Bondage

“Whose touch made you cry for more tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Yours,” I whispered, my voice unsteady. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me closer, his words rough against my spine. “Liar. She trembled for me.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude murmured, his breath hot at my throat. “Let her beg until she remembers who she belongs to.” I was shaking, caught between them, their shadows and their heat pressing in from every side. All I could do was breathe, “Yes… don’t stop.” And they didn’t. Like they never could. Like I was theirs, all three of theirs. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire—died. Her mother, broken with grief, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with debts threatening to drown her, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer themselves to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something shifted the moment they touched her. Now they want her—claimed, marked, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

Talon the Black is as his name suggests. Dominant. Heartless. Ruthless. King of the Lycans, Talon is madly in love with his mate, Willow, but things start to fall apart when she cannot bear him a child. Driven to desperation, Willow begs him to breed a filthy human and while Talon is reluctant to, he does as his beloved wants. Abused and maltreated by her parents, Avalyn has been sold by her father to the Lycans. Her life is even made worse when she realizes that she is to be the Lycan King’s breeder. She is to sleep with him and carry his child even though he is already married. It is a cold business exchange, her curvy body in exchange for an heir, nothing more. But what happens once this ruthless King starts to fall in love with her? Can they hide their forbidden love from Willow or would there be hell to pay once she finds out?

Sandra has a new job in a new city and she’s trying to find her footing and escape her past. When her friend calls her in for help with some deliveries she thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to make some extra money. She doesn’t expect that she’ll be walking into a new adventure with three masked men who will sweep her off her feet and make her forget her old life. Midnight Embers is one of the hottest bands around. The masked singers of the group are known for their exploits with the people who flock to their concerts. Desperate to get a taste of their darkness and to learn more about the men behind the masks. King, Demon, and Lover value their privacy and secrets. Secrets that the world isn't ready to know about, like the fact that they’re not human and never have been. When Sandra stumbles onto the shoot of their latest video, she has no idea that it will change her life. That she’ll belong to them in a way that she never thought possible. She’ll be their girl, their plaything, their toy. Giving them just what they need while remembering what it means to be wanted and desired. But what happens when the mask is ripped off and her past comes calling? Will Sandra still belong to the band or will she just be another groupie, tossed to the side after the fun is over.

BLURB; "Look at me!" Anderson demanded sharply, forcefully dragging her face to gaze at him while his fingers roughly squeezed her chin. He watched in delight as she s*ck*d in her breath, her eyes starting to grow teary at his rough demeanor. "My precious doe. You are mine. You got married to me, and so you will always have my mark on your body and no other man's. Have I made myself clear?!" He demanded and she nodded, her tears starting to streak down her cheeks. ~. .~ Ashley West never imagined she'd be married off to a stranger, but when her sister's deception is uncovered by the man her sister was set to marry, she becomes the price for her family's freedom! Blindfolded and half-naked, Ashley undergoes a humiliating bridal inspection, only to discover later that the man she was handed over to is her sister's fiancé—and the heir to San Francisco's richest family, Anderson Williams! This was not what she wanted! Never had she dreamt of being married, at least, not to a man who was ready to break her every single day without any emotion on display. As Anderson takes possession of his new bride, Ashley is forced to navigate a world of luxury and power, where she's nothing more than a pawn in a dangerous game. Ashley was determined to find her way out, away from such a man! But as the weeks turned into months, Ashley discovers there was more to Anderson than his cold exterior suggests. Drawn to her husband's enigmatic nature, Ashley finds herself falling for the man she was forced to marry. Their relationship is far from easy though, as Ashley's sister and scheming mother-in-law threaten to tear them apart. Can Ashley and Anderson overcome their differences and build a real marriage, or will they be forever trapped in a game of manipulation and deceit??

I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you" * * * * He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin. In the blink of an eye, Crystal sees her entire life crumble with the death of her parents and she is forced to take a job that she would never have thought off to make ends meet for her and her sister and pay of her gambling father's debt to a crime boss-- being a stripper. Just a glance on the doe-eyed milk skin beauty swinging her hips seductively on the pole and Leonardo already knew he had to have her as his. He had to claim her for himself. But he was everything she hated. She despised him and loathed his existence for the pain and anguish he had caused her and her sister. She swore never to succumb to him but what she didn't know was that he was also determined to show her that he would earn a place in her heart and life.

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favorite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

"I'm not yours!" I snap, my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at him. A wicked grin curls on his lips. "Oh, but you are, little deer. How can you even begin to deny it?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he drags his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply. "You let me touch you. Now, you. Are. Mine." I shake my head vigorously, my voice trembling as I stammer, "I... I wasn't awake. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was him!" The words spill out, more an attempt to convince myself than to sway him. His dark, sinister laugh reverberates as he presses closer, pinning me against the wall, his body a cage around mine. "Yet your eyes were fixed on his face, weren't they, little deer? Even as you came so hard around my fingers." He's right. My heart pounds as I recall the moment, my gaze locked on Justin, terrified he would wake and discover us. Luna thought she had everything she wanted—a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Justin, and a life that felt secure. But everything changed in a single, haunting night. For years, Luna had been living under the shadow of a mysterious stalker, someone who invaded her apartment, left unsettlingly sweet gifts, and even stole her clothing. She never imagined that the danger was closer than she could have ever suspected. After a night of partying, Luna drifts off to sleep between Justin and his best friend, Dante. But what she doesn't know is that Dante, the man she trusted, is the very stalker who has been obsessing over her for years. And now, with her so close, his twisted desires are becoming impossible to resist. Luna is about to discover that the real threat has always been lying right beside her.

Four stories. Four couples Four bikers. Danielle is shocked when her partner suggests an open relationship, furious she finds the closest bar and storms around there in a red dress, only to find it's a biker bar. She gets far more than she bargained for when one of the men becomes obsessed and doesn't want to give her up, even if she's in a relationship. She becomes known as Red, fierce, loyal and escaping her boyfriend who abused her. Vesper is Red's sister and has a hidden secret, she dissapears for years at a time because her job requires it. As a hired assasin, she constantly gets annoyed by the clubs cleaner, Ghost, and hate turns to lust, turns into something much darker. Davina has a stalker, but he's not the kind you expect. He fixes her sh*t, cooks for her, and even tips her thousands on her cam business, but he's also the ruthless Prez of the MC.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my *ss high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my *ss cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red *ss. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my p*ssy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

In the labyrinth of high-society vengeance, Luna Chase, the ostensible wife of elite businessman Eliot Hart, has played a dangerous game for three years: secretly keeping a "gentleman companion" to spite her unfaithful husband. Her plan seemed foolproof—until Eliot returns to New York with Isabelle Cole, his pregnant ex-lover, flaunting their "eternal love" to humiliate Luna. Just as she decides to cut ties with her discreet lover, Luna stumbles into a bombshell: the man who’s shared her bed, whispered secrets, and become her unexpected solace is none other than Xavier Voss—heir to the Voss Empire, the trillion-dollar dynasty that dominates Wall Street. Worse? He’s known her identity all along. For three years, he’s been hunting—not just her, but the power to unravel the very world that wronged him. Now, the game shifts. As Luna, draped in silk cheongsams, navigates charity galas and boardroom scheming to salvage her dignity, Xavier emerges like a storm. At a glittering fundraiser, he slams a bottle of 1982 Macallan on the table, eyes blazing: “Mrs. Hart—one bottle, and I’ll sink Eliot’s bid for the Hudson River Project. Or will you let him drown in his own lies?” When she retreats to her safe haven—the TV studio where she’s New York’s most beloved news anchor—he follows, a crisp checkbook in hand, smirk sharpening: “You think you can use a man like me and vanish? Darling, I’ve only just started collecting my debts.” And Eliot, ever the snake in tailored suits, wraps an arm around Isabelle’s swollen belly, his voice dripping with venom: “Luna Chase… you’re still as desperate as the day I married you. Pathetic.” But in this web of secrets, no one’s playing by the rules. Not the wife who thought she held the cards. Not the tycoon who swore he’d never fall. And certainly not the love that’s been simmering beneath the lies—hot enough to burn the entire city down.