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The Underworld Queen's Second Contract

The Underworld Queen's Second Contract

Selene Voss died the same way she lived-betrayed, brought low, at the feet of the man she once called her husband. Her first life? Was a mess. They named her Underworld Queen, but it was meaningless. She married into the Voss Syndicate at nineteen and they took everything from her-every scrap of authority, every title she'd clawed into existence. Her own council killed her the moment they decided a woman didn't have the right kind of blood to lead. The last thing she felt wasn't fear. It was pure, burning anger. Then she wakes up-three years earlier, on the very night she's about to sign away her life in marriage to Damian Voss. The Syndicate's deadliest son. The man everyone gossiped about but nobody ever challenged. Now, Selene knows the traitors before they unmask themselves. She knows which friends will stab her in the back, the exact moments the knives will fly. This time, the contract isn't her surrender. It's her weapon. That said, Damian hasn't changed. He's still dangerous. Still fixated on a wife he once watched die, a woman he's never managed to figure out. He remembers nothing of the life where she died, but he can tell she sits across from him like she's already won. Like she's already seen him die. And instead of backing away, he wants her even closer. As Selene works from the shadows, piecing her strength together again-twisting old enemies into puppets, secrets into leverage-she realizes this marriage contract is more than a document. It's the start of a war. This time, she plans to live through it. And the husband she never meant to love? She might lose that battle, twice. "You died once already trying to leave me," Damian says, pulling the contract from her fingers. "I'm not letting you sign your way out again." Selene just grins. "Better read the fine print, husband. This time, I wrote the terms."
Public Shame, Private Triumph

Public Shame, Private Triumph

The music was too loud at Bella Hayes' s staff gala. My girlfriend, Bella, was across the room, laughing, owning the whole chain. I was her sous-chef, our love a secret. Then Julian Vance, Bella' s childhood friend who always looked like he sniffed something bad, cornered me. He accused me, loudly, of stealing his vintage designer watch. He ripped open my bag, scattering my mother' s medical bills across the polished floor for everyone to see. "Motive," he sneered. Bella, the woman I loved, walked over, her eyes cold. She told me to "let it go," publicly hinting my "moment of desperation" explained it all. She thought I was guilty. Her words hit harder than any punch. This public betrayal later led to my sick mother collapsing, in desperate need of expensive, specialized treatment. How could Bella, who claimed to love me, so easily believe I was a thief? How could she watch me be publicly shamed, then abandon me when my mother and I needed her most? I was innocent, but trapped and desperate. In my deepest despair, Julian offered me the money for my mother' s treatment-if I disappeared from New York and Bella' s life, forever. I accepted, my pride swallowed. But hours later, a phone call. An IT guy, guilt-ridden, sent me security footage Julian missed. It showed everything: Julian planting the watch in my bag. My mother was my priority then, but justice? New York thought it broke me. They were wrong. I was just getting started.
Daddy's Naughty Angel

Daddy's Naughty Angel

"Admit it, Daddy," Anna purrs sweetly, taking a step forward, her hands firm around her bare breasts. She stops in front of me and rubs her forefinger around my left nipple, the sexual tension between us making me swallow hard. I'm shirtless, hot, and I can feel blood rushing into my dick, making it press against my gym shorts. Anna drops her hand on it, stroking the cap through the fabric. I close my eyes, swallowing again. "You like this. You liked watching me." "Anna..." I begin to say, but she shuts me up with a finger pressed lightly against my lips. "Shh. Don't say anything. I'll do the talking, Daddy. For both of us. You'll just tell me how I'm doing. When it's time, okay?" Hesitant, I nod slowly. But when she drops to her knees, my jaw drops. "Baby girl..." "No talking, Daddy," she warns, drawing my gym shorts down till it pools around my ankles. My cock springs out - red, and hard, and pulsating. My cap is wet from precum, and when Anna wraps her mouth around it and sucks tenderly, I almost collapse from the ecstasy. "Fuck!" "Good," she smiles. "That's all the language we'll need." ---- Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap mature stories. This is a boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin.