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MONALISA I had always believed that I was insensitive to a man's touches. My last experience had made me believe so much in that but my belief changed that one night. A mistake brought me down on my knees in front of my father's best friend, Lucius Devine. It was a mistake that should have never been repeated but I could not help it. I could not help wanting him more than I should ever want my father's best friend. Yes I did, I wanted him, wanted to call him daddy and wanted him to have me as he pleased. And I knew... Behind his restraints, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. YES DADDY....

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise?

Ethan Miller was the hottest guy in Greenville High School. Girls loved him, guys wanted to be him. He just had one problem, Corey Price. Corey Price was the complete opposite of Ethan. Ethan did not like his lingering looks and admiring glances. It made him furious. Corey was the bane of his existence. Ethan's solution was to beat and torment Corey and make his school days unbearable. Corey's wounds never healed. His fondness of Ethan turned into hatred and he vowed to never forgive him. But, he spent years working on himself and has emerged a stronger, better person, ready to take on new challenges. Finally confident, he's about to take on a new job. Until he discovered who his new boss was. It was none other than the monster himself. Ethan Miller

You may ask how I got in this position. The position where i;m in bed with my gay best friend, while his boyfriend watches with hungry eyes. Let’s just say... it started with a broken heart, a ruined plan, and one reckless, desperate request. I was supposed to lose my virginity to someone safe, someone I loved. Instead, I caught him cheating at the worst possible moment, right before I was about to hand him everything. In the aftermath, I asked the only person I trusted. My best friend Zain. The problem was... Zain's gay, and he wasn't single either. Now, pleasure, shame, and temptation blur into something I can't control. And the worst part? I don’t know if I want to stop. A filthy, emotional, no-holds-barred dark romance where first times are anything but innocent.

"You have no idea what you've done to me. I've been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me." His grip tightened. "I'm not letting that go. I'm not letting you go. F*ck the friendship. I want you." I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip. "I don't just want to f**k you—I want to keep you. You're my favorite sin, and I'll commit it again and again until you understand you're mine." His lips twitched a little. "You've always been mine, Savannah." ****** Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

"We get married. For two years. Publicly. Legally. The whole deal." I blinked. Then laughed—a short, breathless sound. "You're joking." "I'm not," Andrew said, eyes unwavering. " You need protection from Nathan. I need access to destroy him. You were the one part of his life he never controlled. Now you'll be the weapon that ends him." Nathan Frank—my husband of two years. Charismatic. Powerful. And utterly unfaithful. I thought I was coming home to surprise him after a work trip. Instead, I opened the bedroom door and found him tangled in the sheets with someone I never expected. Someone whose face I barely glimpsed before she ran like a thief. But I know that face. Because it's identical to mine. Julia—my twin sister. My blood. My betrayer. That night destroyed everything: my trust, my identity, my carefully built life. Now Nathan wants a clean divorce, and Julia stands by his side, unapologetic… pregnant. But I won't be their collateral damage. With Andrew—Nathan's former best friend turned sworn enemy—I strike a deal. A marriage of convenience. A partnership built on strategy, not love. Two years to regain control. To uncover the truth. To bring them both down. Because this is no longer just about betrayal. This is war.

He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your *ss." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "F*ck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your *ss." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the f*ck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his c*ck sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.