He was rude, arrogant, aggressive, ruthless and dominating Mafia Boss, a frightening man. The whole world was under his feet. Nobody had ever dared to disobey him except one girl. Everybody was afraid of him but except one girl, that girl was badass, she was afraid of nothing in the world, she was a warrior, confident, fearless and brave businesswomen. She was the first girl who wasn't afraid of the Mafia boss; she had the audacity to challenge him, refuse his orders, argue with him, and flirt with him. In the beginning, he was annoyed that why she wasn't afraid of him and disobeying him. He tried everything to scare her, but she always shocked him with her braveness and boldness. He was finding her weaknesses and in the end, he himself became her first and only weaknesses, and she became his badass girl. A girl who was a pain in the ass of the mafia boss, how she became his badass girl? How he became ready to leave everything to protect her and to spend the rest of his life with her peacefully and how that girl changed the Mafia boss? If you want to know, then read the story of an arrogant Mafia boss and his badass girl. *** His hands explored every inch of her bare back, stirring desire and sending shivers down her spine. She pressed herself against his body, completely absorbed in the moment, forgetting about the whole world. She was melting with his touch. She whispered in the heat of the moment, "if this is the consequences of disobeying your order, then I'd break the rules over and over again." His lips curved into a smile against her lips. This time he cupped her face and kissed her very softly and chastely. "I like you and I want to make you my badass girl." She froze in place, her eyes dilated in shock. She couldn't believe that he had just confessed his love so lovingly. She was dazed, finding it hard to believe that the ruthless mafia boss stood before her. ***
In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door.
A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.
Following him, another figure in a black suit entered, Mike, Andrew's right-hand man. Andrew trusted no one but Mike, a brotherly bond forged through loyalty. Mike's unwavering priority was Andrew, and he would go to great lengths to protect his boss.
Upon Andrew's arrival, the men beating the suspended man halted their actions, bowing their heads in obedience.
Andrew opened the buttons and took off his coat, striding toward the tied-up men with a deadly glare in his eyes. He handed his coat to one of the men who had been beating the restrained man, and stood in front of him, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt. His fists clenched, he unleashed punches upon the tied man, venting his anger with each strike, causing the man to scream in pain.
"Tell me, who were you leaking our confidential information to?" He demanded in a stern tone. "You deceived me, and you know I despise traitors."
He grabbed a pistol from the table and pointed it menacingly at the injured man, his eyes filled with fury. "Do you wish to confess, or do you prefer death?" The man's eyes dilated in sheer terror.
"I... I was passing information with Mr. Richard,"he stammered, disclosing everything.
Andrew frowned upon hearing the name and shot the man in the forehead without hesitation.
"This is the fate of those who betray me. They either face immediate death or a living hell of endless suffering." He growled before storming out of the room.
He entered a luxurious guest room where a young woman was already waiting for him, in a revealing dress and high heels, ready to serve the mafia boss. He comfortably took a seat on the sofa, giving the girl a cold look. She sensually approached him, knelt in front of him, and unbuckled his belt.
He yanked her hair and barked, "Hurry up and do your job, then leave. I don't have the whole day to endure your presence."
The girl trembled in fear and hurriedly undid his jeans before pulling it down. First, she sucked him and then rode over him. He used sex as a means to vent his frustration and stress.
Afterward, he left the room, buttoning up his jeans. He proceeded to his lavish bedroom, dark and mysterious like his personality.
Inside, his most trusted maid, Marie, was tidying up the room. She was the only person granted access to his room, and he respected her.
"Prepare my clothes. I have a meeting to attend," he ordered, and she responded with a nod before proceeding to his walk-in closet.
He headed for a quick shower.
After shedding his clothes, he stepped into a quick shower, allowing the water to cascade down his well-toned, muscular body adorned with a six-pack. His mind was consumed by thoughts of the man he had killed earlier, struggling to comprehend the betrayal by one of his best men who had been leaking their secrets to their rivals.
He walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His fresh black tuxedo lay on the bed. With a swift motion, he discarded the towel, letting it land on the sofa before dressing in his suit. His attire, like his life, was devoid of color, a reflection of the darkness that surrounded him.
After putting on his watch, he stood before a large mirror, running a comb through his jet-black hair.
***
In a bar, an attractive young woman, wearing a strapless black dress, sat at the counter with her friends. Her long, chocolate-brown hair flowed down her back, complementing her captivating features - big, intoxicating eyes, sharp sensuous lips, a straight nose, and plump cheeks. She effortlessly drew the attention of everyone around with her stylish and alluring presence, holding a glass of wine.
"See you tomorrow, Chloe." Her friends said as they left, giving her warm hugs.
As Chloe watched her friends depart, her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on a captivating man in the private cabin, surrounded by well-dressed individuals. It was none other than Andrew Anderson, the owner of this exclusive club. He has clubs and lounges all over the world.
He was engrossed in a meeting when Chloe noticed him.
She gazed at his attractive face and body without blinking, completely enchanted by his sexy and perfect appearance. She admire him, biting her lower lip as she took in his sensuous and enticing lips. She felt an intense urge to feel his lips against her own and kiss them passionately.
"This man is incredibly hot and mysterious, just my type. I hope he notices me." She whispered to herself, closely observing every move of his, as if she were spying on him.
Suddenly, he shifted his dark and intense gaze toward her, causing her to quickly avert her eyes. However, she couldn't resist looking back at him, and their eyes locked, leaving her entranced by his intense and bewitching brown eyes. She completely forgot about the entire world around her.
'Why is this girl staring at me like this?' He wondered, arching his brows suspiciously and doubting her intentions.
"Fuck! This man is the death of me." She mumbled to herself, shaking her head before turning her face away. She downed a full glass of wine in one go.
Andrew signaled for one of his men to approach him, and he promptly came forward and bent down. He instructed him to escort that girl to the secret room for interrogation.
Two of his men forcibly dragging Chloe to the secret room. "Where are you taking me, you idiots? I'm warning you, leave me, or else you both will face the consequences." She warned them in a stern tone.
"Our boss wants to interrogate you." One of his men informed her, and she frowned, not knowing who their boss was. If she had known, she would have willingly gone with them because she wanted an opportunity to meet him.
"To hell with your boss and to hell with you," she growled at them and struck their groins with her knees. She fought with them as if she were a well-trained ninja.
After knocking them down, she swept her hair away from her face. They both groaned in pain, lying on the floor.
"I warned you both," she evilly smiled at them, straightening her dress and long black hair. She marched away with an attitude after glancing at them for the last time.
Andrew entered the secret room, and his eyes widened in shock as he found his men lying on the floor, beaten up.
"Who did this to both of you, and where is that girl?" he asked in anger.
They both glanced at each other in embarrassment, scared to admit to their boss that they had been beaten up by a girl. Their silence only fueled his anger.
"Are you both going to answer me, or do you want me to beat you both now?" he bellowed at them in fury.
"T-T-That girl beat us, boss," one of the men stuttered in fear.
"What! That girl beat both of you?" He asked in shock and disbelief.
"So I was right; that girl is a spy. A normal girl can't fight with my well-trained men like this," he murmured to himself, warily musing against the wall.
“Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?” He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak. “That you said ‘yes’ to marrying me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I’ll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. “Stay still if you don’t want me to make your night worse,” he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. “Happy anniversary, my fuck toy.” He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** “Fine. I’m leaving and never show you my face.” He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. “Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path which leads me to you both.”
He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * “Stand up and bend over the bench.” I comply with his orders. “Are you yearning for me, Wifey?” “Yes. I want to feel you deep inside me.” “But do you deserve it?” He taps his hardness on my wetness. “Just f**k me, Steve.” “Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little pussy this time. Understand?” “Yes.” “Good.” He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. “You’re my wife.” He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. “You belong to me”
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? *** “Please don’t punish me. I’ll be on time next time. It is just that-“ “If next time you speak without my permission, I’ll shut you up with my shaft.” My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** “You belong to me, Kitten.” He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. “I… be…long.. to you, Master…” I’m just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.
When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.
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 ass." 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. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." 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 fuck 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.
Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Chandler Su who had cheated by her boyfriend then got drunk at a bar. To take revenge, she grabbed a man randomly and took him to the room. After a crazy night, Chandler found the strange man was a super handsome guy the next morning. Shy and shocked Chandler run away after leaving 150 RMB and scorning the man of his poor bed skills. However, she never thought the story would become so dramatic as the next day, she found out that the new coming president of her company was exactly the man she slept the last night! Worse than that, this new boss seemed very narrow-minded as he asked Chandler to come to his office on the first day.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”