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silvermoon

silvermoon's Books(2)

Married to the Son :Owned by the Father

Married to the Son :Owned by the Father

Billionaires
5.0
(Sexual Content) I stepped out of the bedroom, sleep having abandoned me. I needed something-anything-to silence the noise inside me. But I wasn't alone. He was there. Standing in the dark, by the window... The top buttons of his shirt undone, a glass of whiskey between his fingers. He turned to me slowly. "Couldn't sleep?" I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "I don't want to sleep." He took a step. Then another. Until he was right in front of me-close enough for the heat of his body to kiss my skin. He said, "You know you're playing with fire, don't you?" I looked into his eyes-those eyes that shattered all my defenses. And I whispered, voice trembling, "I'd rather burn... than stay this cold." I don't know who moved first. All I know is that suddenly, I was in his arms. Surrounded by his breath. And in that moment-I forgot my name, my marriage... everything. He leaned in, his breath rough against my ear. "I'm your husband's father... this is wrong." Then after a beat, "But I want it to happen." --- I married him to escape the pain. But my heart only beat for one man-his father. I thought marriage would bring peace. A shelter from a bleeding past. But I didn't realize I was stepping straight into the storm. A storm named Leonardo Ricardo. A man who knows no mercy. A man who never accepts defeat. And worst of all? He's my husband's father. His eyes trap me. His voice chains me. And his touch... His touch brands me with sin. What happens when a woman shifts from obedient wife to prey caught between two flames? One gave her his name. The other stole her soul. Forbidden Romance · Age Gap · Family Drama · Steamy · Dark Passion
Marked by Desire: Stealing My Mother's Man

Marked by Desire: Stealing My Mother's Man

Billionaires
5.0
I blinked in confusion, lowering my gaze with difficulty toward my chest, where I noticed the dress slipping down my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra. Panicked, I hastily pulled the fabric up, clearing my throat in deep embarrassment, my cheeks flushing a crimson hue. "I spotted it while leaving with my mother, so I put it on without thinking. It's short... far too short. Please, just ignore its design, Mr. Vlad." He pulled out another cigarette as if he had stomped my words beneath his feet, dismissing them entirely. It was as if he intended to provoke me. But for a fleeting moment, I felt that he wasn't so much provoking me as... speaking in a voice so alluring it was almost hypnotic. "And what if I don't?" I swallowed hard, embarrassment tightening its grip on me, and forced a paralyzed smile. "You should. It would be better for both of us." He furrowed his brows, taking a long drag from his cigarette, his gaze unreadable. "How?" I glanced around in a daze, licking my lips before pressing them together with difficulty. "I'll get over my embarrassment, and you'll stop being bothered by my dress... Do you understand now?" He exhaled a cloud of smoke in my face for the second time, then ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek with arrogant ease. "Who said I was bothered?" What does he mean? Does he... like what he sees? Was he watching my chest nearly spill out in front of him without me realizing? Oh, God, help me. "What do you mean by that? Do you..." Ignoring my question, he crushed the cigarette against the ashtray, his gaze avoiding mine. Then, without warning, he stood up, dropping some money onto the table carelessly. "The hour is up. Let's head back to the estate." He had deliberately ignored me under the guise of time running out... Could this really be happening?