Seduced By The Boss Brothers
After only one drink, she gave in to my intense blue eyes and thick black hair. It worked out well that we met at the hotel bar, where my twin brother Frank and I were having a good time.My brother and I inherited my father's company, while our priority is find an asssistant for both of us, to enjoy the pleasure of sex.
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Chapter 8
She sucked in her breath and Frank slipped a hand into her silky bob as she stared into his face. He leaned in to kiss her as I slipped my hand up between her legs, finding the lace of her underwear damp. I teased her through the material, hearing her moan against my brother's lips before I pushed my fingers under the material. Her legs were pressed tight together due to the style of the skirt, but I found her needy slit and stroked it as she shuddered underneath my hand.
Frank was kissing her harder and I felt her jerk against my hand. Bella White was so fucking wet and I slipped a finger inside of her as she whimpered. Frank was tonguing her mouth, his hands in her hair as I slipped two fingers in and out, still palming her clit.
Fuck, she was tight. My cock was hard in my pants but I wanted to build her up to this and prepare her for me, for us. I wasn't going to force myself on her just like that, willing to give her time. The way that she was reacting to me, I knew that we were both going to hear her come soon.
Bella White fell over the edge with my brother's tongue in her mouth and his hand cupping her perky, little breast. She rocked against me as I felt her heat washing over my fingers, loving the feeling. This woman was going to be ours and I felt a sense of peace come over me and I pulled my hand out of her to slip my fingers inside of my mouth. She was sweet and I closed my eyes as I memorized her taste.
When I opened my eyes, Frank had his shirt open and was sucking eagerly on her nipple. She was back against my chest as she moaned softly and I inhaled the sweet cherry scent of her hair. How far was this going to go?
He pulled away, his eyes dark and hungry as Bella White gasped for air. She stood on wobbly knees and made her way to the bathroom as Frank and I stared at each other. His mouth was smeared with her lipstick and I had her taste on my fingers and lips, still hard. "Best fucking idea ever," he told me softly as I smiled in agreement.
Bella White did work at her desk at times and made friends with a few women in the building. She made up a story of a long-term boyfriend to make it seem like she wanted nothing more than a job here, since we had a reputation. She was a smart woman that knew her job, but she also was learning a lot about our needs.
I don't know who fucked her first but I took her on the bathroom counter one morning while Frank was taking Mom somewhere. I didn't care if I was first. I just knew that the office door was locked and she was naked before me, her pussy milking my cock as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I fucked her hard and slow, feeling her nipples against my chest as she dug her nails into my back. I knew that I was close as I rocked into her, her body moving right along with me as I stretched her open. "Fuck. You are so tight," I told her as I felt her tearing my skin open. I was thankful for the extra package of white shirts that I had as well as the small shower, letting myself go into the condom that I wore. She cried out as she came around me, making me jerk as her heat pressed through the latex and made me keep coming.
"Mark, you feel so good," she said as she pressed her lips to my neck, pulsing around me. I fucked her again, slowly this time before I pulled out and let her slip to the floor.
"You're beautiful,"
I told her as she blushed and smiled, leaning over to collect her red dress. She wore lipstick that matched it perfectly, a red shade that was smeared over my cock as she pulled the dress over her head. I slipped the new condom off and added it to the trash with the other one, wrapped in toilet paper as she leaned forward and fixed her face.
I watched her stroll into the office where she'd dropped her purse as I slipped off the shirt and pants to step into the shower. By the time I was rinsed off and dressing again, her face was again flawless and not showing a single sign of what had just happened.
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9.3
My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world.
Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage.
An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity.
The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity.
How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation.
Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free.
8.8
Rumor has it that Edward Hawthorne, the world's wealthiest man, is engaged to a woman from an equally illustrious family.
Yet those closest to him whisper about the first love he's been chasing for more than ten years.
But as far as Alice Sterling is concerned, neither the fiancée nor this mysterious "first love" really matters. Her formidable boss, Edward, is already married-and completely devoted to his wife.
He gifts her jewels worth millions without blinking, personally selects her presents from exclusive designer boutiques, and carefully plans intimate candlelit dinners.
If that's not love, what is?
Except.why do those multi-million-dollar necklaces keep finding their way to her? And why is the scarf he supposedly bought for his wife now wrapped around her neck?
As the soft candlelight plays across his sharp features, something clicks inside Alice.
It turns out the spoiled, pampered wife of the billionaire tycoon.has been her all along.
7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.
8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.
8.4
Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss.
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"Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it.
She freezes. He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long.
"I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up." Relief floods her.
He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close.
Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.
8.1
I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me.
But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless.
I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien.
The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic.
I had to physically endure the phantom sensation of the victim's throat being crushed and poison burning her stomach. All while Kelvin cornered me, demanding to know why I abandoned him and my title as the department's greatest asset, "The Oracle."
I didn't want to look at dead bodies anymore. I didn't want to feel their agonizing deaths. Why couldn't they just let me disappear?
But when the victim's wealthy husband walked into the precinct with a smug smile, ready to get away with murder, I couldn't stand it.
I forced myself to relive the victim's dying moments, guiding Kelvin to cut open her decomposed stomach to find the diamond ring she had swallowed.
"We have your blood inside her stomach."
His perfect alibi was shattered. But when we found an underground syndicate token hidden in his wallet, I knew my quiet life was over.