
Taming My Ruthless Billionaire Brother
"Please have sex with me once, I want a baby." Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..."
As Dashiell's sister-in-law, she shamelessly rode on his lap. Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly.
"In bed, obey me in every way."
Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Good."
****Liora makes secret deals with her husband brother Dashiell, this ruthless billionaire is like a beast in bed. But when she finally got pregnant, he refused to let her go.
Warning: Include BDSM content
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Chapter 6
At first, she thought he was joking, what kind of a man is he?
He smacked her giving her the same order and she was left with no other choice but to bark like a dog.
"That's my puppy!!" He gave an evil smirk enjoying her view from the back.
"Come closer!"
She obeyed without arguing and he fingered her for about a minute. He smeared the wetness from his fingertips over her waist. His cold dark eyes looked askance at her, his voice low, "Lick it."
At this moment, Liora realised what he meant by "bed obedience." It turned out he is dominant so she has to be submissive, "Once I get pregnant, this will all be over." She encouraged herself mentally.
She looked down at Dashiell's bulging crotch and reached out to unbuckle his belt. Dashiell's body was well-practised from years of indoor fitness. Her fingers inadvertently touched his belly; it felt firm. The moment she pulled down his trousers, it revealed a small slice of tight musculature.
Plain black briefs encased a rather spectacularly shaped erection in the centre.
Liora's fingers rested on the edge of the briefs, gently pulling them down. His pubic hair was cleanly shaved, his genitals completely exposed. She looked up with some surprise, just in time to meet Dashiell's eyes. His expression was still indifferent, his pupils dark as a pool.
"Give me the hungry look on your face!"
"Yes, master." She bites her lips showing the expression of someone hungry for his dick.
With a sexually cold face, but this thing underneath...
It was extremely hot.
Before this, Liora had only seen Leander's penis, with its pink glans and considerable size. She didn't have much of a reference to compare it to. However, the one in front of her made a stronger impression. The moment it burst out of Dashiell's underwear, only one word flashed through Liora's mind: shocking.
She gestured vaguely with her hand, knowing deep down that she couldn't even bring herself to touch it.
Sitting on her knees between Dashiell's legs, she reached down and circled his penis as if it were red-hot iron. Her palms tingle from the heat; the shaft was too thick for her to circle with one hand. She tentatively licked it.
She continued to hypnotise herself, telling herself it was Leander's penis. She was telling herself she was with Leander.
Her licking movements became familiar. From the glans to the base, she licked meticulously. The tip of her tongue swept over every inch of him. Pre-ejaculatory fluid seeped from the tip, and she hesitated before taking the glans into her mouth, swallowing it inch by inch.
Liora was pinned and struggled. The object in her throat pressed so hard against her that she could barely breathe. She gripped the arms of her office chair, unable to speak before Dashiell grabbed her long hair, forcing her head onto the desk. He then stood, one hand on the desk for support, holding her head in place, pushing further.
"Oooo..." Liora was in pain.
It felt as though her throat was being pierced.
The back of her head repeatedly struck the desk.
When released, she sat on her knees, coughing and struggling to catch her breath.
Dashiell undid his tie, pulled her up, tied her wrists with the tie, and then positioned her on her back in front of the desk. He pressed her hands above her head onto the desk.
Still coughing, she was pulled up by the waist as Dashiell positioned himself behind her and entered her forcefully.
"Oooh ......"
"Moan for me, say the word!!" He commanded her, still hitting her ass continuously, it became so red as she had no other option but to bear the pain.
"Yes master, oh!! Oooh!"
Liora lay prostrate on the desk, not crying, not begging for mercy, just forcing herself to obey his order, as if undergoing a kind of torture, her conscious mind resisting, her body catering.
He tugged at the collar buttons and pressed her lower back vigorously against the desk, his lower belly slamming ferociously.
The computer screen reflected her miserable appearance at the moment, both hands were forced to clasp and press behind her head, two lines of wet tears hung on her white face, she was biting her lip so hard that her lips had already seen blood, her nose was red, the hot tears encased in her eyes crashed and flew out with the movement of his pumping.
Dashiell's impression of Liora is very faint, women are nothing but beauty and ugliness in his eyes, Liora belongs to the category of beauty, but it is not stunning, it is just that the temperament of her body is cool and gentle, and makes her face present a kind of beauty of age.
Dashiel recalled the first time he met Liora with his younger brother, she was so boring, and wondered what her brother saw in her to wife her, and yet, at the moment, this boring woman was biting his cock to the point of arousal.
Liora didn't know why, but Dashiell was fucking harder and harder.
He thrust violently and violently for dozens of strokes, right up to the point where she came with a shuddering orgasm in her loins and belly, her lust dripping down the centre of her legs to the floor.
Liora gasped for breath, physical tears still in her eyes as she was placed in a kneeling position with Dashiell's arms around her waist, her arms clasped around the back of her neck, her legs bent up in a kneeling position, exposing her fleshy red buttocks.
Dashiell reached for the strap and tied her left leg to the arm of the office chair, the cold strap brushed against her skin and Liora shivered down the back of her spine at the coolness, she took her hand off the back of her head and put it in front of her face to look at it, the tie was tied in a dead knot and her wrists were red from the abrasion and the pain of the fire.
She only had time to blow into her wrists before both arms were yanked open by Dashiell and wrapped around the entire back of the chair.
The position was odd, she was sitting on her knees in the office chair with her arms wrapped around the back, her wrists were tied in a dead knot with her tie while her left leg was still strapped to the armrest with a belt.
Sexing with Leander, he never did that to her.
Liora was in a trance for a moment, images of sex with Leander flashing through her mind, he would kiss her, he would stroke her all over, lick her ear, and say wife, make me a baby.
The images in her mind interrupt, she can't see the man behind her moving, the only thing in her sight is the glass-walled cabinet behind her desk with all the honours Dashiell has won.
-- Award for Most Influential Person in Foreign Trade
--Special Dedication Award for Italian Philanthropy
--Vice President of the Spanish Jewellery and Jade Industry Association
She scanned through them in a single glance, and before she could see the fourth one, his sex plunged in, and her vision suddenly went haywire as the long, thick sex stabbed her to the bottom, and she was so aroused that her scalp went numb, and a muffled grunt was forced out of the back of her throat.
Dashiell pinched her thin waist, pumping and thrusting inside her.
She couldn't move a muscle as her hands were hooped to the back of the chair, her left leg was bound with a belt, and her right leg was held down by Dashiell.
Liora was going crazy as she was being fucked, she bit her lip but still grunted a trilling cry out of her nose.
The phone rang suddenly, Liora's nerves tightened, her pussy contracted violently from the tension, and almost immediately she heard a short low gasp from behind her, followed by a rush of hot liquid pouring into her body.
Dashiell had finally cum.
Dashiell unbuckled the belt.
Liora leaned back in the chair for a full minute before pulling her hands back from the chair's backrest. Her wrists were rubbed purple, and she turned to look at her left leg. Because it was trapped on the armrest, her left leg had a blood mark from being constricted.
Kneeling on her knees was both numb and painful. She carefully stood up, and the semen inside her began to flow down. She quickly sat back in the chair.
Her phone started ringing, she was too weak to even try and grab her handbag to bring out her phone, she had no idea who was calling, maybe her mom was trying to reach her again to talk her out of her marriage with her husband.
Dashiell walked to the sofa and unzipped her bag, "You don't have to get my bag."
"I insist, you are my puppy and I am your master!"
"But!!"
He took out the phone from her bag and saw it was a call from Fiammetta.
"I guess my mother has noticed your absence in the house." He gave an evil impression and her heart started beating, what had she gotten herself into?
"Don't answer it, I beg of you!!" She pleases but Without hesitation, he swipes to answer.
TBC
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9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.

8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.

8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.

8.6
"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract."
My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time.
What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people.
I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands.
No interference in each other's personal lives
Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties
The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise
Some of the clauses were... interesting.
A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family.
"I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions."
His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand.
I didn't hesitate.
Respect both families as one
No physical contact
Separate bedrooms
I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to.
Unfortunately, my sister did.
She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry.
I pitied her.
So I made a decision that changed everything.
I replaced her.
Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me.
Helping my sister.
A marriage without love.
A deal that would end in divorce.
Or so we thought.
Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers.
But contracts don't account for feelings...
and neither did we.

8.5
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash.
But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering.
"The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress."
My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears.
I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase.
Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly.
"You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money."
When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side.
I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife.
But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book.
So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.

9.1
For two years, Elena played the role of the perfect, submissive wife to her wealthy husband, Andrew Macdonald, quietly swallowing the daily insults of his elite circle to appease his family.
But using her hidden divination skills, she tracked his GPS to a dirty nightclub terrace and caught him tightly holding a fragile, crying woman, calling Elena a disposable "Appalachian hillbilly."
"The lawyers are drafting the divorce papers. Next week, she'll be out of New York for good."
Hearing Andrew promise this gently to his cheating partner, Elena stepped into the dim light, only to be met with nasty mockery from his arrogant friends, while the mistress shrank back and pretended to be an innocent victim.
Andrew glared at Elena with deep annoyance, aggressively demanding she stop embarrassing him in public and go back to the countryside, fully expecting her to break down, cry, and beg him to save their marriage.
Two years of cooking his meals, ironing his shirts, and enduring his family's cruel abuse were nothing but a sick joke to him, completely blind to the terrifying, ancient power she actually wielded.
Instead of shedding a single tear, Elena mercilessly exposed their darkest medical and financial secrets, signed the divorce papers without taking a single dime, and stepped into her new life as the untouchable master she truly was.