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The Millionaire´s Enigma
Romance Arya, needs money for her mother's surgery. Ayden, needs a surrogate mother so as not to lose her company. The only requirement is that she never touches him.
“Are you a virgin?”
“I mean, if a vibrator counts.” She notices how Ayden swallows hard and struggles to pass the water.
“Number of sexual partners?”
“Well I've only had a couple of dildos, turns out the latex ones are very sturdy” she replies smiling.
Ayden stands up in annoyance and breaks the good mood in the room.
“This is not a fucking game, Miss Arya” says the millionaire threateningly. “Get out.”
“No, wait, I was just kidding” she clarifies seriously.
“I said, what, get out!” he punctuates each word and slams the table.
Arya, who sees her only chance, shattered, regrets having joked as she did, she never thought it would have such consequences.
She walks devastated to the exit without expecting anything, now she doesn't know what to do or whom to turn to. She sees many cabs coming and tries to hail one, but instead a dark-colored Aston Martin pulls up in front of her. It is Ayden Emory.
“Get in,” he asks, but she ignores him. “Is she always so hard-headed? Get in or no deal.”
The hope that it wasn't all overtakes hold of her, and she gets into the sexy millionaire's car. You might like
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Mercy Kay 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.