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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 8

"Try, Dean! Please try!" I whimper.

I need him right now.

I am burning up beyond anything I have ever felt before, it's as though Dean has brought this on!

It only started when Dean put his arms around me.

He caused this!!

"Dean! NOW!" I scream, my back arching as the pain spikes furiously.

A loud sexual moan emanates from Dean's parted lips, and his self control waivers as he crashes his lips to mine again.

All I can feel and think of is Dean.

The way his hands touch me, the way his lips move against mine, his weight on top of me, his musky sweet breath, the feel of shirt and tailored trousers against my over sensitive bare skin.

It's like the most intense feeling I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I just don't want it to end.

Dean's lips travel down over my jaw to my neck and my throat. Loud whimpers leaving my body with need begging in them.

I feel as Dean's hands work their way down my body, over my breasts and down my hips to my thighs, gently massaging them in a sensual manner.

"Oh Dean!"

Slowly, achingly slow, Dean slides his right hand between my thighs, stroking his index finger over my swollen bud.

My lips shake as I moan lowly. I need him! Now!

In a quick, surprising moment, Dean rams two fingers deep inside me.

I cry out, my back arching.

In quick succession, Dean's fingers pummel inside me hard, finger fucking me with all his effort.

A slight hint of pain swims through the sea of unadulterated pleasure.

Right now, I couldn't care less about the pain. I want more!

"Fuck me, Dean! Harder!" I scream.

I can't comprehend this increasing pleasure. It's overwhelming.

I'm on the brink of my climax. I need it so badly.

My back arches, my body quivering as the most mind blowing orgasm hits me full pelt.

I scream loudly, my eyes shooting open widely, and the shock of the climax sends me over the edge. Dean gasps out loud as my wetness hits my legs, soaking the bed.

As he eases his movements, I slump back on the bed with exhaustion, breathing heavily, making my throat dry and sore.

Dean is as breathless as I am. I watch as he removes his fingers from my sex and slips them in his mouth, with a kinky look on his face.

"You taste so fucking good, baby! Nobody even compares. You're evocative... so sweet." Dean moans, making my stomach clench in need, the burning has returned with full force.

"Dean... Dean! I want you, but I... I need water first." I gasp.

My heart is pounding out of my chest.

"Ok baby, I'll get you a drink." He murmurs, climbing off the bed and out of the room.

The pain in the pit of my stomach increases with Dean out of the room. I don't have any idea why I feel so in need of him, but I just have to have him.

Dean is my saviour in this very moment.

Returning with a glass of water, Dean helps me sit up to sip some of the cool, clear water.

It feels so refreshing on my dry throat, but it doesn't ease my hot burning pain through the lower half of my body.

I push the glass away when the burning ache becomes too much to handle. "Dean. I need you! Please, make this pain go away! I can't handle this! Now, please! Please!" I beg, tears filling my eyes and they begin to pour down my cheeks.

"Ok, baby. I know it hurts. I will help you." Dean murmurs, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

He stands from the bed, and strips in record time. His glorious body sending my body into overdrive.

When Dean returns to the bed, I grab his arm, yanking him on top of me with all of my pent up wolf strength.

He chuckles, with a grin on his face. "Eager are we, Miss Knight?"

I raise a sarcastic eyebrow. "Would you want me any different?"

Dean grins and shakes his head. "No baby, I wouldn't. Now, let's get rid of that ache? Eh?"

I nod. "Let's!"

Grabbing my calves, Dean positions them over his shoulders before positioning himself against my slit, and slamming into me... hard!

My eyes roll back into my head as Dean manages to hit the ache dead on.

Fast, rough, hard and intense powerful fucking, pushing the burning away with each thrust.

Dean's nails dig into my ass cheeks as he pushes deep inside me with force.

"I. Love. You. So. Much." Dean grunts between thrusts.

Out of my mind, and in cohorts with my wolf, I let those words slip out of my mouth. "I love you too!"

He stops, his eyes wide in shock. "What?" He gasps.

I smile shyly. "I love you, Dean Law."

Dean beams, his eyes bright and a joyous smile spreads across his face.

He leans down to kiss me, a sensual loving kiss. Dean starts moving again, this time slower and passionate.

My first ever time making love, and it's with someone that isn't my mate.

I can handle that if he gets rid of this pain!!

I whimper loudly, gripping onto his biceps as my body begins to feel the start of an insane orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Feel it. Feel me!" Dean grunts. "Cum for me, baby."

I close my eyes, my lips parting as the feeling grows, building higher.

Not only the pleasure from Dean's incredible loving, but the feeling of intense love and emotion for this man makes this act of fornication a whole lot more incredible.

My lips start to quiver, working its way from my lips, all the way down to my toes.

Dean continues to thrust. Slow and intense, until I reach my peak. The burning ache disappears immediately! Relief.

That's what I feel.

Understandable relief.

Dean grunts, and follows suit, cumming inside me with a long relieved sigh.

We lay there together, his head on my chest as we calm our breathing until we inhale and exhale in sync with each other.

"I love you, Lizzie."

"I love you too, Dean."

I feel satiated, relaxed and wanted. I feel cherished. I feel... free.

I may not be able to understand why I feel so strongly for Dean as well as Holden, but I am happy.

Maybe I can figure this out in time?

Continue to next part

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 8

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