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 9
We returned to the office to work, checking on new accounts as she shared long looks with me every now and then.
Frank arrived about an hour after our tryst and looked at both of us as he set his briefcase down. "How's Mom?" I asked as he glanced at me curiously.
"She's fine. The doctor said that everything looked good, though he gave her something to help her sleep," Frank replied as I nodded somberly. I knew that she was having trouble sleeping, often having nightmares. She admited it to us in hushed tones and that was when Frank decided to take her to the doctor.
Bella White was aware of everything that was going on, offering him a sympathetic glance from the laptop that she was working on. Her hair was perfect and hung over her face as he took a seat and let out a sigh.
"Is everything good here?" He asked, giving me a long and questioning gaze.
"It's perfect," I assured him as Bella White blushed a bit from her spot at the other desk. "We've gotten a lot done today." I knew that Frank noticed my double meaning as he cocked his eyebrow at me, shaking his head slowly.
"I'll bet."
Bella White had been working for us for three weeks now. We'd fooled around together and separately with her, both of us tasting her sweet pussy and mouth. I assumed that she'd slept with Frank since I wasn't always here but it didn't matter. She just fucked me and she felt fucking amazing. In time., things would only heat up. I would have another threesome with my twin, hotter than any of the others.
I had no interest in a serious relationship, still sleeping with other women on the weekends if I was out partying. We were the owners of a successful company but turned twenty-two six months after Dad left us. It was a bittersweet celebration at our favorite restaurant in Miami with our family. In a past life, we might be on a beach somewhere warm and tropical with some local women.
Bella White was the one thing that kept us sane and responsible. The times that I had her lips around my cock as I fucked her mouth, or lapped away at her pussy grounded me.
It was after that morning tea, when I walked in and saw her bent over the couch with my brother thrusting inside of her. I knew that they were doing something, since there was no sign of her outside and the door was locked. I opened the door quickly, locked it again as I watched them. Her body was jerking forward as she cried out softly, her head at the end of the couch.
I walked around, seeing her lips as Frank fucked her hard and fast.
We'd not approached the idea of a threesome yet, but I felt my cock harden as I looked down at her. Bella White seemed to sense my presence and her eyes opened as she stared up at me with a dazed gaze.
I looked at her and then my brother behind her, seeing him spread her legs open to take her harder as he nodded at me.
I dropped my pants and my cock sprung forward as I cupped her face in my hands. She moaned before I slipped between her lips, feeling her mouth wrap around me as I closed my eyes.
I felt the impact of Frank against her ass, pushing her forward as I slipped into the back of her throat.
It felt fucking good.
I could feel my release building before Frank cried out her name and stilled, just as she sucked me deep in her throat and whimpered. I opened my eyes and watched as she shook against Frank before I shot my seed deep into her throat.
After she had some time to recover, I slipped a condom on and dropped her on her back on the couch. Her nipples were red from teeth and I pushed her legs up, resting her feet on my shoulders before I slipped inside of her. Bella White rocked against me as I took her repeatedly, moving faster as Frank watched us from the window, where he stood with his pants on and his eyes dark with hunger.
Frank
I was fresh from fucking Bella White when Mark moved her to her back, plunging inside of her. He'd already come in her mouth just after she and I had come seconds apart. I watched her body rock with him, hungry for sex.
She was the perfect woman for us and I ran a hand through my hair as I watched them fucking. I knew that we'd both had her individually at this point, a fact that didn't matter as I watched them right now. She loved this. Bella White had signed onto this and was taking our cocks like a pro.
I couldn't thank my brother enough for this idea. I watched as she trembled beneath him before stumbling into the bathroom to clean up, staring at my bloodshot eyes in the mirror for a long moment.
It was still mid-morning and we had plenty of time left to get some real work done. It worked out that all three of us enjoyed working some nights and we took the time to be alone in the building once a week or so.
Mom bought it, knowing how much Dad worked. What he did here at night was a far cry from what Mark and I were doing, but she didn't have to know that. We seemed to want to fuck Bella White more than working anyway, and it just got hotter. Once we were both with her, it came naturally to all of us and she happily took one of us in her mouth while the other one filled her pussy each and every time.
When she told me to fuck her in the ass one night, I felt myself thicken as I looked at my brother. He tossed me some lube as he and Bella White moved together on the couch, buried deep inside of her pussy as I stroked my cock with the lube. I slipped her cheeks apart, teasing her with my finger as I had before and hearing her groan as the tip slipped inside of her.
Bella White was perfect.
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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.