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Yeahhh, right there..." I moaned as he spanked me, pulling me tighter against his cock. "Call me the way I want to hear it," he said, his lips trailing from my cheek down to my neck, each breath making my voice stumble. I could barely remember words. "Fuck me, hubby," I cried in ecstasy. "Wifey." The word rolled out of his mouth as he slammed into me. "Wifey..." He hit harder, my moans rising with every thrust. "I want you... want you so badly," he growled into my ear --+--+--- Belinda Chapman's perfect life shattered when she discovered her fiancé, William, was cheating-with her own twin sister. She overheard their cold, calculated plan to send her away on a trip so they could be together. Instead of confronting them, Belinda chose to play along, hoping the trip would offer escape. But it didn't. She met a man-magnetic, dangerous, irresistible-who awakened desires she never knew existed. He was a storm in human form, upending everything she thought she knew. Belinda had gone away to heal-and instead, she found a man who would ruin her in the most deliciously impossible

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Chapter 5

Logan Garrison's POV

I left the lounge with my mind clouded. The week had drained me dry, and if I was honest, Susanne had been my worst nightmare. I told Martin to call it a night and headed for my suite-to breathe, to rebuild, to rethink everything.

I was going to be a father.

A child-with Susanne.

The thought sat heavy in my chest.

The elevator doors were sliding shut when a hand slipped between them. I frowned, irritation still gripping me-until she stepped inside.

Belinda.

Up close, she was breathtaking. The kind of beauty that made my fingers itch to dig into her slim waist, the kind that made every worry dissolve into static. I took her in properly this time-the tiny nose, the soft curve of her lips, the big blue eyes that flicked away from mine almost immediately, as if she'd caught herself looking too long.

She ignored me and stood by the door like we were strangers, her grip tightening around her phone.

Was she shy?

Did she hate me for chasing her?

Did she think I didn't want her?

My chest sank for no reason I could name. I was about to speak when I heard it.

A silent sob.

"What...?"

Did I hurt her that badly?

Her hand kept flying to her face. She was crying. Tears slipping freely now, her shoulders trembling. My past rushed back all at once-memories I'd buried clawing their way up. I wanted to be anywhere but there, watching someone I felt dangerously attached to fall apart.

Yet all I wanted was to pull her close.

To tell her I wanted her.

To explain myself.

"Are you okay?" The words were useless, but they were all I had.

She turned, and the tears poured openly down her face. She stared at me like I'd broken her.

I could do this.

I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her, and rubbed her back gently. She broke then-wailing into my chest like she'd been waiting for permission.

"It's alright," I murmured. "It's going to be okay."

I kissed her hair, my voice low. "I'm sorry if I caused this. I never meant to hurt you. You made me feel good-God, I enjoyed every part of you. I didn't want to hurt you. I-"

She cut me off by grabbing my neck and crushing her mouth to mine.

Fuck.

I'd missed this.

She sucked my lips like she was starving, and I responded instinctively, deepening the kiss. My hands slid under her gown, lifting it. Her legs locked around my hips as I raised her, her fingers clawing through my hair while my tongue invaded her mouth, nipping her lower lip until she moaned.

The elevator opened at her floor-but I pushed the button instead.

My floor.

She didn't protest.

I carried her down the hall, opened my door with my fingerprint, and dropped her onto my bed. Her phone fell beside her. She lay there-tear-streaked, flushed, eyes sparkling with wicked intent-as she bit her lip and spread her legs.

"You're my end," I whispered, crawling toward her, fingers trailing up her creamy thigh.

"Touch me... right there," she breathed.

I shifted lower and kissed where my fingers had been. She gasped sharply, head falling back. I watched her unravel.

"Look at me."

My hand slid over her pussy, and she arched into my touch, fighting to stay present.

"Lo... Logan..."

"Yeah," I murmured, slowly tugging her panties down. I paused deliberately.

I wanted to see her.

"What?" she asked when I stood and pulled her up with me.

I sat on the bed and guided her between my legs.

"Strip."

She blinked. "Huh?"

"Strip, Cherry. I want to watch you."

She obeyed-slowly. Her panties hit the floor, followed by her gown. Her waist curved beautifully as she lifted her arms, breasts spilling free from her bra-full, perfect, begging.

I pulled her close, squeezing her ass, spanking her lightly. She yelped and laughed as I unclipped her bra.

"For the beautiful ones," I said when she asked if I did this often.

The bra fell away.

"Oh God," I breathed. "You're stunning."

Her nipples were pink and perfect, resting just right. She ran her fingers through my hair, easing me.

"Did you miss me?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I missed you too."

I kissed my way up her body, tongue sliding between her breasts, hands kneading her. Her moans grew soft, needy.

"Give me," I demanded.

"Earn it," she smirked.

I laughed and flipped her onto the bed, devouring her breast, sucking hard until she whimpered. I stripped quickly, her eyes never leaving my cock.

"I love your cock," she said boldly.

She climbed over me, stripped me bare, grinding her wet pussy against my torso. I groaned.

"Belinda..."

"Let's see who moans first."

She tortured me-mouth on my nipples, grinding slowly, watching me fight it. Then she slid down, eyes locked on my length like it was sacred.

"You like what you see?" I teased.

"I love it."

She wrapped both hands around me, licked the tip, and swallowed a groan from my chest.

"Get on your knees," I ordered softly. "I'll teach you."

She obeyed.

And when she took me into her mouth-slow, eager, imperfect-I nearly lost my mind.

"Fuck.... Like that,my pussy"

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Celeste was an abandoned princess and a wolf-less she-wolf who held no value to her father. Horres was the ruthless Alpha of the Iron Fang Pack-a ticking time bomb. As a peace offering to a rival pack, Celeste Holmes knew her life would be difficult as the Luna to an Alpha who would give anything to wipe her pack from the surface of the earth. Even then, she felt it was her ticket to escape her father's clutches, yet nothing prepared her for the horror awaiting her. People said Alpha Horres was scary, but to Celeste, he was a demon. Alpha Horres Thorne had everything planned out for the daughter of his nemesis. The humiliation, pain, torture, and everything that could break her was set the moment her father thought of offering her to him. Horres enjoyed watching her bleed. Relishing her despair and seeing the helplessness on her face gave him the energy to plot more schemes against her evil father. Everything was supposed to move smoothly, but there was a flaw in his plan. After that fateful night, he experienced every single pain he inflicted on her, just the way she felt it. Even her subconscious fears and insecurities were felt by him. Didn't they say Celeste Holmes had no wolf? How then did she do it, or did Alpha Holmes' daughter succeed in bewitching Alpha Horres while he was enjoying his time torturing her? Did he lose in his own game of chess? How would he take revenge when he couldn't even hurt her anymore? Was he supposed to just surrender and love her now? What about his grievances?

Action Horror Werewolf

9.5

Dangerous Seduction: The Man They All Feared Is Mine

9.5

It was city gossip that Aiden Elliott, a powerful figure, was old, hideous, and close to death. For money, Millie's greedy father, sly stepmother, and jealous stepsister forced her into marrying this so-called dying man. Refusing to give in, Millie rebelled by spending the night with a male escort-only to find out later he was the very man she was set to marry, the rumored tyrant himself. "I'm old and ugly?" "Impotent?" "You want a divorce?" Aiden wouldn't let her go. From then on, Millie became his cherished wife, pampered and protected, envied by everyone.

Action Modern Romance

8.7

Deceit Led to Daughter's Death

8.7

The mind-link hit me like a physical blow, tearing through my consciousness with raw panic and desperation. *Luna! Emergency at the eastern border! Rogue attack! The pups—Emma—* I dropped the teacup I'd been holding, porcelain shattering against the kitchen floor as Gamma Reynolds' frantic voice echoed in my mind. My wolf, Celeste, surged forward instantly, her maternal instincts screaming danger. *Luke!* I reached out through our mate bond, but found only silence. Not the comfortable quiet of distance, but the deliberate, impenetrable wall that had become all too familiar lately. *Alpha Anderson is unavailable,* came Beta Marcus's strained response when I tried the pack link. *He's dealing with Nathan's emergency at the clinic.* Nathan.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.2

Fated to the Dangerous and Possessive Lycan King

9.2

After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot. In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts. He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago. To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world. "A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust. Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone. I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead. But I was wrong about him being powerless. One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura. He wasn't crippled at all. The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.3

He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

7.3

Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom. When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic. But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead. Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch. "She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind. From that moment, the nightmare only escalated. Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip. The final humiliation came at the Met Gala. Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack. He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom. Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid. She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry. Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child? Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow. Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her. "A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand. Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury. She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.

Action Modern Mystery

7.9

He Risked My Life to Make His Mistress Famous

7.9

The chemical stench clung to my skin like a second layer of sweat. Three days and nights inside the New Jersey plant had left me hollow-eyed and raw-throated, but I'd done it. I'd penetrated their security, documented their crimes, and survived. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the small recorder in my pocket. The evidence was damning—audio recordings of managers discussing how to bypass environmental regulations, footage of toxic waste being dumped into waterways that fed local communities. I'd risked my life for this story, but it would be worth it. This exposé would finally put our network on the map. The elevator doors slid open to reveal the bustling New York newsroom. Conversations halted as I walked through, my appearance earning raised eyebrows. My hair hung limp with grease, my clothes reeked of industrial solvents, and exhaustion etched every line of my face.

Action Modern Mystery

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Chapter 5

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