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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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BELINDA CHAPMAN'S POV

I loved it here-loved the way my body responded to him without hesitation, the way my thoughts blurred the moment he took control. He didn't ask for permission; he simply claimed, and my body followed like it had been waiting all along. My hand wrapped around his length, slow and deliberate, my grip firm because I knew I couldn't take all of him in my mouth. He was long-thick-stretching me even before he fully filled me. Nine inches of heat and hardness, pressing against my lips, sliding past them, filling my mouth until my jaw burned.

And still-I loved it.

I loved how he tasted, how his skin carried a faint saltiness mixed with something dark and intoxicating. I loved the sound of his groans, low and unfiltered, the way his hips twitched as he guided my head, setting the pace like he owned my mouth. My tongue traced him slowly, reverently, savoring every vein, every pulse beneath my lips.

"Bad kitten," he said, his voice rough as he looked down at me.

I smiled, wicked and satisfied, and flicked my tongue against him, teasing.

"Open your mouth."

The command hit me deep. I obeyed instantly, parting my lips wider.

His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping firmly as he thrust forward, his cock sliding deep into my throat. I gagged, my breath catching, tears pricking my eyes-but instead of pulling away, I relaxed, letting him take what he wanted. A soft, sinful giggle slipped out of me, vibrating around him.

"Yeah... that damn mouth," he groaned. "I love it. Yeah."

He fucked my mouth slowly at first, then deeper, more demanding. I sucked greedily, hollowing my cheeks, meeting every thrust like I was made for it. My pussy clenched tightly, slick heat pooling between my thighs. I could feel myself dripping, aching, my body begging for more.

"I love how you suck me, bitch."

The word sent a shiver through me. He tugged my hair sharply, turning me, but I only laughed, breathless and eager. I pulled back just enough to run my tongue along his shaft, tasting myself on him, before wrapping my lips around him again. I hummed softly, the vibration making him groan as I took him deeper.

He was so strong-solid, overwhelming-and yet there was something dangerously tender beneath it all, something that made my chest tighten even as my body burned.

"Yeah... fuck-pussy, I'm cumming-"

I pulled away suddenly, pushing him back onto the bed before he could finish. I climbed over him, straddling his hips, my hair falling messily around my face.

"Come in me, Daddy," I said breathlessly, stroking his cock while grinding my soaked pussy against it.

"Bad girl," he growled, sucking in a sharp breath.

I gasped as I tried to guide him inside me, desperate to feel him stretch me open, but he stopped me. Even then-even on the edge-he smiled, slow and controlled.

"You don't know how dangerous your pussy is, do you?"

Heat rushed to my face. I shook my head slightly, feeling shy for just a second. Instead, I lifted his cock and dragged it slowly through my wet folds, letting him feel just how ready I was. He slid against my clit, teasing, circling it, making my insides clench hard.

"Daddy... yeah... I love your dick," I moaned, my voice breaking. "Oh God-oh my heavens-"

"I want to fuck your pussy," he said darkly. "I love it. Damn, I'm cumming for you... just like that. Ride it like you mean it."

I did. I rocked my hips, grinding down, pushing his cock against my clit again and again until my moans filled the room, loud and unashamed. My hand pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath my palm.

"You'll regret making me cum this hard," he warned, his voice thick.

"I want to regret it, Daddy," I cried. "Yeah... oh my-"

His release hit hot and heavy against my clit, and I shuddered violently, my whole body shaking as pleasure ripped through me. I leaned forward, inhaling him, intoxicated.

"You smell so good," I whispered, lowering myself to lick him clean, tasting his cum slowly, deliberately, like it was mine.

He smiled, lazy and satisfied. "You're going to be my favorite bitch."

My eyes rolled back as pleasure still hummed through me, my body clenching instinctively around nothing, wanting him again already.

"Now," he said, gripping my shoulders, flipping the power back into his hands, "I'm going to teach you not to make a grown man this horny."

"Ruin me, Master," I whispered without hesitation.

I sucked in sharply as he slid his cock between my thighs, pressing against my slick skin.

"Open those legs, baby."

His eyes locked into mine, intense, unreadable, as I spread wider.

"Wider," he warned softly. "Before I spank you."

I obeyed instantly, my thighs trembling as he slammed his cock against my clit, making me cry out.

"I love how drippy you are," he murmured. "Tell me what you want, my bitch."

"Fuck me," I breathed. "Fuck me like you hate me. Make me yours."

His smile turned slow and dangerous.

"Tell me how it makes you feel."

He dragged the head of his cock over my clit hood again, deliberately torturing me. I gasped, struggling to form words.

"I won't repeat myself."

"Don't stop," I cried. "I love how you make me feel-your cock-I love your cock-ohhh-"

He lifted my legs higher, spreading me completely open, his gaze dark as he stared at my soaked pussy.

"So pretty."

"I'm wet for you," I whispered, my voice shaking. "My pussy is yours to destroy."

His grin turned wicked, predatory.

"I'm going to destroy you, kitten."

And then-slowly, deliberately-he pushed in.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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