Warning: Strong language, Sexually explicit, use of weapons and knives, murders and sexual aggravations, please read with discretion, only should be read by people above the age of 18. Stanley Rodriguez was on a mission to take over another mafian empire, which happened to be a threat to his business, when he met a femme fatale named Martina, aka Midnight. He lost every bit of control to this assassin seductress before he could even realise it, but Midnight was also lost in his arms, so together, they were strong enough to conquer the Rodriguez mafia gang. "Every time I look at you, I get weak in the knees, like my legs lose their bones at the sight of you. You are the perfect description of divinity in persona; kiss between my thighs and fondle my breasts, for I am yours eternally."
"Midnight," Stanley breathes as he studies the black and white image of himself, clutched in his right hand. A moment ago when he walked into his office with his team behind him; he noticed a picture and a note pinned by a dagger to the oakwood desk. She didn't have to sign the note for him to know it was Midnight. Her infamous M/O was enough to send shivers of fear down anyone's spine. No matter how fearless you think you are or how untouchable you are, no matter how much you think you can run from her; you can't.
Once you're marked by Midnight you'll be dead within the next twenty-four hours.
"You've been marked," Mario, Stanley's explosives expert, gasps in shock.
"Yes," He confirms. "Although, for some reason, I don't feel as if she wants to kill me." Seeing their looks he adds. "Not now, at least."
"What do you mean?" Alessio, his head of security asks. "You know how it works with Midnight. Once you're marked you'll be dead come next evening."
"The note," He says sliding the note across the smooth desk towards his team. "They say you know when you're about to die. You have a feeling. No matter how much you crave death, no matter if you wish it upon yourself; you know. For me, I'm not afraid of dying. I've felt the presence of death far too many times. I don't feel like I did when I was shot in Bangkok. I don't feel like I did when my father attempted to assassinate me. I don't feel anything."
"Perhaps you feel nothing because you've accepted death," Devina, his weapons specialist remarks. "You have welcomed death far too many times. You don't fear dying. You've embraced it."
"No," Says Marvin, his right hand and the most intelligent person Stanley has ever met besides her. "The quote Midnight used talks about life going on. She is either mocking the fact that she will be killing you in the near future or she is saving your life. The quote could mean someone is after you and beseeched of her assistance to take care of the job and she left this as a warning to watch your back."
"Marvin, have you lost your mind?" Devina asks her brother seriously. He quirks his right brow at her question. "Midnight is ruthless. She kills with no mercy, she'll kill anyone no questions asked. The woman is a legend for a reason. She has and will never leave a target breathing."
"No, Devina I have not lost my mind." Marvin huffs. "It's just a theory. I've never seen her mark in person, but I've also never heard of her leaving anything other than the picture. This is a message of some sort."
"I completely agree," Anderson, Stanleys' hacker says.
"As do I," Mario and Alessio say in unison.
"Robert Frost," Stanley muses. "The world's deadliest woman enjoys poetry."
"Indeed I do," A voice says to the left of him. All seven heads, including his sharply turn towards the balcony where a woman dressed in a black trench coat and a fedora leans against his open balcony door. Her head is angled down so the only thing visible is her tan sharp angular cheekbones, her blood-red lips, and her thick black hair. Hair so black the black hole would be jealous.
"You'll look at me when you speak," Stanley commands in a deadly calm tone. She throws her head back and laughs. He glimpses a black lace mask covering half her face. Her eyes shine bright with amusement, overshadowing the pain and emptiness her eyes are rumored to hold.
"I'm sorry," She speaks once she recovers from her fit of laughter. "I just find it amusing you think I'll give in to your commands." She pauses to put her hands in her coat pocket. "The only time I'll look at you when I speak is when the life is draining out of your eyes by my hand."
The room is silent. Not a single sound is heard.
"Fortunately, for you, that won't be for a long time." The corner of her mouth tilts slightly, not enough to be qualified as a smile. "Scruffy is right the note I left is a message and I will continue to leave you a message every day until I decide to kill you." She slowly walks backward to the ledge of the balcony. "Now all you have to do is figure out that message." She gracefully hops onto the ledge of the balcony. "Have a nice rest of your evening, ladies and gentlemen." And with those parting words, she falls backward off the ledge.
Alessio, Mario, and Devina run to the ledge, looking down trying to find where she went while Anderson, Marvin, and Stanley stand dumbfounded, trying to wrap their heads around what just happened.
"Scruffy," Marvin hisses. "She called me scruffy."
Devina, Alessio, and Mario come back from the balcony just as Raymond and Mia walk through the office doors. Mia frowns when she notices the expressions of her friends.
"What the hell did we miss?" She questions.
"Oh you know, just your everyday death threat." Anderson shrugs as if it's no big deal.
"Was it the Columbians?" Raymond asks.
"We don't know," Stanley holds up the picture for them to see. Raymond and Mia gasp in unison. "Midnight just paid us-me a little visit. Marvin will explain everything I need to kill some people." He sighs before starting towards my office door.
"Wait!" Mia shouts. Stanley stops in his tracks with his hand on the doorknob. He doesn't bother to turn around as she continues. "Don't you want to know whether you're having a niece or nephew?" Stanley turns around. Raymond and Mia now have the room's undivided attention.
"We're having a girl!" She says excitedly as tears stream down her cheeks. Devina and Mario engulf her in a hug as Anderson punches Raymond in the jaw. Alessio rushes to check on him as Marvin and Stanley stand still not knowing what to do.
"First you knock my sister up!" Anderson seethes. "And with a girl imagine the amount of people we are going to have to kill for looking at her inappropriately." His eyes widen in realization before a smile graces his features. "Imagine all the little dicks I'll get to cut off. Oh, I love you, Zozo! Thank you for knocking my sister up!" He gushes going in for a hug. Raymond pushes him away in disgust as they all laugh at Anderson's antics.
Anderson goes in for another hug, this time successfully succeeding. "Get off of me you fat fuck!"
"Mia!" Anderson whines. "Tell your baby daddy to stop being mean to me."
Mia gives Anderson a deadpan look. "Did you not just punch my baby daddy in the face?"
Anderson smiles innocently. "That's ancient history just like your baby daddy." Anderson lowers his voice to a whisper. "You had to pick the old man?"
"I'm only thirty-two," Raymond protests.
"Like I said old," Anderson replies. "Once you hit thirty you're old."
"You do realize you will be 'old' soon, right?" Raymond deadpans.
"I got six years," Anderson dismisses.
"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," she whimpers, her voice more desperate as I bite into her skin. I stop and smirk against her neck, savoring her submission. I pull back, admiring her. She's a beautiful, needy mess, just for me. "Was that so hard, Sia?" I tease, enjoying the control I have over her. They were forced into a marriage, but fate had other plans. What started with resentment turned into something deeper. She wanted to hate him, but he replaced all her anger with tenderness. "It's hard to explain," I sigh. "I'll listen, baby," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "Just talk to me, please."
If it were up to him, he would have broken her into pieces and never put her back together. Instead, he let her build herself up, watching her fall and rise, die and live, float and drown, all while controlling her body like putty in his hands. Dominic was never gentle; his methods were unique. He understood her completely and used her own strengths against her. Sheila knew what she was getting into, but nothing could have prepared her for Dominic who made everyone obey him, including her. How would she survive his ways, or could she even survive at all?
Warning: Reader's discretion is advised, gun violence, assault, sexually explicit, violence and use of strong and abusive words "No matter how gloomy he seemed, I could spot a tiny angelic spark in his eyes. "Stop, we cant be doing this!" I shouted, but my words were cut short as he forcefully pressed me against the wall. I almost choked on my breath, feeling the intensity of his action. His adorable blue eyes stared into mine, making every bone in my body go weak. He smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on me. "You got too comfortable with me, doll, but I haven't revealed Huncho's true capabilities to you," he muttered. Breaking our eye contact, he leaned in close to my neck. My heart raced in sync with his, and every breath he took sent tingles across my body. Fearful of my own words, I bit my tongue. "And I don't think you want to know," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine as his words tickled my ear. I took a deep breath, attempting to gather my thoughts. Returning to meet my gaze, he sought to gauge his impact on me. However, I resisted, smirking as I lowered my chin and looked up at him. "You're all talk, Huncho," I whispered, not even blinking. I noticed a gulp rising in his throat, strengthening my smirk. "Even when I'm in your grasp, you're still under my control."
"Nivea never imagined that her life could take a stranger turn than working as a waitress at an exclusive erotic masquerade ball for the ultra-wealthy. However, everything changed when she captured the attention of her stunning billionaire boss, Christian Bart. What initially began as a night of anonymous indulgence swiftly evolved into a whirlwind of emotions, propelling Nivea into the harsh realities of the affluent and influential. Christian Bart: I've never been captivated by a woman, and I've certainly never experienced love because, to me, it's nothing more than a fabricated illusion, a chemical deception posing as momentary madness. It's all a strategic exchange, but for individuals like me, it's a cutthroat takeover. At least, that's what I convinced myself. Then, that tempting young woman entered my world and turned everything upside down. Nivea James: Talk about a bizarre night. I faced harassment, assault, and termination (not necessarily in that order) before spontaneously igniting into unbridled sexual passion with my former boss. And Christian Bart wasn't just a sophisticated billionaire and an untouchable green tech mogul. From his deep blue bedroom eyes to his emanation of restrained power, he posed a danger to both my well-being and my undergarments. We were a fleeting enchantment, an extraordinary accident that left my legs trembling and my body yearning for much more.
Emily Larson is a well-educated virgin who's decided to save herself for marriage, and she's quite knowledgeable about the ins and outs of intimate positions. Her story unfolds as she catches the eye of a CEO billionaire, Liam Robert, a man of multiple facets. Liam Robert is not just a wealthy businessman; he's also an advocate for various important causes like world hunger, clean energy, and environmental issues, making him a prominent figure in the tech industry. Despite his philanthropic efforts, he's known for his playboy persona, often surrounded by a bevy of women. Liam's charm and charisma are as notorious as those of Tony Stark's. Emily works at an exclusive country club and finds herself spellbound by Liam, even though she's aware that she's far from his usual crowd. She secretly admires him from a distance, but Liam never seems to acknowledge her beyond the role of a mere servant. Emily understands the harsh reality of beauty standards, and she believes herself to be far from Liam's league. In an attempt to move on, Emily starts dating an average guy she met on Tinder, Matt. He's cute and likable, but Liam's allure keeps pulling her back in. When Liam unexpectedly becomes her knight in shining armor, their story takes a wild turn. The playboy billionaire starts showing genuine interest in the seemingly not-so-innocent bartender. The story promises a rollercoaster ride of rags to riches, the taming of a player, and the transformation of a sex-driven man into a potential husband. Along the way, love triangles, jealous boyfriends, fame, paparazzi, Twitter hate comments, lavish nights out, and an escape to an island add drama to their budding relationship. Emily Larsson chooses to lose her virginity to the daring billionaire, Liam, or will she stay committed to her first boyfriend, Liam? Read on to uncover the passionate and tumultuous journey that awaits them. After all, being pure doesn't mean being inexperienced, and locked cherries can drive any man crazy.
(!8+, sexual content and strong language) "The taste of you is divine, feels like i'm fucking an angel. Ivy, take my soul, i'm all yours" Murphy said Billionaire technology visionary Ivy Vanderwalt embarked on a mission to improve the world alongside the six men she holds dear to her heart. Yet, her pursuit of success exacted a profound toll. Now, faced with an unrelenting and formidable menace born from the very technology she pioneered, she must muster every ounce of her strength to safeguard not only those she loves but also herself from this relentless adversary. Murphy has always been a beast in bed. He knew the exact place to stroke, how hard and how quickly to make me lose my mind. I straddled him, riding his cock with my eyes trained on Will's as the bastard grinned scandalously. Moaning lowly, I clinched down as tightly as possible. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." Murphy groaned beneath me. I held his hands as they settled on my breasts, squeezing and pinching my erect nipples. "I could watch this view all day for the rest of my life." "Some of us want to taste the view too. You can't hog all the cookies. There's always been plenty to go around." Bradley commented, sidling up next to the bed, nude. "Are you still on your period, Murf? A little tense?" He ran his eyes down my bouncing frame. "Because just a few minutes inside her should cure whatever the fuck it was that crawled up your ass and died." ***This is a reverse harem story. It features a single woman with six men.***
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
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