he took my hand, kissed it softly, and claimed I'm the woman he fell in love with four years ago-
the one who ran away and left him a newborn.
And now he's vowed to never let me go.
But the truth is... I'VE NEVER REALLY MET THIS MAN BEFORE.
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Chapter 6
"Cairo, this... this is so wrong. Please. We need to stop."
Before I can even finish my speech, his tongue starts licking the fabric of my panties and my heart detonates.
My hips shift back, terrified of what I'm starting to feel, but his arms grab my hips and he presses them against his face to keep me still.
He makes a slow lick from my pussy all the way up to my clit.
"Aahhh!" A moan slips out of my mouth and a surprised gasp follows it immediately.
That's when I realize I've never even made a real moan before. I bite my lips hard, forcing the sound back, but it's like trying to hold back a storm.
"God! You're soaked!" he says as he shifts the fabric of my panties aside with his tongue.
My pussy is literally breathing with arousal while he starts leaving wet kisses on my thighs.
It's maddening.
Everywhere his lips touch causes me to flinch with an urge I can't control.
His faint stubble beard prickles my skin as he starts licking my pussy again.
"Ohhh God!" I cry out, fighting the urge to hold back the moans while my fingers start twisting around the knot because I need to cover my lips.
Eden is just a few minutes away, and I can't help but wonder what happens if he gets back and doesn't find me.
I shake my head. I can't do this, and I definitely can't lose my marriage.
"Cairo, please..." I plead, my heart racing from pure arousal.
"What are you begging for, baby?" he asks, his voice exploding butterflies deep in my belly.
"I can't do this, Cairo. I don't think you understand how wrong this feels."
"Mmmmhhhp!" My speech melts into a soft moan as his tongue flickers on my clit; my body sinks into a honeyed daze of pleasure.
My thighs are shaking around his shoulders, hips dancing and chasing for his tongue.
"Diana!"
My ghost jumps out of my body the moment I hear Eden's faint voice calling out from far away.
"Cairo, stop!" I yell at him, my pulse screaming in my ears with panic.
But he looks up at me instead, those mischievous olive-gray eyes locked on mine as his two fingers now slowly glide into my pussy, totally oblivious to my warning.
"Ahhhhh," I whimper. "God! This is so wrong," I mutter, but my hips are dancing while craving his next touch.
"Diana?" Cairo calls my name, and something about his voice makes me just obey him.
"It's fucking hot when you say it like that," he says while still running his finger deep in my pussy. "I like how you pretend you don't know who this pretty little cunt belongs to."
I look down at him and I can't believe how crazy this guy really is. "You're insane!" I scream at him.
"Diana!" Eden screams from the road again and my whole body jolts.
But Cairo gives me a smirk instead, then his tongue starts circling around my clit again, his two fingers keep gliding in and out of my pussy.
My brain is in ruins; my head feels useless.
"Diana, where are you!!!" he screams again and Cairo stares at me with a smirk.
"Let him find you. Let him finally see whose little slut you are."
"He can't find me here!" I scream at him, anger and deep arousal making my blood hot.
He growls a deep laugh in between my thighs. "What if he does?"
"Cairo... I am begging you. I can't ruin my marriage," I say, hoping that he truly understands me.
"Then tell me to stop," he orders, then his lips start brushing wet kisses on my clit and my brain can't form thoughts anymore.
My thighs squeeze around him while my heart gasps for air.
"Tell me to stop, Diana, or I'll make you scream it," he says again, even when his actions are throwing me into an abyss of sweetness I don't want to recover from.
"Stop... mmmmphh."
His hands come up beneath my bra and cup my breasts again, his fingers touching my nipples until my chest explodes while arching with need.
"Cairo, I'm married... please," I beg, even when my body is dancing to his touch.
"Is that a moan, Diana?" he grunts, his breath fanning my pussy as he sucks and gently kisses every part of me.
"You keep telling me to stop but you're moaning about it, and your voice is driving me fucking insane."
He looks at me with a gaze that could melt iron.
"I don't mind pressing you to this tree and fucking you badly till it falls, and I still won't be able to stop."
God, what on earth is wrong with me?
My whole body trembles while my hair, my heart, and my belly feel like they're about to explode with release.
I rock my hips around his tongue, spreading my legs wider for him.
"Mmmh... That's my sweet girl," he chuckles, then he sucks deeper.
My brain shatters into ruins, maybe because of his words, his touch, or the fact that nobody has ever done this to me before.
"Mmmmhhh." He moans while his face is deep inside my pussy and that's when my body explodes.
My legs shake aggressively around his shoulders while every hair on my body stands, my nipples feeling so hard they actually hurt.
My belly tightens and melts with a kind of sweetness that's too good to make a single lick of sense.
The sensation leaves my body pulsing until there is nothing left but heat.
A loud moan bursts out of my lips, and it's so loud that I'm sure anyone close could hear it.
My body is totally wrecked by him and I don't want it to stop.
I stare up into the trees, totally lost, feeling the thick fluid that's slowly running out of my pussy.
"Ohhh God, Cairo!" I exhale, my chest heaving.
"You miss cumming for me, huh?" he asks while pressing soft kisses on my lower belly. It feels tingly, almost making me laugh.
He finally stands in front of me and my lips can't form any words.
He gives my whole body a slow sweep of his eyes with a satisfied smirk that tells me he's happy with what he's done.
"What the hell just happened?" I gasp, my body still shaking from the orgasm while my breath is still racing.
I can't even stand the shame of what I've done. I can feel my own juices running down my thighs like warm honey.
"Don't you fucking miss this?" he asks as his thumb lifts my cheeks intimately.
His touch is so tender a lady could melt into it without her own consent, and it's left me wondering what the hell could possibly make a lady leave a man like this.
"Diana!"
My body jolts violently as Eden's voice sounds terrifyingly close, and that's when we start hearing footsteps in the woods.
"Cairo! Untie me!" I yell into his ears.
But he doesn't do that. He just puts his hands in his pockets while looking at me and seeing how absolutely terrified I really am.
"What's so special about him that you left him for me?" he asks, but I don't even have time for his crazy confusion right now.
"Untie me!" I cry out, my fingers desperately twisting and dragging the knots, but he isn't moving.
"Cairo, please! He can't find me here. My husband is getting close. You have to let me go... please."
He smirks. "Why don't you let him find out? Does he know you're the mother of my kid?"
"Cairo!" I scream, my heart racing like a horse.
"You think this is funny, Diana?!" he snaps. "What the fuck does he give you that I can't give you!?"
He growls the words with a voice filled with so much hurt and rage that doesn't even belong to me.
"Fucking untie me, Cairo! Please!!!"
"It's... it's not even about my husband anymore; it's about... it's about my mom."
He stills for a moment, his expression slowly changing from anger to curiosity.
My chest is pulsing with fear and I just wish he would move faster.
Then he finally lifts his hand and slowly undoes the knots.
My hands finally fall freely and I don't even waste a single second before dragging my grey skirt to cover my legs.
My hands are trembling so badly as they come up to my shirt buttons, fastening them as fast as I can.
"DIANA!"
Eden screams from behind me and my whole body shuts down with dread.
I look at my shirt and realize it's still open all the way down.
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7.4
I sacrificed the wolf core to save my beloved.
To avoid being overwhelmed by guilt, I chose to leave and silently wait for death in a corner of the human world.
But even after he became the alpha of the wolf pack, he still went to great lengths to marry me. After we got married, he flaunted his mistress in front of me every day, trying to provoke me and get revenge.
But he didn't know that I was about to die.
Darling, I'm dying.

9.2
I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me.
Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti.
He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield.
The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection.
"It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter."
My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one.
When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me.
He cried because his tool was broken.
He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place.
"Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck."
I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom.
I closed my eyes and died.
Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang.
It was his father.
"Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped."
I was the vessel.
And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.

8.1
She never imagined love would begin with a marriage she didn't want.
Forced into a union to save her family, Elena promised herself one thing, she would never love her husband.
But the man she hated was nothing like she expected...
And the heart she tried to protect slowly betrayed her.

9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.

8.2
She was rejected before hundreds, her bond twisted into agony, her worth declared worthless. Nyra Vale fled into forbidden lands, and the world believed she died.
But the Moon had other plans.
Five years later, she returns as the Moonshadow, powerful, untouchable, and carrying the stolen legacy of every sacrificed omega. Kael Draven, the alpha who destroyed her, now rules with iron control, burying his regret beneath duty. Their corrupted bond still burns between them, violent and unbreakable, dragging them into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and proximity that neither can escape.
As ancient prophecies unravel and a ruthless enemy moves to claim her as a weapon, Nyra must choose: become the monster the world expects, or rewrite fate itself. Kael will sacrifice everything to stand beside her, but after five years of surviving alone, can she trust the man who once chose tradition over her heart?
When the blood moon rises, will love be enough to break a curse forged in sacrifice, or will history repeat itself in blood and ash?

9.4
My Alpha mate abandoned me three years ago, leaving me as a disgraced Omega to raise our two children in a freezing, ruined hovel.
To keep them from starving, I was forced into a humiliating deal with a rogue wolf named Jax, who stole our pack rations and demanded my young son as payment.
The entire pack shunned me, my mother-in-law treated me like dirt, and my children lived in constant fear.
When I finally awakened my ancient Luna bloodline to fight off Jax and feed my kids, Ryker suddenly returned.
But he didn't come to save us. He blasted our door off its hinges, his eyes burning with a murderous rage.
He ignored our starving reality and accused me of selling our bloodline to the rogue.
"Where is the rogue? Who did you trade my bloodline to?!"
I had endured beatings, starvation, and utter humiliation just to keep his children breathing.
I had bled to protect our family. Yet, the moment he returned, he believed the lies of our tormentor and looked at me with the intent to kill.
Why was I the villain in the story of my own survival?
As his powerful inner wolf suddenly whined in submission for the magical food I had cooked, his Alpha command faltered into deep confusion.
He ordered me not to leave his sight until I explained everything.
But looking at the mate who had abandoned us, my mind was crystal clear.
The real question wasn't whether I would leave, but whether he was still worthy of letting me stay.