Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

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Chapter 2

After the initial shock of finding my mate--the one meant solely for me and the one person in the world I am supposed to love and cherish--me and my scattered thoughts scram from the board room and into the ladies toilets.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I guess I didn't ever want a mate.

My past relationships were enough to put me off love for life.

That's why liked my current arrangement with Mr Law. No feelings. No control on my part.

I was there to serve him. Please him. Pleasure him.

I didn't want to love him and he didn't want to love me.

Easy!

No complications.

Now I have a mate?

God damn it!

That through a shit covered spanner in the works!

"Damn, shit, damn, fuck, bollocks! Jesus Christ! Please, give me patience!!!" I half whine, half scream--throwing my head into the mirror before me--shattering the glass and knocking myself out.

The last thing I remembered is warmth on my forehead as blood drips from a cut on my face.

~*~

Awakening, I realise I'm in hospital. Oh great!

Outside I can hear a commotion. What the hell is going on?

I carefully try to ease myself up from the bed, only to become overwhelmed with dizziness. I collapse, falling on the cold hard floor.

I groan loudly and heave without warning, throwing up all over the what once was clean flooring.

I hear a squeak of a door opening and footsteps moving towards me, but I can't stop vomiting. Vile!

"Come on sweetheart. Lets get you into bed." It's my master's soft voice.

After passing me a sick bowl, he picks me up to put me on the bed. Mr Law sighs and looks at me with concern and hurt in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I whisper.

"Why didn't you tell me you found your mate?"

Oh... Crap. "I didn't know until like half hour before I blacked out... I think. I don't want him! I like our arrangement. You know me. I can't do a relationship! What am I going to do Dean? Oh this is so messed up! I can't be who, whatever his name is, expects of his mate. I'm not the woman for him. I just want to be the care free, lively, happy-go-lucky, single girl who has a fun sex life! Can I still have that?" I whispered my rant.

Master sighs. "Ok... Well this is such a hard situation. We both knew you'd find your mate eventually. I know you never wanted one and liked the single life, but he's there now. And it's obvious he cares. Even in such a short time frame!

I don't want to lose you but I'm not going to hold you back from your mate. The decision is yours."

I take in Mr Law's words, trying to figure out my next step.

"But... But... What about everything? How can I figure out what I want if I'm monogamous? I have to figure things out. I also have to be honest with myself, thus letting me spend time with Mr Riley or whatever his name is." I ramble, trying to say what I need to without starting an argument with my master.

Mr Law pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes tightly and breathes heavily. "I will let you see this out. I still want you. I think I want more of you! I want you as my sub in the playroom but God! I think I love you!"

Mother of all that is holy!

Did he just... no! He couldn't have!

"You... you what?!" I gasp in shock.

Master grabs my hands tightly in his strong grip. "I think I've always loved you Lizzie! That's why I pushed you to extend our contract to 18 months. I couldn't let you go baby!"

"Being so close to you all weekend... It's not enough anymore! I want you. I want you as my mate! Let me mark you! I want to make you mine."

I am speechless. I can't believe I have two men wanting to mate with me!

Two incredibly hot men, both wanting more from me!

Two men wanting more from a woman that is unable to commit!

I am too freaked out by long-term relationships to allow it to happen!

My longest 'relationship' has been with my master, and that wasn't love!

That was sex. Hard, rough, BDSM fucking!

Holy fuck, it was amazing!

"How can I be with you in a committed relationship if I can't even say your first name? I'm too scared of you punishing me to even look at you most of the time!" I ask, still looking at the bed rather than his face.

"Lizzie... Look at me baby. I love looking into your eyes. Your beautiful, beautiful eyes!" Master murmurs.

Swallowing past a growing lump lodged in my throat, I raise my head slowly. I look into my masters beautiful brown eyes. My heart thumps unevenly.

I realise right then and there, even if he is not my true mate, I do love him.

I think I've always loved him.

"Say my name Lizzie." He whispers, his warm breath blowing across my face, sending my senses wild.

Using all my courage, I bore my eyes into his and say his name. "Dean." I whisper, nerves filling me at the prospect of being punished.

I cringe away as Dean moves. I love our arrangement, but the punishment is always a turn off. His punishment spanking is so painful. It makes me cry.

"Don't worry baby. It turns me on so much hearing you say my name. It makes me feel so happy hearing your words. Seeing your eyes staring into mine, feeling you close. I want more than just your submission."

"I want your love. Please give me a chance to show you? If you're giving your mate a chance, why not give me a chance too?" Dean begs, taking my face in his hands, bringing me nose to nose. "Rip up the contract, be mine! Please? I don't know how I'd cope without you in my life. I don't want another sub. I want you. Be mine, please?"

My heart is beating double time, my cheeks flushed, my temperature spiking and my hands shaking.

"Oh Dean!" I whisper, throwing myself onto his lap.

His arms wrap around me, holding me to his chest as my lips find his.

I finally get to kiss him!!

He's holding me. He's never once held me.

I give up my submissive stance and wind my fingers into his hair, holding him close as I straddle him on the bed.

My tongue pushes its way into Dean's succulent mouth, entwining my tongue with his passionately.

I am rewarded with a sexy growl, his sound vibrating through my body.

As our lips part, Dean moves his lips to my cheek, jaw, neck... Shoulder. "Take control Lizzie. I'm yours. Show me what you want!" He whispers.

I feel my self control evaporate, my hands sliding under his tight black t-shirt, running my fingers over his well defined stomach and up to his smooth sexy chest.

My lips part, my breathing coming out erratically as I feel pleasure spike through my body, arousal filling the room.

Dean growls, licking across my shoulder and up to my lips, before taking my mouth in his, kissing me roughly.

I grab his shoulders lowering him down on to the bed. "If you want me to take control, I will!" I say, biting my lip seductively.

"Oh please, baby!" Dean breathes.

I am just pulling up Dean's t-shirt, when the door to the room opens sharply, a growl and an incredible scent fills the room.

Everything goes crazy!

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After a passionate night with a wealthy stranger, a woman finds herself entangled in a deal she never expected. The billionaire offers a unique proposition: thirty days together in exchange for solving her financial crisis. As they navigate this temporary arrangement, the line between business and pleasure begins to blur. Can she survive a month in his high-stakes world without losing her heart, or will their connection prove too real?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride

9.8

Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins. I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport. He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West. My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire. They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing. Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test. "If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born." I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up. Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers? But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower. I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand. "If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Broke up with the alpha for the eighth time

7.9

I'm Luna Ashvale, and my relationship with Alpha Lucian Thorne has been a disaster. His childhood sweetheart, Vanessa, constantly stirs up drama, leading to our bond being broken eight times. Each time, Alpha Lucian chooses Vanessa over me, making empty promises to reunite. After the eighth break, I finally decide to leave. With the help of my professor and his son Mark, I move on, focusing on my career. Alpha Lucian becomes jealous when he sees me with Mark. Eventually, Vanessa goes crazy and stabs Alpha Lucian. Six months later, at a conference, I meet Alpha Lucian again. I'm now happily bonded to Mark, while he regrets his past actions.

Modern Romance Werewolf

8.7

Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

8.7

Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Sold To The Devil I Ruined

7.2

Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

The Pink Car of Betrayal

9.8

My husband unveiled a custom pink car on live TV, calling it a "tribute to our love." The internet hailed him as the perfect man. But I knew the truth. That car was the exact place he cheated on me with his VP, Keri. And the lipstick stain on the passenger seat wasn't mine. He thought I was at home, waiting to celebrate his success. Instead, I was at a clinic, signing a waiver to surgically remove my memories. I aborted the child he desperately wanted. I smashed the jade locket he claimed bound our souls together. I burned my passport, my license, and every photo of us in the kitchen sink. When he finally came home, he found nothing but an empty house and a gift box containing the remains of our unborn child. A year later, he crashed my engagement party in Charleston, falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. I looked down at the weeping billionaire and felt absolutely nothing. "I'm sorry, sir," I said calmly. "But do I know you?"

Billionaire Modern Romance

Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

Chapter 2

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