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An heir to an empire, Christopher ends up obsessed with Melanie, a lawyer representing shareholders who seek to take his fortune after his father's death. Gradually, he tries to buy everything around her to leave her with no option but to stay with him. However, while using these resources, he ends up discovering a web of mysteries behind his heritage and dealing with twists of feelings and desires.
He couldn't remember exactly the purpose of his trip, whether it was to ride on the farm, reminisce a little about the old days when he was in the countryside, where the horizon never ended and he could just feel the thrill of controlling that animal, as he wanted, even being so powerful, strong, fast, or if it was riding, in another sense, where he was the animal, with such power, strength, intensity, but he was also the dominator, he was the one who decided the rhythm, when to stop, even if to satisfy. There were so many options, in that place he had a real menu.
He liked the ones that did nothing but obey. If he told her to crouch, she would crouch, if he told her to rear, she would rear. If he told her to suck, she would. Exactly the way he wanted, without inventing, without being creative, without saying anything, preferably without even moaning, perhaps as discreet as she could be. He wanted to feel total mastery. Not that, every now and then, someone didn't try something different. He knew one of the maids who always decided to want to take care of everything. He wanted to throw him on the bed, take her clothes off... But soon he was putting her in what he considered her rightful place. He was the one in charge.
"If you're going to take my clothes off, it'll be when I want and in the way I want. Now, actually, I want you to just use your mouth to get every piece of my clothes off.
If he still heard a but... she would surely be punished. He would have to work a lot harder. And he was creative enough. He always had an extra place to make her stick her tongue or an extra time to massage her back using her breasts...
But at the end of the day, when he really wanted to have fun, he ended up calling the "little one." He didn't like knowing names. He gave them little nicknames, with features he found most graceful, which he considered their "charm".
The little one was the most driven. This season there was a day when he even called her twice. He didn't like it for the same reason he didn't use names.
"I can't get involved, Lourdes!" She was the only one he made an exception for in that place, after all, he didn't have sex with her. The 64-year-old cook was also something of a pimp for the boss. "You need to find another one like 'small,'" Christopher continued. 'Do you need more money?' That's it?
Lourdes made a whole gesture of denial.
"No way, it's all right, all right! I'll find it, it's just not very easy, sir!
'The problem is always money!' You well know! Listen, don't think low! Don't think you'll offend me if I ask for more. If you know of someone who would take it for more, find out the price! But it has to be someone like I told you, a real doll! This little one, she's perfect, she still makes some faces that you like, you know? She does everything I say and still makes me realize that she enjoys it, without reacting. I imagine it's very difficult to teach that... But you're going to have to figure out how to find that person. It has to be soon, because I can't stay here like this anymore. I don't want our deal to end!
His veiled threat made Lourdes shiver with nerves. What he got from Chris was more than his father's full year's salary, which was a lot for the standard of living there. Her daughter had an illness that required expensive and complicated treatment. Chris started out helping and soon became a trusted person in her family. But Lourdes always knew that the boy was perverted and that he had no limits to what money could buy. Soon, interests converged and the farm, which was already the main destination for his national holidays, became even more interesting.
The next day, Lourdes showed up with a girl.
"Mr. Christopher, this is Made" She was immediately interrupted.
"Ms. Lourdes, no names, haven't we already agreed on that? Lucky for you, my memory is short and I'm not even sure what I was babbling anymore."
Chris took the young woman by the hand, twirled her like a twirl in a dance, taking in every detail of her body.
"Did this nice lady explain what I'm looking for?" He could make a simple question, filled with confidence and desire in his voice, sound absolutely seductive. It was barely possible to hear her answer, with a few quick shakes of the head indicating yes. Her nervousness was blatant.
"Stay calm, I don't bite!" At least not the first time, I don't want to scare you. I promise I will be very affectionate. Definitely better than your boyfriend. He touched her back gently with the back of his hand, very gently and she shivered, giving a slight groan.
"I... I've never had a boyfriend..." Her answer, in a whisper, left Chris stunned.
"Did you bring me a virgin, Lourdes?" I knew you wouldn't let me down. But she is of legal age, you took her documents, right? Won't fix it for my head, huh!
"Of course, boss, of course! She's a full nineteen years old, I've memorized it to the day if you need to! I looked at the ID, all right! Sure!"
The poor lady seemed to be afraid of him, perhaps it was the way he spoke that intimidated her from the start.
"Perfect, nothing a little encouragement won't fix, is it?" Are you seeing only? Now you can go, you will be very well rewarded. I think we're going to waste a lot of time here! Don't even call me for someone's death, I'm now going to show the "virgin" what real pleasure is!
Lourdes thanked her and left quickly.
Chris was stunned by her newest addition. He kissed her mouth and was sure she didn't really have much experience.
"Stay calm! I'm going to teach you. Don't do anything with the tongue. You're going to feel mine inside your mouth and then you're going to try to imitate it, okay?"
She did exactly as he said. No one had ever done that to her. The few boys she dated never said anything and she believed her kiss was delicious for them, despite herself feeling nothing but disgust, most of the time. But in that moment, the slide of Chris' tongue across her lips, inside her mouth, the sensations he caused, so softly, that was really good. It didn't take much for her to get the hang of it and do the same.
"Hmm! Now yes! This is a real kiss. Maybe you can have an even better lesson than doing it with your mouth and tongue if I show you in another more sensitive area."
He took her dress off, laid her on the bed, ripped off her panties and went straight between her legs. She realized she was hot and wet, as she couldn't remember having been before, at least not at that intensity.
What she started to feel went against everything she'd believed until then. She thought she was frigid, that the problem was her, but her loud, uncontrolled moans and her first orgasm in less than a minute showed that she was the opposite of that. Another wall that had just collapsed inside her was the fact that she imagined Chris would be the last straw in her expectation of enjoying sex one day. That he would be an idiot who would just take her for his own satisfaction and spit her out of the room within minutes. She wasn't wrong about Chris seeking self-fulfillment, she just didn't think what he was doing was very pleasurable for him.
When, finally, Chris took off his clothes and the girl almost went into cardiac arrest as she admired his entire body, Lourdes bursts through the door, almost knocking her over, in tears.
"For God's sake, Ms. Lourdes!" What happened? - They both ran to cover their parts, while the woman in the doorway of the room, looking choked, tried to speak.
"Your father... Your father... Chris... He's dead!"
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Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
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COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...