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 3

Oh God! Just remembering last night makes me cringe.

Watching as Dean and Mr Riley had a full on punch up right there in the local pack hospital.

It took four guys on each side to restrain them both.

They both want me and I'm so confused. Neither of them would let me talk!

I can't even find out my mate's name because I haven't actually been alone with him yet.

My head is all foggy, so many questions and ideas filling my head.

I'm now laid up in bed. A weeks' sick leave to recover from my idiotic self inflicted accident and come to terms with all this new information.

My head hurts, throbbing and healing from that bloody mirror. I feel drowsy from the strong pain killers.

I want a bath but refuse to have one while I'm this drowsed. I will not put myself at risk.

Just rolling over on my side, I'm slowly drifting off to sleep. The doorbell sounds loudly, making me cringe.

I whimper, and sigh. "Who is it?" I ask softly as I head out of my room and down the hallway.

"It's Dean! Let me in, baby."

I smile and unlock the door, looking up into my master's eyes. "Hi! What's up?" I ask. "Did I do something?"

Dean looks confused. "No of course not! I wanted to see how you were... maybe finish where we left off?"

I smirk. "That can be arranged but I want a bath first. I've had my pain killers so don't feel safe bathing."

At that, Dean grabs my legs, throwing me up into a bridal hold, making me squeal before heading into my bathroom.

After sitting me on my stool in the bathroom, Dean rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and begins to run the bath.

I just sit and watch him. This incredibly gorgeous man makes me feel special and incredibly turned on 90% of the time I'm with him. The only sucky thing is, it feels like I'm cheating when I'm with him. I guess it's because I haven't accepted or rejected my mate. I just know he's there.

Within 5 minutes, the bath is full. Bubbles overflowing and a sensual smell of the bath oil aroma. Jasmine and vanilla musk filling the room.

Dean helps me to strip out of my clothes. He does the same, joining me in the bath.

The water is enticingly hot. It's relaxing and soothing to my strained and stressed body.

"Mmmm." Dean sighs, pulling me against him. His front to my back, his legs over mine, pushing them to either side of the bath. "Let me wash you baby."

I watch as Dean picks up my flannel, squeezes some body wash on it before rubbing it over my arms. He works up to my underarms and down over my neck and breasts, teasing me through the cloth.

I moan lightly, closing my eyes as Dean moves the cloth down over my stomach.

When he reaches my clit, I whimper in need. His fingers teasing me using the flannel.

"Oh Dean." I sigh, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

How does this man know how to touch me so well? Where did he get such knowledge?

I don't have time to think, as Dean throws the flannel into the water with a plop. He worked on me with his quick fingers.

"Oh baby, you're so ready for me!" Dean breathes. His musky scent overwhelming me.

Spreading my lips with one hand, he flicks the fingers of his other hand against my clit expertly.

"Don't stop!" I moan, feeling an orgasm build in the pit of my stomach.

My jaw drops, going slack as the pleasure consumes me, building from that one point in my stomach, spreading over the entirety of my sensitive body.

As my body tenses, I know the explosion is imminent. Oh lord, am I ready?

Dean has magic hands.

Only made to pleasure me!

I gasp out loud, my limbs quivering as I cum, moaning out Dean's name.

I slump back into Dean, breathing heavily.

"I love making and watching you cum Lizzie. Coming apart from under my hands. It's the biggest turn on ever."

I smile slightly at his seductive words, then bolt upright when I feel his hard manhood digging into the small of my back.

I turn slightly to see his face. "Happy to see me?" I breathe.

He grins and chuckles. "Always."

Dean carefully stands with me in his arms and he carries me out of the bathroom and straight into my room. He then lays me down on my bed.

"Up for more?" Dean asks gently.

I grin and grab his arms, pulling him on top of me, pulling his ear to my lips. "Always." I breathe, as seductively as I can manage.

Grabbing my hips, Dean pulls me up onto my upper back and shoulders as he kneels up over me.

Positioning himself, he rams inside me, deep and hard.

I gasp out loud. "Ffffuuuucccckkk!"

~*~

I am laid on my sofa with the TV on. Dean has just left, letting me rest.

Some mindless program is on, but I'm not concentrating. I'm zoning out, thinking about my current predicament.

Dean, my Dom, my current best friend. He is my confidant, my lover and the only person on this planet I actually trust.

Mr Riley, my soul mate. A man I have only met once. I hardly know him or anything about him. Not even his first name.

Talk about conflict? As I lay there that night in bed, I couldn't help but think about Mr Riley, my mate.

I was so confused.

How could I even choose between him and Dean without knowing him or who he is.

Just at that moment, my bedroom window squeaked open, causing me to scream in panic.

What the hell?

I see a clothed leg slip in, then another. Then a flexible body, a toned chest. Arms, shoulders, neck and a head.

I am greeted by my mate.

My wolf howls excitedly, bounding around in my head.

I jump off the bed, unsure of what I should be doing.

I was drawn to Mr Riley like a strong magnetic pull, but I felt as though I'd be betraying Dean.

Why the hell am I so conflicted?

"Oh, hello Mr Riley." I whisper, unsure of what else to say.

I am greeted with a mouth watering, sexy grin. "Lizzie. How are you?"

I swallow. "I'm ok. You?" I ask shyly.

I watch as Mr Riley stalks towards me, my stomach doing somersaults at the prospect of him being close to me.

His hand slowly slips onto my waist and he pulls me close to him. Our bodies touching intimately, especially with the fact that I am wearing nothing but a large t-shirt just about covering my modesty.

Mr Riley skims his nose over my neck, breathing in deeply, making me whimper. "By the way dear mate, my name is Holden. Please stop calling me Mr Riley, it makes me feel old."

I swallow hard and nod at him.

"Holden." I whisper, my body having a mind of its own, slowly placing my shaky hands on his muscled biceps.

Yum!

"Now that is sexy. Say it again!" He moans.

Answering his request. "Holden." I whisper again.

"Kiss me Lizzie. Now." He murmurs, his warm sweet breath enveloping me.

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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

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