"Your love ain't what I need" he looked intensively in my eyes, with lust and intense desire hooded in his eyes. His body pressed against mine on the wall, his left held my hands above my head, and he groped my left breast with his right hand -his fingers pinched my nipples teasingly. "What I want is your body, to be buried deeply in you, and to feel every inch of you" his minty breath fanned my face, and sent shivers down my spine. "I'll worship your body, and fûck you so hard until you totally forget about your other fuçk buddies!" he growled possessively. Finding the wait too long, I grabbed his necktie and crashed my lips on his. "Just fuçk me already!" I moaned throatily against his lips. >><< Stella McCartney was supposed to be a nun (a reverend sister), but because of a situation she was kidnapped and separated from her family, she was raped mercilessly by drug dealers and her dream of becoming a nun was shattered, and she ended up becoming a sex addict. Now she only wanna become a pornstar, but unfortunately, that dream was shattered too when she met Ferguson Ansaldo Alfonso who is obsessed with sex, he doesn't go a day without sex and now, he's vowed never to let her go. What happens when these two sex obsessed freaks signed a contract, to be each other's sex toy?
Stella's point of view.
"Arghhhh" he groaned underneath me. "Fu*k this dî*k like it's your last meal on earth!" he moaned, and spanked my a*s very hard as I bounced on his hard dî*k.
I placed my hand on his chest, then continued bouncing very fast, in fact, hundred percent faster than before, and rhythmically against him.
"Oh, fu*k, yeah" he grunted out. "That's it, that's it bit*h!" he spanked me again, before putting his hands behind his head and watched me fu*k him.
Another came in front of me, he held my head in place and shoved his fattened dî*k in my mouth, then spanked my erected breasts.
"Suck it"
I was about sucking him as he had ordered, but another came in front of me and inserted two fingers inside me, then began finger fu*king me as fast as he could which stopped all my performances, and my body started shaking as I felt a knot forming at the deepest part of my stomach.
I grabbed his shoulders, closed my eyes but opened my mouth, and released a scream as I came undone on his fingers.
"Fuc*ccck!" I screamed loudly.
But he didn't stop finger fuçking me, rather he increased his pace but...
"CUT!" we heard an angry growl, and he quickly pulled his fingers out of me.
I quickly jumped off the guy I was riding, and someone threw a towel at me which I quickly wrapped around my chest.
"What in God's fu*king name were you doing, Stella?!" he roared as he approached me.
I stared at him with a frown as I wondered what I've done wrong this time, this director has never been satisfied with my efforts.
"I said squirt for the camera, not cum for the camera!" he snapped. "Why did you cum?!"
"I'm sorry director, I was just... "
"You were just what?" he cut me off.
I wanted to explain myself, but he didn't give the chance to explain.
"You're auditioning for a spot in YUMMY KISS PRODUCTION HOUSE, Stella, not some quack production house" he emphasized on each of his words.
Yummy kiss production house is one of the best, no.. it's the best production house in all of Canada, and they provide the best porn films so far, hence they have very high expectations during auditions.
And sadly, this is my fifteenth audition which I gave my all, but I think it still wasn't good enough.
"Listen, Stella, let me tell you something real quick" the director placed his right hand on my shoulder. "I don't think you're cut out for this profession, because you've got little to no skills"
My eyebrows furrowed immediately he said those last words, like shît, I just gave my best performance.. ok, that wasn't my best performance, but I tried.
"... I don't think anyone would be turned on if they watched your video"
"What?"
"Yes" he looked in my eyes. "You've got no skills, no feelings at all, one gets a place in yummy kiss production house with this sloppy skills of yours"
He turned away from me, and started talking to the guys that were auditioning with me.
He threw an arm around the guy that was shoving his dîck in my mouth, and smiled as he say something to him in a low voice.
Hold on a sec, what does this mean?
Where do I stand right now? Did I manage to secure a place here?
"Excuse me, director" I couldn't help, but called for his attention once again.
"Yes?" he answered, and turned around with an offended frown on his face.
"Uh, so... what do you say? Did I..."
"No" he interrupted me. "Pack your stuff and see yourself out"
"Director, give me another chance... "
He raised his hand to stop my explanation.
"We've been giving you second chances until now, Stella, this is your fifteenth audition and it's obviously time to say goodbye to you"
"But I... "
"The exit is that way" he pointed at the door, then turned away from me and continued talking with the guys.
I inhaled deeply, then dropped my head as I exhaled sharply, before heading towards the changing room to get change.
•••••••••••
Third person's point of view.
Ferguson watched as the slim, blonde hair girl twisted her flexible body around the pole, another girl poured some olive oil all over the blonde's body, while she continued twisting sexily, yet skillfully around the pole to the rhyme of the faint upbeat music playing in the background.
Her see through crop top clearly revealed her swollen breasts and pink nipples, while her exposed skin glittered attractively in the dim light kissing her skin.
His grip on the whip in his hand tightened, a satisfied smirk tugged his lips and his eyes lit up mischievously -she's a skilled pole dancer and he's obviously enjoying her dance.
She flashed him a flirtatious smile as she stretched out one of her beautiful, long legs, and Ferguson smirked in anticipation of her next move, but sadly her white panty suddenly ripped open in the middle, and he angrily slammed the whip on the table.
"What the fu*k?!" Ferguson cursed loudly.
He reached for a remote control on the table, and angrily turned off the music.
Which made the blonde stopped her performance immediately, then jumped off the pole onto her feet, and bowed her head in fear.
"Rob!" He called.
"Yes, sir"
Someone answered from outside the door, and a man who seem to be Ferguson's mate rushed in.
"Mr Alfonso" Rob informed Ferguson of his presence in the room.
"What did you tell me about this girls?"
Rob glanced at the girls with a very deep, dissatisfied frown and cleared his throat inaudibly.
"Matt said they passed the audition, sir" he answered.
There was silence in the room as Ferguson fixed his glaring eyes on the girls, who in turn bowed their heads, and dared not take a peek at his expression.
He released a sigh after a while.
"I've laid down the rules and qualifications for getting employed into yummy kiss production, I believe everyone is aware of them"
Rob nodded. "Yes, sir"
"Did watch their performance?"
"Yes, sir"
Ferguson paused, and glared at the trembling girls again.
"And from what you've watched, do you think they are good enough for my production house?"
Rob shook his head in disagreement
"No, sir" he answered.
"Call Matt immediately, and tell him he's fired!"
"Yes, sir"
Rob faced the girls and signaled them to leave, they nodded and left quickly without grumbling or trying to beg for a second chance, because they know it's useless, since Ferguson's very strict when it comes to employing actresses into his production house.
"Has there been any auditions lately?" Ferguson asked.
"Yes" Rob turned back to him. "I heard Matt is holding another audition today, and from what I heard those candidates are very good"
Ferguson nodded slowly, he reached for his packet of cigarettes and pulled out a stick.
"Make sure I get their video first thing tomorrow morning"
"Yes, sir"
Ferguson stood up and walked towards his mini bar, while Rob quickly trailed along.
"Organize some girls, and make sure they're better than me in bed"
"Sir?"
Rob stopped on his tracks and tilted his head as a confused frown swallowed his face, he couldn't help but wonder if anyone's ever better than his boss in bed.
"Any problem?" Ferguson asked.
"Not at all, sir" he cleared his throat. "But you're a pro and it's gonna be very hard to find someone who's better than you"
Ferguson frowned slightly.
"Have you seen me in bed before?"
Rob's cheeks turned red as he coughed in embarrassment.
"I've heard your one nightstand talking about how good you are"
Rob coughed once more, and continued talking.
"Uh, there won't be any need for arranging any girls, sir"
Ferguson raised his eyebrows at him (Rob) to elaborate his words.
"Mr Jonathan's nightclub is opening tonight and he's already sent you an invite, he said he's got good girls waiting for you"
Ferguson smirked as he began imagining how good the girls would be, then he nodded, and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Then let's go clubbing tonight!"
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Catherine believes in love and happy endings, she believes life's a fairy tale and everyone just needs to meet their Mr. Right. But then she met Lucifer, and he turned her life upside. Then she began questioning everything she's believed in.
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"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Kira, I can hear myself again!!' She squealed happily. All the pain she felt from the beatings the rogue gave her didn't matter anymore. She finally got her voice back. ' Your voice is back!' Kira said almost immediately. ' Now we can finally talk to our mate' She squealed happily too. All the excitement Haven had felt a moment again dissipated into thin air. ' Mate?' Her eyes immediately flew to the man holding her. She had completely forgotten she was in the arms of this .. This ' Man'. Haven looked at him in disgust. His hands were still hovering in the air as he looked at her, a blank expression on his face. " What do you think you're trying to do?!" Haven could feel the rage locked up within her for all these days started to surface. Just looking at his face made Haven want to kill him over and over again. What sort of a sick joke was Selene playing with her? How can the one person she hated turn out to be her fated mate?
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”