After a breakup, I started an online romance with a younger guy. After spending the night with him, I planned to get dressed and leave. Who would have thought he was determined not to break up and became clingy...
After a breakup, I started an online romance with a younger guy. After spending the night with him, I planned to get dressed and leave. Who would have thought he was determined not to break up and became clingy...
The man in the suit was tightly bound with a tawny hemp rope.
He was on his knees, with a brilliant-hued rose held in his mouth.
I intertwined the ropes across his back, merging his wrists and arms into an intricate pattern of rope.
The man uttered a muffled groan, and two rose petals of sanguine hue dropped onto the floor.
I smiled slightly but did not stop.
His face appeared even paler, yet with a blood-red rose in his mouth, the contrast was strikingly vivid.
His muscles began to tremble slightly, and a coarse voice continuously emanated from his mouth.
I leisurely sat in front of him, my high heels clicking, and admired his appearance from above.
The man before me was strikingly handsome.
His beautiful eyes were half-closed, the elongated corners tinged with tears, exuding a pale yet brooding aura.
The red rose that was being lightly bitten in his mouth further accentuated his beauty of a combination of red and white.
This was the first male friend I met online, very young, only twenty-two.
We got acquainted via an online application. Since I learned about this thrilling and forbidden delight from this younger man, it was as if a new world had been unveiled to me. Every few days, when I was in a restless mood, during my menstruation, or when I was in a bad mood or unhappy, I would torment him severely.
He would do everything he could to make me happy; it was a mutual agreement.
Everything seemed to change three months ago, when I found out that my boyfriend had cheated on me.
My boyfriend, Richard Burton, was the one with whom I had been in a relationship for three years.
We were already discussing marriage, but because I refused to sleep with him, he turned to another woman. He even added insult to injury by calling me a hypocrite!
My parents are honest people, lifelong farmers. From my childhood, they had educated me that "Women should protect themselves well" and that premarital sexual activity was not permitted. As a result, I had a very strong sense of morality and had never slept with any man.
However, what was the use of being so conservative?
I was still a virgin at 27, and my boyfriend also cheated on me.
With an inner void, my friend downloaded the app for me and then I incidentally got to know this young and charming younger man before me.
Initially, it was just for fun and to vent.
But strangely, after a few encounters, I was not averse to him in the slightest. I even felt quite relished being coaxed by him and even had the intention of entrusting my first time to him.
Although it was my first time playing such a shameful game, I had fantasized about it countless times.
I subjected him to all kinds of humiliation and demanded from him at will.
Under my 'torment', he trembled with excitement.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in the bathtub, before the full-length mirror, we played our consensual games.
Indeed, there was a thrill in conquering a proud spirit.
Perhaps my smile carried a tinge of provocation, or perhaps it was overly brilliant.
In an instant, the man was captivated by my smile, as if driven mad by my provocation.
He appeared as if maddened by my provocation, gazing at my me, possessing an unyielding and fierce spirit, and then he lunged at me!
The game spiraled out of control!
I was so frightened I took a step back, trying to escape...
But I failed...
Afterwards, as I lay in a daze, still not fully recovered, the young man whispered teasingly in my ear, "Was it really your first time, Dolores? Do you like it when I'm bold? I can make you even happier... Is it that my figure is not attractive enough that you don't show any interest in my good looks any more..."
The man deliberately elongated the ending syllable and indolently raised his eyes, smiling at me.
I suddenly snapped awake!
Glancing at the young man who was lying on the bed, I was thoroughly perplexed.
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 heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Years ago, Cathy's husband threw himself into danger to save her. Then fate cut the cord-after the accident, he remembered everyone but the woman he'd once died for. On their third anniversary, he betrayed her, and that night she signed the divorce. Freed, she dusted off her hidden brilliance: miracle healer, racing legend, elite hacker, visionary designer. When his memories roared back, regret did, too. He stormed her wedding, pleading, "Cathy, please, one more chance!" But a certain trillionaire held her close and huffed, "Honey, someone's asking for trouble."
Taraji Inez Monroe was going through the toughest time of her life. Her mother had been diagnosed with a serious heart condition and needed emergency surgery to get a stent put in. The only problem was that the surgery cost a fortune, and Tara was desperate to find a way to save her mother's life. She had been blessed with good looks and a banging body, and she knew that there was only one thing she could sell to raise the money her mother needed. And what better place than a high-end club to kickstart her plan where she knew the highest bidders would be? As she made her way through the swarming mass of people, her gaze fell upon a man who emanated an aura of mystery. He was ruggedly handsome, with sharp features and a firm jawline. His eyes were deep-set and piercing. Despite his captivating appearance, there was an air of arrogance about him that made her hesitate and before she knew it, she was in his hotel room bent over. Antonio Nikos Valioso, the bipolar heir claimed her virtue in the most brutal way possible and then announced that he would marry her as tradition demanded. ...
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
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