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Sold To Mr. Lawson

Sold To Mr. Lawson

It all began with two hundred million dollars. "Going once, going twice, and Selena Moore is sold to Maxwell Lawson!" Because of a certain rule in Cline's auction event, Selena was picked as one of the items that would be bid on. The rule is simple: the winner would get a one-day date with the item they won. Unexpectedly, Selena was bought by Maxwell Lawson—the CEO of Zuiqe—who is infamous for his ruthless and devilish personality. And when she thought the absurdity would end after her one-day date with him, a deal was made between Maxwell and Selena's boss. "I'll collaborate with Mercian. But on one condition." Maxwell smirked. "Give me Selena Moore." Dwaine Scoth, the CEO of Mercian, who is desperate to save his failing company, is blinded by greed and power. He sold Selena—his secretary, friend, and first love—to Maxwell Lawson to save his company. Betrayed by her first love, Selena was forced to become Maxwell's secretary. Although she was confused by his sudden interest in her and his strange behavior, she had already decided to get into Maxwell's wrong side and make him terminate the contract himself. However, "If you're thinking of purposely getting on my bad side to get fired, give it up. Because no matter what you do, I won't let you go." Despite her efforts, Maxwell had no intention of letting her go. Just why is a ruthless man like him too obsessed with keeping her? What sorts of secrets and dangerous love would she get with Maxwell?
The Jilted Wife's Dangerous Revenge

The Jilted Wife's Dangerous Revenge

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible contract wife to Angel Wilcox. But last night, after being drugged at a club, he lost control and brutally took my innocence in a freezing bathtub. The next morning, instead of an apology, he threw a million-dollar settlement at me and slapped the divorce papers on the table. His first love, Hillary, had returned from Paris, and he needed to clear the way for her. He called what he did to me a mere inconvenience. When I refused to sign the papers—because my brother would be killed by loan sharks without the Wilcox name to protect him—Angel lost his temper. In the lobby, right in front of a mocking Hillary, he violently shoved me. My head slammed against a massive marble pillar with a sickening thud. "Don't play games with me! Sign the damn papers!" He roared, trying to force the pen into my hand while I lay crumpled on the cold floor. My body was burning with a severe infection from his assault, my wrists were bruised, and my heart was shattered. How could the man I secretly loved for three years treat me like disposable garbage the second she came back? I looked at his furious eyes, then slowly raised my trembling hands to cover my right ear. The same ear that was severely injured in a car crash he caused three years ago. "My ear is ringing. I can't hear you." If he wanted to be ruthless, I would use his deepest guilt to trap him in this marriage forever.
Daddy's Naughty Girl [Forbidden Fruit Sensual Collection]

Daddy's Naughty Girl [Forbidden Fruit Sensual Collection]

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic 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. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…” As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.” All I can do after that is make her lose her mind. That’s the only way to define it. I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threaten. I rail her like a dog, slamming my cock in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her calls of my name—and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple nineteen-year-old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, but she’s also moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot. “Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.” I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow, I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I re=enter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping madly as I raw dog her from behind, employing not a hint of gentleness. She doesn't want gentleness, either. Not my girl. She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster.
The Art of Falling in Love with a Star

The Art of Falling in Love with a Star

Misty Brooke is a frustrated developmental editor but still has clear goals in mind: finish the manuscripts assigned to her every time and be a well-acclaimed author by publishing her book someday. Head in front of papers and computer where various romances and other genres in written words spark, eyeglasses on, a pencil or pen in her hands, she knows clearly she doesn't have sufficient time to do other things that would hinder her working life-especially the thought of falling in love. That is, until... Someone so unexpected entered the scene. Evan Park. He is a Korean singer-songwriter, composer, and producer, an idol who is one of the most popular soloists in the South Korean music industry. Foxed-like eyes focused on monitors, fingers swiftly moving on keyboards, big headphones on ears, and recording his soulful voice through a microphone; performing on stages, that's how his days and nights usually go. When Misty met funny, mischievous, handsome Evan for the first time in the most undesirable situation she could ever imagine, she didn't recognize him at first. Eventually, she was shocked to learn that Evan was an idol. In Misty's mind, he was exactly the kind of distraction she would normally avoid. As a series of fortunate and unfortunate events happened between them, Misty felt growingly trapped by a petrifying realization-she just might be falling for a star, a popular star. Can music and written words put both of their hearts at ease with an ever-growing spark of affection, despite having two different backgrounds and restrictions around them? Are they willing to risk so much for love?
The Heiress Undone: A Politician's Ruin

The Heiress Undone: A Politician's Ruin

The D&C procedure was over, a cold finality to the grief already heavy on my shoulders from my parents' recent death. As I clutched their ashes, I called my husband, Ethan, a rising political star, needing him more than ever. His assistant, Sabrina, coldly told me he was too busy, later revealing his fury that I' d even suggest divorce. His anger boiled over when I finally told him I was done, not realizing the deep well of my despair. He'd sworn he wasn't divorcing me, his voice sharp and dismissive, just as he had dismissed my pain for years. I still remember the day my heart turned to stone: Sabrina "accidentally" knocking over the urn holding the ashes of our first lost baby, and Ethan rushing to comfort her, then turning to me, his eyes full of irritation, telling me to "get over it." But the truth was far more insidious, lurking beneath his carefully crafted image. An anonymous email, an audio file revealing his chilling plan, had shattered any lingering hope or trust. His calm, clear voice: "...She' s useful for that, at least." Useful. He meant my body, my unborn child, a living incubator to harvest cord blood for Sabrina' s dying sister. My baby wasn't a crop. My body wasn't a field to be plowed for his convenience. The decision was instant, brutal, and mine alone. I signed the divorce papers, the only certainty I had left in a world that had crumbled around me. And then, I knew, it was time to leave.
Icing The Heart

Icing The Heart

Rory Callahan never wanted to be a headline. She only wanted to play hockey. As the first woman signed to the professional Titans hockey team, she has spent two brutal seasons fighting for her place in a world determined to push her out. Her greatest obstacle is Jaxon Kane, the team's arrogant captain, whose cold glares and cutting words make it clear that he believes she does not belong. But when a public scandal threatens Jaxon's career and Rory is once again painted as angry and impossible to coach, management forces them into the perfect lie: a fake relationship. Now, the man who once humiliated her is holding her hand before cameras, sharing an apartment with her, defending her to the press and standing too close under the excuse of fixing her stance on the ice. Rory knows better than to trust him but the longer they pretend, the harder it becomes to tell where the act ends and the truth begins. Then she discovers the secret buried in Jaxon's contract: a five-million-dollar bonus tied to her failure. Caught between betrayal, ambition, pregnancy and a love she no longer knows how to trust, Rory must decide whether to walk away quietly or expose the system that tried to destroy her. But when the man who was supposed to ruin her becomes the only one willing to burn everything down for her, can Rory risk trusting Jaxon Kane again?