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<content:encoded><![CDATA[In the crucible of history, where the flames of empires clash, and the destinies of civilizations are forged, there exists a chapter often overlooked—a tale obscured by the dust of ages. It is a saga of untamed lands, ancient conflicts, and beings whose destinies were bound to the cosmic threads of gods and mortals alike.
Within the shadows of the Roman Empire, during the fateful year of 376 AD, a narrative unfolded that would echo through the corridors of time, leaving behind a legacy woven with threads of love, war, and the supernatural. Tears of The Aeon: The Gothic War unravels against the setting of a world grappling with the chaos of an impending conflict between the mighty Roman Empire and the desperate Visigoths led by the enigmatic Chieftain Fritigern. Faced with the dual threats of the Roman legions and the merciless Huns, Fritigern makes a desperate plea to Emperor Valens for sanctuary within the borders of the empire. This plea sets in motion a series of events destined to reshape the fate of nations.
A warrior, blessed with strength and abilities that defy the laws of men, embarks on a journey marked by love, and destined to attract the gaze of gods. Bound by an inexplicable connection, he finds himself entangled with a young Gothic woman from the Taifali Tribe, their union becoming a focal point for the unfolding cosmic drama. As the gods themselves take notice, the stage is set for the initiation of the end of the world.
Tears of The Aeon invites you to traverse the realms of history and myth, where the fates of empires and the whims of divine beings converge in a tale of love, war, and the enduring echoes of an age-long past. In the shadows of forgotten forests, where the tears of the Aeon fall like rain, the Gothic War awaits its chronicler.
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<h3>Excerpt from Tears Of The Aeon: The Gothic War © Copyright 2024 R. F. PINA</h3>
<h4>Prologue</h4>
Cherry pie was what he ate on that very morrow, breaking his fast the same way he did a fortnight ago. Goat milk with honey and a portion of cherry pie – a hot, sweet, and tender combination. The taste reminded him of his youth and his dear mother. He loved her more than any riches and plunders he had obtained throughout the years. Although he did not exactly remember how young he was when the gods took her from him, he did know that a long time had passed.
Now, her face was a shadow in his mind, a distant ghost that always skulked about in times like this. He had attempted to remember her face clearly, but somehow, it remained hidden in the shades of his thoughts, in the deepest parts of his being, where he always remained a boy aged ten. He acknowledged this was what time did to memories. He missed her greatly, and perhaps it was why he preferred cherry pie over any other dessert. He felt a sentiment of closure to his mother when the pastry vanished upon his tongue. Even when her existence was only a mere thought—the taste of cherry pie always brought her back from the dead!
He glanced at a marble bust perched upon a plinth in the corridor of his home in Italy. The white statue bared an eerie resemblance to him, staring back with eyes blank as death, as if the marble wished to speak back to him, to tell him of his follies. Dressed in a purple toga proper for the Roman senate, he stood in silence for a few moments.
His gaze found the wall of his home, and upon it hung a circular mirror with his reflection. Immediately, he became conscious of the wrinkle lines that had taken over his façade and the absence of hair that had left a crescent impression upon his head like the moon suspended in the night sky at night. It was the same moon he remembered conquering Gaul six years before. To him, it felt like yesterday when he walked its verdant fields, escorted by two Roman legionaries alongside a line of frightened Gallic slaves chained to their ankles and wrists. They stood in a line that stretched far beyond the eyes could see. As a clever ruler, he had the tendency to examine each slave for any corporal abnormality, and when he could not find any deformity, he gave them his blessings.
One morrow, walking beside the vast line of slaves, the General noticed a wizened old man. He was scrawny, frail, barefoot, only donning a filthy loincloth that covered his manhood and skin filled with all sorts of blotches. He smelled of piss and shit, and his blue eyes burned like sapphires once bathed under the orange rays of the morrow sun. The old man’s long, shiny, silvery hair drowned his face. He appeared as old as the mountains but not as firm. It seemed as if death was about to come for him at any moment.
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<description><![CDATA[Subpace, a collection of kinky tales and stories, dares to explore the deepest, darkest desires of the human psyche. From the power dynamics of dominance and submission to the tantalizing allure of kleptomania and the raw exposure of exhibitionism, each story is sensually crafted in a high literary style. Encounter characters who surrender to their […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Subpace, a collection of kinky tales and stories, dares to explore the deepest, darkest desires of the human psyche.
From the power dynamics of dominance and submission to the tantalizing allure of kleptomania and the raw exposure of exhibitionism, each story is sensually crafted in a high literary style.
Encounter characters who surrender to their most forbidden fantasies and fetishes, who pursue gratification at any expense, and who venture into uncharted realms of passion, yearning, and redemption.
Sometimes playful, sometimes poetic, always provocative, subspace embarks on a journey where kink intertwines with romance in a rich tapestry of tales which defy convention, and keep you begging for more.
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<h3>Excerpt from Subspace © Copyright 2024 Stuart Stromin</h3>
<h4>The Hat</h4>
Samira forgot the hat the first time, so he had to go back to see her again. Except for the absence of the hat, it had been fine the first time. She had done everything the way she always did it, with the murmur of her crisp accent, and the glare of her blue eyes. It still felt like there was something missing somehow, and, when Leon left her little room and went down the steep, twisted staircase, and into the brisk air of the street, and the glow of the red lights against the gloom of the night, he realized what it was. She had forgotten to wear the hat.
It was not the same without the hat.
She called it a hat, because her English was limited, but it was really a cap. It was made of black rubber, kept to a dull shine, with a wide latex peak and a sharp crown molded to a soft point at the crest. There was a white latex band that ran around it in a thin stripe. It fit snugly on her head, making her seem even taller, over six-foot in spiky heels, with her golden hair streaming, and her gimlet blue eyes gazing from beneath the peak.
Leon had bought her the hat on a business trip one year. He had not been looking for a hat, but he was looking for a gift. When he saw the hat, Leon knew immediately that it was what he wanted for her. She loved the hat, when she received it, although she loved anything if it was a present. There was no such thing as a disappointing gift. Leon never arrived empty-handed. He brought her designer jeans, perfume, inexpensive jewelry, t-shirts from his travels, and once, for her young son, a toy train.
From the first time that Samira wore the hat for him, it became part of her costume. It matched her long latex boots, and her long black gloves, and her golden locks brushing her shoulders. It went with the exposed girders, splintery rafters and hanging chains and the smell of wax in the dim light of the room. They heard the raucous noise of the passers-by, drunken singing outside, and accordion music from a nearby bar. He sometimes gulped down a stiff shot of vodka there, before he knocked on her door. He did not want to feel like himself, he wanted to hide behind intoxication when they played out their ritual.
They had to do everything again from the beginning – with the hat this time – when he went back the next night.
She had a short crop, and she strutted up and down upon the mat, stopping with her face nose-to-nose right in his face, and her riding crop teasing across his unclothed body. He felt the heat rising from her, and there was a sweet, musk scent when she was close to him.
She exuded a commanding presence. She barked orders and made him march naked from wall to wall with one hand swinging at his side, and the other hand clutching his genitals.
“I am the Kommandant,” she insisted, tucking the crop under her arm, “Left, right! Left, right! Left, right!”
“Yes, Kommandant!”
“I decide what is good, and what is not good,” she said ominously.
“Good, good, good,” he pleaded, “I am good.”
“If you are not good, you know what will happen to you,” she warned.
His eyes filled up with terror, and she smiled wickedly.
He always felt such a cathartic sense of relief when it was all over, as if she had done him an enormous favor by filling a desperate need.
She took the hat off, indicating that they were finished, and she could not wait to get out of the boots and back into her walking shoes and her street clothes. He got dressed one button at a time with his back to her, so that they did not have to look at one another.
Afterwards, they sometimes went for dinner together in Chinatown. There was a place where the ducks were hanging in the window on S-shaped hooks, and they shared a lemony dish with hot oysters on the half-shell. They drank sweet beer served in chilled tankards. She spoke to the waiter in a guttural language that he could not understand. From the restaurant, they could see the barges floating down the canals and the colored lights from the district reflecting on the ripples of the water. They heard the peal of the bells chiming the hour from the Old Church, as it grew later, but they lingered over the meal. Neither of them had anywhere in particular to go, and the kitchen stayed open until midnight.
The square tables were close together, and the people beside them could overhear their conversation, but they kept everything innocent. They had known each other for many years, and, like old friends, they talked and joked about everything under the moon, except the taboo of what had just occurred between them in her room. Now, after the fact, when it had worn off for both of them, what they had done seemed traumatic and depraved. It felt like they had committed a crime. They had a familiar aftertaste that lingered from the time they did it before until the time that they would do it again. They were not ashamed, but there was a grubby feeling that stained them on the inside. She never wanted to speak about it; for her, it was work, and the dinner was personal.
There was only one other subject that they never talked about, and that was what had happened to his family. It was a long time ago, and besides, that was in another country.
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<description><![CDATA[Explore Lustful Fantasies about Roleplay, Domination and Virgin Temptations. Includes Tales of Public Sex, Submission, Anal, Toys and Much More… Discover 9 Erotic, Steamy Sex Stories That Let You Explore Your Wildest Fantasies & Experience The Deep Pleasure You Know You Deserve! Are you interested in exploringyour sexuality? Do you want to spice up your […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h5>Explore Lustful Fantasies about Roleplay, Domination and Virgin Temptations. Includes Tales of Public Sex, Submission, Anal, Toys and Much More…</h5>
Discover 9 Erotic, Steamy Sex Stories That Let You Explore Your Wildest Fantasies & Experience The Deep Pleasure You Know You Deserve!
Are you interested in exploringyour sexuality? Do you want to spice up your sex life and add some kink into the mix? Do you want to enter a whole new dimension of pleasure using the power of audio erotica?
No longer do you need to settle for boring, vanilla sex & erotica.
Instead, you can listen to these erotic stories that will get the blood pumping, turn you on like never before & certainly get the juices flowing…
But, beyond just listening, these stories will give you a place to explore your fantasies in a safe way, while giving you PLENTY of ideas on how to spice your sex life uplike never before.
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<h3>Excerpt from Orgasmic Sex Stories for Adults © Copyright 2024 Jenna Ann</h3>
<h4>Chapter One</h4>
Abigail
The world was on the brink of collapse. It was going to take more than a village to bring a sense of calm to the chaos. My job, from the moment I was born, came with the responsibility of the weight of the world's problems on my shoulders.
Money wasn't an issue; I’d inherited millions from my parents when they accidentally died skiing in the Alps.
That happened when I was 18 years old. Back then, I was unable to comprehend what it meant to be a millionaire in the blink of an eye. The revenue continued to flow from various ventures. There wasn't much to be done other than sit back and watch the money roll in.
The passive income was something that I didn't have to work very hard at. The businesses generating it were being run by competent individuals in positions of power. Nobody gave me a second thought. It was only when I took an avid interest that they began to understand my need to make my parents proud of me.
It was when I turned 20 that I began to give back to the community I loved. That framework expanded to every corner of the globe. 30% of my profits went to humanitarian efforts, including building roads and schools for the impoverished.
I didn't want anybody to think I was some sort of savior. It was just my way of doing my part to make the world a better place. The shareholders didn't share the same beliefs. They called me on the carpet many times for not consulting them.
“Abigail, this is ridiculous. You can't keep doing this. There are consequences,” Kenneth Williams stated from the end of the table.
“I don't know why this should concern you. The money used is coming out of my own pocket. Why do I continually indulge this nonsense? Don't call me unless it's an emergency. You are all getting fat and happy courtesy of my genius. I took what my parents built and made it better despite your disapproval,” I stood on the other side of the table with my eyes glaring daggers at each of them.
“We understand your need to give back. The wholesome image you project by donating to charities and sacrificing your time is something that we can accept,” Kenneth spoke for the others while they nodded their compliance around the table.
“Again, I don't want to sound like a broken record, but it's really none of your business what I do with my money. The shareholders are happy. We are more profitable than we have ever been. Look at the books. It's all there, written in black and white. I know some of you are displeased but you have to realize that going legit means making some changes,” I referred to my parents playing fast and loose in an arena that was considered illegal and immoral.
“We are never going to see things the same way. I don't think you know how to listen. We are trying to be the voice of reason, but you don't seem to understand the bigger picture,” Kenneth addressed me.
“I understand more than you know. This company has blood on its hands. I'm trying my damnedest to wipe the slate clean. We have a responsibility to look after our fellow man. The dirty money has been washed clean through a variety of humanitarian efforts and charitable donations. We need to make amends. Constantly apologizing for my parents has gotten old quickly,” I said those final words before leaving without giving them the chance to grovel at my feet in servitude to the almighty dollar.
“I heard some of that. You have to know; change is hard for many people. You have spearheaded a campaign to extinguish the black mark your parents left behind. I'm proud of you,” Anthony praised while following me down the hall.
I turned to face Anthony, still steaming mad. “It's the same thing every time. These board meetings are just another way for them to slap my hands when I try to do something good with the money. It's not like I'm depriving them. They have plenty ⎯ more than most people do. That's the problem.”
“Abigail, you don't have to convince me. You're preaching to the choir,” Anthony professed with his hand twitching against the chain attached to the trucker wallet in his back pocket.
“It feels like whatever I do, it's just never enough,” I admitted, a hint of defeat in my voice.
“I remember the first time I met you, five months ago in Africa. You disbanded an illegal diamond mine. When you signed over the deed to the workers, it touched me deeply. We had dinner that first night in my room. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating,” he reminded me. But that was when I had been living selfishly, thriving on dirty money, much before I had learned the truth.
“They worked them like dogs. I was never so ashamed of my parents. Doing the right thing sometimes means stepping on a few toes. Some people didn't believe that I was up to the task, but I have proved them wrong every single time. It's exhausting,” I protested while leaning back against the mahogany wall.
“Let's do something crazy tonight. You need to get out of your head. I know just the place,” he suggested with a grazing motion of his fingers on my cheek.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. His muscular body made me crave one more touch every time I woke up next to him in the morning. He slept naked and I was constantly taking peeks under the sheet to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. The man was built like a brick house. His anatomy was impressive by any stretch of the imagination.
“I'm not sure that I would make good company. Can't we just stay in and find something to do that requires less clothing? You can't blame me. I'm still tingling from last night. Did you forget you tied me up?” I teased, hinting at why I was tired without giving away the satisfaction of telling him how good it was. “It drove me crazy, but I loved every second of it”
“I love showing you new things. Go home and take a nap. I'll come by and pick you up at seven sharp. Let me make up for not being in your life sooner. I'll arrange everything. You won't have to lift a finger. We need this, but more importantly, you need this. It's important to get out in front of the public. Let them see the real you instead of just associating you with your parents,” he convinced me with very little effort and I nodded my head in compliance.
“What’s the dress code for this evening?” I asked with a smirk.
“That's a very good question. You'll have my answer shortly. I don't want to ruin the surprise. The thing I love about you more than anything else is your curious nature. Trust me, tonight will blow your mind. Leave everything to me,” he said with his lips gliding across mine without actually touching them.
It was just one of those teasing gestures meant to turn me into a puddle of spent flesh.
Anthony made me step outside of my comfort zone. He had opened my eyes to many different facets when it came to the pleasures of sex. Sleeping naked was one of his guilty pleasures. Touching him in the middle of the night was mine.
I just couldn't help myself.
His quest to expand my horizons encountered no resistance from me. My being had lingered in deprivation for too extensive a period. He was now compensating for the lost time, guiding me towards the subtleties of letting myself go in the moment.
The very first time, he had surprised me in the shower. He had taken my hand and guided it between my legs. He’d stood behind me, whispering that I was a dirty girl. That I was bad and needed to be punished. How he’d known that I wanted to be the girl he described was anybody's guess.
He knew how to listen to what I wasn't saying.
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<description><![CDATA[Steamy Punk is an erotic novella set in the Esmeralda & Escarlata universe, featuring three interlinked stories in a prequel to the main series: 1. Mai's Story: Mai is an exotic dancer in the Shadow District of Liberty City. She infiltrates a nightclub party held by the Hawkmoth Syndicate to rescue her sister from human traffickers. 2. Anaya's Story: Anaya […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Steamy Punk is an erotic novella set in the Esmeralda & Escarlata universe, featuring three interlinked stories in a prequel to the main series:
1. Mai's Story: Mai is an exotic dancer in the Shadow District of Liberty City. She infiltrates a nightclub party held by the Hawkmoth Syndicate to rescue her sister from human traffickers.
2. Anaya's Story: Anaya is a techno-terrorist in the cyberpunk city of Commune. She leads a group to disrupt the advancements of AI and infiltrates the Sexbots Inc. factory to halt their operations.
3. Bella's Story: Bella, a dominatrix-nun of the Domina Divina sisterhood in the gothic kingdom of Dominion, is tasked by High-Sister Piety to spy on a Desert Baron who is plotting a coup.
These stories explore themes of survival, rebellion, and espionage within a rich, erotic framework, culminating in a dramatic and steamy finale where the paths of Mai, Anaya, and Bella converge. This novella not only offers tantalizing tales but also expands the lore of its universe, setting the stage for future entries in the series.
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<h3>Excerpt from Steamy Punk © Copyright 2024 Alejandro Ashes</h3>
“You can jerk off to me while I dance,” teased Mai, her thigh-high boots clacking on the neon-drenched floor as she made her way to the stripper pole.
The stylish banker, decked out in a cream suit and open white shirt, looked surprised by her offer, but his friends clapped him on the back, encouraging him to go ahead.
Anything goes in the Dreampetal nightclub, babe, just ask your pals. They’ve clearly been here before.
The rowdy men toasted one another with glowing cocktails as the banker shooed them away, waiting for the grinning goons to vanish behind one of the many silky curtains fluttering in the mist-filled warehouse.
Mai could hear them chuckling as they sought out their own private amusements elsewhere, one of them cursing as he nearly tripped on one of the fog machines keeping the ambience extra steamy throughout.
The banker unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick tan cock and started masturbating to her, giddy with the freedom to do as he pleases.
There you go, hun. You paid for all those overpriced champagne bottles tonight and we both know what you’re really paying for. Gotta launder that cash in case you’re ever investigated.
She smiled seductively, tossing back her long red-dyed hair and grabbed the stripper pole.
The music blasting through the speakers from the house DJ, a face-tatted drug dealer who spun discs more in tune with his own high than with any actual rhythm, picked up in intensity.
Mai soared into a phoenix spin, opening her leanly-muscled legs wide as she went upside down into a handspring position.
The banker gawked at her petite pussy and how its petals gleamed in the dimly lit room, grazing her slender neck with his hungry eyes and wishing he could bite down on it.
His balls flopped up and down as he jerked his dick hard, imagining all the terrible things he wanted to do to her at the afterparty, where the college-aged nightclub promoters that worked for the Hawkmoth Syndicate took select dancers.
The banker’s friends had promised him that what went down in the Shadow District underbelly beneath Liberty at pop-up nightclubs like Dreampetal was nothing compared to what happened above ground, in the Goldsmith District mansions.
And all you had to do was spend and spend to get on the afterparty list. Well, be careful what you wish for.
Mai was glad to see his ravenous stare as she went through her well-practiced pole routine, pulling off seemingly impossible positions with acrobatic grace, faster and faster.
She now dangled provocatively in an inverted crucifix move.
Looks like I’m winning him over. If he picks me to go with him to the afterparty, I can finally save my sister.
Her small-yet-perky breasts drew his eyes sharply as she squeezed the pole with her legs tightly, then brought her arms together to pinch her nipples.
Mai even let some drool hang from her mouth before slurping it back up.
I need to look as unhinged and down-to-fuck as possible.
“I want you so bad,” she cooed, giving his dick a meaningful look and licking her lips.
He smiled, jerking himself harder and nodding.
“I want you too, sexy,” he replied in a husky voice.
Easing herself down, she whipped her hair back, naked except for her thigh-high boots, which thudded loudly as she walked towards him confidently.
I’m going to kill you, slaughter your douchebag friends and maybe even take out a few of these privileged little nightclub promoter pricks who serve this crime-infested shithole.
She envisioned the stiletto knives concealed inside the soles of her boots and the fountains of blood that would gush after she plunged them into the businessmen and the promoters in a ballet of slaughter; and maybe she’d have a machine-crossbow too if Vivian came through tonight with the smuggled goods.
As she daydreamed, it was the promoters she looked forward to punishing the most, because when she was a sorority girl herself, it was their student-run crime facilitating network that had first suckered her into this racket.
There won’t be any running back home to mommy and daddy, then being good little students during the day time at your yuppy university, when you’re bleeding to death at my feet tonight. I almost hope Vivian isn’t able to get me a machine-crossbow. It’d be more satisfying to stab and stab and stab.
Mai had made the mistake of chasing after the fast-cash promises of Shadow District dancing, which was more lucrative than the much safer sex work available at Castle Courtesana and its legit establishments in the heart of Liberty above ground.
Sex work was not treated as a crime, after all, and was celebrated.
But down here, it was promote or dance for the real money, and she did not have the mercenary heartlessness required to be a promoter.
There were bartender gigs and hype girls who sat around pretending to have fun so the club looked stylish, but the pay was not worth the risk in Mai’s view, and she had neither the mixology skills nor the tittering bimbo personality to pull off either role.
But I can fucking dance. And I’m gonna dance in the flames of that afterparty mansion after I rescue Sayuri and burn it down. I just know that’s the one she’s trapped in.
If the banker noticed any of the deadly intent in her eyes as she stood before him, he was too distracted by her slender thighs and well-rounded ass, which were as honed as her abs.
“Want me to suck your dick?” she mewed, raising her hands up like a cat suddenly.
Guys love this cat girl stuff.
He nodded vigorously.
“Want to slap me a little?” she then asked, tapping her right cheek and getting on all fours. “Gently though, because I’m a soft kitty.”
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<description><![CDATA[Come Hither will take you on a whirlwind of fantasies. Starting in sensual desires, and intimacies. Tapping into the most vulnerable parts that we don't dare speak. Those whispers that haunt our minds of hidden needs. Spreading us open into erotic and primal instincts, and dirty secrets that stimulate our goosebumps—singing the songs of our […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Come Hither will take you on a whirlwind of fantasies. Starting in sensual desires, and intimacies. Tapping into the most vulnerable parts that we don't dare speak.
Those whispers that haunt our minds of hidden needs. Spreading us open into erotic and primal instincts, and dirty secrets that stimulate our goosebumps—singing the songs of our hearts.
Here Serenity Lane taps into every part that is more than just erotic. Teasing your mind till you are on the edge of your seat begging for the short stories nudging you into the dark and leaving you tingling with only your mind.
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<h3>Excerpt from Come Hither © Copyright 2024 Serenity Lane</h3>
Darkness keeps our secrets in hidden passages. 
Where we reminisce and capture a visual. 
A lust for your hands grazing my face. Turning blush as your grip took a tour of my curves. Being tied by my aroma and freezing in time. At a standstill as our lips brush. 
Getting a taste of hidden Inhibitions. My body is begging for more. Looking for a way to push and you to pull me in. 
Dripping in my imagination wondering how far we could have pushed, and what doors could have been opened. I lost my ability to speak when my body was submitting without my permission.
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<description><![CDATA[A Steamy Tale Of Sapphic Seduction and Discovery in Two Parts Two sordid, connected stories of straight girls being seduced by experienced lesbians when they fly solo at a wedding. Part 1: Amy At The Lesbian Wedding Amy Bauers is a 19-year-old straight college student who is invited to the wedding of her childhood friend […]
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Two sordid, connected stories of straight girls being seduced by experienced lesbians when they fly solo at a wedding.
Part 1: Amy At The Lesbian Wedding 
Amy Bauers is a 19-year-old straight college student who is invited to the wedding of her childhood friend and neighbor to her new wife-to-be. This is the first lesbian wedding for the sheltered Amy and she isn't quite sure what to expect, of herself or of the other guests at the wedding. She is soon spotted by the seductively contrasting couple of Monica and Selene and they establish a rapport. By the end of the night, Monica and Selene have seduced the curious Amy and she is gleefully between their legs, learning how satisfying sapphic sex can be.
Part 2: Amy At The Next Wedding 
It's two years later and Amy has embraced her queer identity with the help of Selene and Monica. In that time, Amy has come out and dated several women, while still returning to Monica and Selene's bed for regular three-way lovemaking sessions. She has another wedding coming up and this time, she decides she's going to be the one to seduce the unsuspecting straight girl. With some guidance and advice from her sapphic mentors, Amy sets out to show the new object of her affection, a fellow wedding guest named Lily, what she already knows so well: the joys of licking pussy and lesbian sex!
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<h3>Excerpt from Amy At The Weddings © Copyright 2024 Hannelore Bella</h3>
Mandy stood and grabbed my hand. Soon I was being guided giddily to the bathrooms by this voluptuous woman who meant to take my panties from me, and I was going to let her!
My heart pounded in my chest as Mandy brought me into the bathroom and stood me in front of the mirror. The fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glow on my face, highlighting the slight flush that had crept into my cheeks. What was I about to do? Was it truly worth compromising my self-perception as a straight girl just for the sake of helping this competitive queer woman get a little trophy to make the other women here jealous?
“Are you sure you're okay with this?” Mandy asked gently, appearing behind me in the mirror's reflection, resting her warm hands on my bare shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were filled with concern, but also an undeniable spark of excitement.
“I… I think so,” I replied, swallowing hard. “I'm just nervous, that's all. This is definitely a first for me.”
“Understandable,” Mandy acknowledged, her voice soothing as she rubbed my shoulders slightly. “But remember, you have the power to choose your own path and explore your desires, no matter what they may be. I'm proud of you for being so open.”
I suddenly felt tears in my eyes as I was overwhelmed by what Mandy had just said. This amazingly beautiful woman was proud of me?!
“Oooh Sweetie, what's wrong?” Mandy said, seeing the tears welling up in the mirror.
“Nothing, I just, what a nice thing to say.” I shook my head and smiled through the tears.
“And I meant it.” Mandy said, giving my shoulders a squeeze. Then she leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered. “Okay sweetheart, let's get those panties off.”
I was expecting her to move but she remained close to my ear and I saw a thought occur to her. “Bet you didn't think another lady would be saying that to you when you arrived at the wedding hmm?”
My whole body tingled at her words and the soft command in her voice. Mandy turned me around to face her and then slowly moved to her knees.
“Good girl,” Mandy praised, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Now, lift up your dress for me.”
With trembling hands, I grasped the hem of my purple party dress and slowly raised it, exposing my thighs as the fabric bunched around my hips. My breath hitched as I felt the cool air against my exposed skin, a shiver running down my spine.
“Higher,” Mandy commanded, her voice firm yet encouraging. “You're doing great, Amy. Just a little more.”
As I complied, lifting the dress until my maroon panties were revealed, my cheeks burned with embarrassment and vulnerability. I was really going through with this – allowing Mandy to remove my underwear in a public bathroom, all for the sake of the reasoning she and Mandy had given me out on the reception hall floor. If I was honest, I had committed because I wanted to gain these women's approval, the actual logic of the reasoning had already escaped me.
“Beautiful,” Mandy murmured appreciatively, her eyes drinking in the sight of my trembling form. “Now, hold onto the edge of the sink and spread your legs just a bit. I promise to be gentle.”
I did as instructed, gripping the cold porcelain tightly as I braced myself for what was to come. My heart raced, each beat echoing through my body like thunder. Mandy smiled up at me as she raised her hands and slid them up my smooth legs beneath the bunched up fabric of my dress.
With a surprising gentleness, Mandy's fingertips grazed my hips, carefully hooking into the waistband of my panties. As she slowly began to lower them, I felt a strange mix of emotions – fear, excitement, and an undeniable curiosity that urged me to push my boundaries even further.
“Keep breathing,” Mandy reminded me, her voice soft yet commanding. “You're doing so well, Amy. Just a little more, and you'll be free.”
As my panties slid down my legs and pooled around my ankles, I looked down at Mandy. She was staring up my dress and realized that from her angle on the ground, she could TOTALLY see my pussy. In that moment, I felt exposed and vulnerable – but also undeniably alive. It felt GOOD to be on display for her.
“Step out of them,” Mandy instructed, her gaze not moving from that opportunistic angle.
Taking a deep breath, I obeyed, letting out a soft sigh as I stepped out of my discarded panties. With one hand, Mandy scooped them up, her eyes gleaming with triumph and satisfaction.
“Look at you,” she purred, her other hand having remained on my hip. She moved it so it just barely grazed my pussy for a moment and then lightly ran her fingertips over my left thigh. “So brave, so beautiful. You should be proud of yourself, Amy…I'm proud of you, and grateful to you for sharing this with me.”
I felt a fresh swell of pride wash over me and I beamed widely. Mandy certainly knew how to make a girl feel special.
Mandy made a show of putting my panties on her finger and spinning them on her finger as she rose to her feet. My mouth hang agape as she playfully brought the fabric to her nose and took a quick sniff before balling it up in her hand and held out her other one for me to take.
I pushed off from the sink and let the bunched up fabric of my dress fall back down over my thighs as I took her hand.
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<description><![CDATA[Esmeralda has a dark side named Escarlata. She's also a succubus. As her powers of seduction and flaming destruction awaken, she will light the world on fire. Enter a steampunk realm of action-adventure erotica filled with courtesans, ruthless vigilantes, political intrigue, organized crime and science-fiction mayhem. And lots of hardcore, very explicit sex. Did I […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Esmeralda has a dark side named Escarlata. She's also a succubus. As her powers of seduction and flaming destruction awaken, she will light the world on fire.
Enter a steampunk realm of action-adventure erotica filled with courtesans, ruthless vigilantes, political intrigue, organized crime and science-fiction mayhem. And lots of hardcore, very explicit sex.
Did I mention the clockwork assassins, dominatrix-nuns, airships and super soldiers? It's all absolutely unhinged (there's tentacles).
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<h3>Excerpt from Esmeralda & Escarlataby © Copyright 2024 Alejandro Ashes</h3>
She loosened her unnatural hold just enough for them to immediately feel uncertain about whether to reach for their pants first or their blades.
“Knock this bitch out again, quickly!” shouted the commander, wiping drool from his mouth and casting his eyes wildly about.
The nearest man grabbed her hair from behind and she squealed with delight, bending over to shove her pussy right onto his dick with unnatural speed and perfect aim. It slipped right inside her and he groaned with ecstasy, before struggling vainly to focus on attacking her, fists clenching and unclenching.
Instead, he felt compelled only to ram his dick in and out of her faster and faster while pulling her hair like the reins to a mare, and when the others saw her voluptuous tits bouncing and bouncing after each thrust, hard nipples seeming to stare into their eyes, they became enraged by their lack of control and desired nothing more than to tame her once and for all.
She could see that dark impulse written on their faces, to crush her will and regain their virility, their mastery of physicality, their sense of manliness. She loved their powerlessness. These were not men to be seduced for her pleasure. These were men who deserved only to be punished with unhinged sadism.
And they’ll fucking love every second of it.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she called out. “Come beat this pussy up you cowardly fucks.”
They descended on her, slapping her face, shoving their fingers in her mouth to fishhook her lip, grabbing her breasts aggressively, thudding fists into her abs and yet she felt only pleasure. Their strikes barely registered, absorbed instead by the flaming ignition in her cells.
As they took turns flipping her around and fucking her mouth, shoving their cocks into her ass, up her cunt, in between her tits, plugging and unplugging every orifice in a gangbang of limbs, spit, cum, pussy juice, sweat and screaming joy, slapping her tits repeatedly, a seductive frenzy seized them all, with Escarlata’s radiant power conducting an orgiastic symphony.
It was at that moment, a few of the men realized they were burning horribly, cocks turning to ashes, hands barbecued to bony stubs, faces charbroiled and tongues bubbling like oil on a hot pan.
Even the nearby trees and bushes began to wilt and crumble to ashes, snapping and popping as she radiated more and more semi-visible heat, bending the air.
“No, no, don’t stop!” she teased, bathing in their primitive terror, their conflicting desires and their animalistic madness.
One of the men jumped back before he was fully consumed in fire, rolling around in the dirt and patting the flames out, then searching the nearest satchel with his one remaining hand to find an emergency flare.
He gripped the handle, nearly crying out with joy as he managed to aim it high and trigger the alchemical powders inside the matchlok to spark a bright comet-like streak that shot upwards with golden light.
Escarlata twisted her hips with superheated force, turning the last remaining dicks plugging her ass and pussy into disintegrated nothingness as two men fell to their knees howling in pain. She felt deep disappointment at no longer being stuffed airtight.
Man parts littered the earth in a bloody and cooked char. One of the friars had even burned to a blackened skeleton, the sizzling lust having reduced everything else to gray powder. His skull leaned back, mouth agape in a death orgasm.
“Wait!” she cried out to the man who had scrambled away. “Why did you send up that flare, you fucking idiot? Now you have to share me with your friends.”
Ohhh, how I hope they come soon! I’m not even close to satisfied.
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<description><![CDATA[Ever dreamt of a world where passion meets luxury? Read tales where love isn't just about emotions but also about the allure of wealth and power. Can anything beat plenty of love and money at the same time? Exactly! You either have one or the other, maybe even none! But when it comes to books, […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Ever dreamt of a world where passion meets luxury? Read tales where love isn't just about emotions but also about the allure of wealth and power.
Can anything beat plenty of love and money at the same time? Exactly! You either have one or the other, maybe even none! But when it comes to books, everything’s possible. Money can and will bring happiness, not to mention love.
Now, let me introduce you to some of my favorite billionaire romance books.
<h2>Billionaire Romance Stories, Is It a Taboo?</h2>
Billionaire romance stories are a popular subgenre within steamy and erotic romance literature that often portray an extravagant lifestyle and passionate love affairs between wealthy characters. Though some critics may raise eyebrows at the portrayal of such relationships–this is why many of us thinks this is close to taboo–it’s worth noting that the genre is not considered taboo in the true sense of the word. Why the billionaire romance genre stands out? We collected some of the most important reasons:
<h4>Ultimate Luxury Fantasy and Escapism</h4>
These novels typically portray a lifestyle of unimaginable wealth and luxury, which provides readers an escape from the mundane aspects of everyday life. The settings often include exotic locations, opulent homes, and a lifestyle that most can only dream of, offering a form of vicarious living through the characters.
<h4>Power Dynamics between the Characters</h4>
The billionaire character often holds a position of power and control, which creates intriguing and complex dynamics in the romantic relationship. This power can be alluring to readers, who are drawn to the tension and eventual emotional vulnerability shown by such a seemingly invincible figure.
<h4>Transformation and Redemption</h4>
Many billionaire romances involve themes of personal growth and redemption. The wealthy protagonist often undergoes significant character development, influenced by their love interest, who frequently is portrayed as more grounded or morally upright. This transformation is a compelling aspect of the narrative arc.
<h4>Cinderella Theme</h4>
The common trope of an ordinary individual meeting and falling in love with someone extraordinarily wealthy mirrors the classic Cinderella story, appealing to universal fantasies about love transcending socio-economic boundaries.
<h4>Emotional Intensity and High Stakes</h4>
With vast fortunes often come big problems. The plots in billionaire romances can involve high-stakes situations and intense drama, which keep readers engaged. The emotional depth explored in these narratives, from trust issues to personal sacrifices, adds layers to the romantic storyline.
<h4>Variety within the Trope</h4>
Despite the common elements, there is considerable variety in how stories involving a billionaire protagonist are told. They can range from light and humorous to dark and intense, cover sub-genres like suspense, fantasy, or even science fiction, and explore various romantic pairings and dynamics.
While some readers may find certain themes, like power dynamics or materialism, problematic, these stories still cater to a wide audience seeking fantasy. In the following section we collected some of the latest and top titles worth to read.
<h2>What Are The Top Sexy Billionaire Romance Books?</h2>
 
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<h3>Once Upon A Lie (Once Upon A Billionaire Book 1), by Abena Ambrosa (2024)</h3>
Once Upon A Lie is an appealing tale that follows Leticia, who is forced to take her twin sister's place and marry her boss, Diego, on the day of the wedding. This grumpy sunshine romance explores the story of an arranged marriage between Leticia, the optimistic and resilient protagonist, and Diego, a brooding billionaire with a tragic past. The story also has a well-crafted antagonist in Belén, Leticia's twin sister, who adds tension and conflict to the plot.
I think Once Upon A Lie is an lovely read with a perfect match in Leticia and Diego. The layers of their history make the story even more intriguing, their chemistry is undeniable, and I found myself rooting for them.
Once Upon A Lie is a true page-turner novel and a great pick for the lovers of billionaire romance genre. I'm excited to read the next book in the series.
 
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<h3>The Billionaire’s Plan, by Keira Landry (2023)</h3>
This one is likely to become a classic and being familiar with the movie industry today, I have a strong feeling that it will be turned into a movie. The concept is pretty simple to understand. She’s good looking, but homeless. Her life hasn’t been great lately. She’s trying to get back on her feet, but she needs help.
Then, you have him. He’s a bit older, but just as attractive. He’s loaded and he wants to leave his past behind. That means his family and his ex-wife. However, to do it properly, he needs a girlfriend or at least someone who can pretend to be his girlfriend.
It sounds like the perfect match, but an apparently fake relationship gets a bit steamy when the chemistry becomes inevitable. Meanwhile, everyone in his life wants her out because she’s in the way. I’ll let you figure it out yourself, I don’t want to give you any spoilers.
 
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<h3>King of Pride, by Ana Huang (2023)</h3>
Two different people, with the same high level of attraction. Kai is a CEO who's always reserved and controlled. He wants to keep everything smooth and simple in terms of business. Chaos? The last thing he wants to hear about. His idea of fun? Translating things into Latin. Boring!
Isabella is everything he should stay away from. Her purple hair and full of life attitude scream chaos. She’s the bartender in a club Kai accepts. Everyone loves her, except for him. He’s the only man she couldn’t charm.
You don’t need me to tell you that some sort of attraction kicks in. The question is, are they going to leave everything behind in order to make it happen? He’s about to lose an empire and she could lose everything that means life to her.
 
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<h3>Strictly Pleasure, by Carrie Elks (2023)</h3>
A player and a girl who’s seeking pleasure, it sounds like the perfect match. He’s an arrogant CEO who looks incredibly good. He’s rich and he knows how to talk to a lady. But at the same time, he admits that he never sleeps with the same woman two times.
She decides to take it. It’s all about pleasure, right? One innocent night of fun and lust. She throws in a few lies as well, thinking that she’ll never see him again. But here it comes, they’ve been picked as godparents to their friends’ newborn. They have some common friends.
In other words, they’ll have to spend quite a bit of time together, even though both of them hate the idea. He looks like a good man, especially when she sees him holding that baby. But then, she doesn’t want to fall for him again.
 
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<h3>One Night with the Billionaire Boss, by Serenity Woods (2023)</h3>
Two best friends, one of them needs to get pregnant and the other one is willing to help. Promising start, right? This is one of those erotic billionaire romance books with a bit of action and humor too, rather than just pure lust.
Oliver has always had a crush on her, asking her out on dates continuously and getting rejected all the time. He looks good and he’s a billionaire, but she has her reasons. He’s already broken her heart before and she doesn’t want to make the same mistake again.
However, she wants a baby and the queue for donors is incredibly long. Therefore, she has to ask a friend for help. He agrees to do it, but only the old fashioned way. And that’s when the steamy romance begins.
 
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<h3>Highest Bidder, by Sara Cate (2023)</h3>
Definitely one of my favorite billionaire romance books and one with a few interesting plot twists. Her story takes her to an unusual place, working at the Salacious Players’ Club. But one day, she ends up out for auction to the highest bidder.
Whoever wins will take her out on a date. It’s not really her type of entertainment. She likes to play the piano and take road trips in a camper van. But then, Ronan, an old and filthy rich man, decides to put 100,000 on the table.
She decides to take it. After all, it’s life changing money. One thing leads to another and after a quick trip to Paris, he invites her to become his sugar baby. There are a few issues though. He’s much older and back in the day, he dated her mother. Now, let the plot twists begin!
 
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<h3>Brutal Billionaire, by Laurelin Paige (2023)</h3>
This is one of those erotic billionaire romance books that scream masculinity. It’s not a classic cliché, trust me. Anyway, Holt is what most women would refer to as royalty. He’s a CEO, he’s got the power and he’s stinky rich. He runs a media empire and he decides who’s going to be the next star in this company.
Meanwhile, he’s super possessive and brutal at times, but she’s willing to take a chance. She wants to be noticed and become a celebrity because she knows she has what it takes to get there. However, the tension is palpable. She can feel his eyes crawling on her body, from head to toe.
She’s married, but she knows he usually gets what he wants. And he doesn’t want her on the screen only, but also in his bed. Despite being married, she has the feeling that no one can really protect her from his desire.
 
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<h3>Billionaire's Cream (Forbidden Daddy Milking Shorts Book 2), by Krystal Clark (2023)</h3>
Billionaire's Cream is a provocative, erotic short read that explores the sexual desire of submission. The story revolves around a billionaire CEO, Saint, and his new secretary, whose interview takes an unexpected turn.
Their affair starts with instant attraction. Their relationship characterized by a significant age gap and a dominant-submissive dynamic.
The story is laced with explicit themes such as milking, dirty talk, and pregnancy–so I would say this book has a lot of taboo sections. But all within the context of their consensual relationship. This book is a plot-light, steamy romance read designed for mature audiences seeking an intense, erotic escape.
 
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<h3>Hate Notes, by Vi Keeland (2018)</h3>
Hate Notes is a captivating romance novel that begins with a mysterious note sewn into a wedding dress. The protagonist, while attempting to sell her own unworn bridal gown, stumbles upon a heartfelt message from a man named Reed Eastwood, which sparks her curiosity and leads her to him. However, Reed Eastwood is not just the romantic man she imagined; he's also her new boss, and he's arrogant and demanding.
As their relationship unfolds, Charlotte is determined to uncover the story behind Reed's last love letter, despite the complex dynamics between them. The novel is slightly steamy, with moments of passion and desire, but at its core, it's a classic billionaire romance. The narrative explores the tension between Charlotte and Reed, their growing attraction, and the unfolding mystery of Reed's past love. The story promises an unpredictable journey, making it an exciting read for fans of the genre.
<h2>Final Thoughts on Billionaire Romance Books</h2>
Which of these billionaire romance novels caught your eye?
I can probably go on with a bunch of extra billionaire romance books, but I think these titles are the best of the recent years and likely to impress you. Whether you're after a bit of lust, steamy romance, or just pure pleasure, I believe you'll find everything you need in this list.
While some may argue that the popularity of billionaire romance books is a reflection of our society's obsession with wealth and power, others see it as a way to explore complex power dynamics and emotional connections in a fictional setting. Regardless of the reason, it's clear that billionaire romance books are here to stay.
One of the great things about the billionaire romance genre is the diversity of stories and characters. From self-made billionaires to inherited wealth, and from dominant alpha males to sensitive and emotional heroes, there's a wide range of characters and storylines to choose from. This diversity allows readers to find a story that resonates with them and meets their specific desires and preferences.
Check out our also our favorite <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/top-alpha-males-books/">alpha male romance books</a>.
Stay tuned as we continuously update this list with fresh releases and reader-favorite billionaire romances.
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<description><![CDATA[You'll Be Mine Book 8 She’s a Bratva princess. He’s the man in charge of her safety. But he wants to guard more than just her body… Frost I want to make Natasha Maksimov smile and laugh. Gasp and cry out in pleasure. I want to worship every ounce of her. And make her my […]
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She’s a Bratva princess. He’s the man in charge of her safety. But he wants to guard more than just her body…
Frost
I want to make Natasha Maksimov smile and laugh. Gasp and cry out in pleasure. I want to worship every ounce of her. And make her my f*cking queen. But I also want to wreck her. Wrap my hand around her soft throat and squeeze. Control her breathing. Her orgasms. Her pleasure. Sully her. F*cking defile her perfect body. Take everything she has to give. Her love, her pleasure, her devotion. Every f*cking thing. And return it tenfold.
Nat
Frost is tall, broad, and goddamn scary. His face says ‘don’t you f*cking dare to even breathe in my direction.’ All manly, hard, carved lines. He’s eating me up just as much as I’m f*cking drooling over his mouthwatering ruggedness. Maybe he’s the one who needs his body guarded…
You met Natasha Maksimov in BRATVA. 
Lurking in the shadows. Ever watchful. Always protective.
Obsession has made them bold and now, the time has come for these stalkers to step out into the light. Once unleashed, absolutely no one and nothing will stop these morally gray heroes from claiming the object of their desire. But will love be enough to conquer all? 
Nine of your favorite instalove authors are inviting you to join the dark, dangerous, and dirty world of safe stalkers. So, ask yourself—do you dare?
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<h3>Excerpt from Owned By My Stalker © Copyright 2024 Imani Jay</h3>
“No.” The word leaves my lips with finality as I cross my arms over my ample chest, an eyebrow arched in defiance at my older brother.
He scowls right back, his face turning thunderous. In his impeccably tailored suit and with his brooding intensity, he looks every inch the formidable Bratva boss. But I couldn’t care less. Growing up in this family, I’ve long since become immune. I’m just as much of a lunatic as he is, and the fool damn well knows it.
“The fuck you mean, no?” Mitya bites out, his baritone roughened with frustration.
I roll my eyes, completely unfazed. “No, my dearest brother,” I enunciate slowly, as if speaking to a particularly dense idiot. “I do not need a babysitter.”
A muscle ticks in Mitya’s jaw as he visibly struggles to rein in his temper. He pinches the bridge of his nose. The familiar gesture almost has me cracking a smile. My brother, the drama queen.
But then Mitya does something that takes me by complete surprise. He steps closer and grips my upper arms in his large hands. His touch is firm but gentle.
When my brother speaks again, the gruffness in his voice has gentled into something rawer. “It’s not safe, Nat. We have enemies out there. They’re after us. All of us.” His warm brown eyes, so much like my own, drill into mine, willing me to understand. “We can’t take any chances.”
I swallow hard, my throat growing tight. Mitya has always been the quintessential overprotective big brother, but this feels different. The concern on his face, the almost desperate edge in his words… it unsettles me.
“But, Mitya, I’m not involved in the business,” I try to reason, though I can feel my resolve wavering. “And you know I’m always careful. I practice self-defense with your guys. I’m always carrying…”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He releases a heavy sigh, his broad shoulders slumping. “But I need to know that you’re also covered. You don’t want to live here. You don’t want our men tagging you. Fine. But do this for me. For our peace of mind.” His gaze turns beseeching, his grip on my arms tightening. “This guy is the best in the business. Please, Nat.”
The plea in his tone, the worry swimming in his eyes… it melts my heart. How can I refuse him?
My mind flashes to the portrait of Dmitry’s mother hanging in the hall. Katerina Maksimov, our father’s first wife… brutally murdered by a Maksimov enemy. The idea of putting my father and brothers through that kind of pain again, the knowledge that they’d never recover if something happened to me… it guts me.
Schooling my features into a look of mild exasperation to mask the sudden sting of tears, I heave a fake sigh. “Fine.” I throw my hands up in defeat. “I’ll take the glorified stalker. But don’t expect me to be happy about it.”
The corners of Mitya’s mouth kick up in a tiny, knowing smirk. He sees right through my act, the bastard. But the relief that flashes across his face warms my heart.
Pulling out his phone, he fires off a quick text. A few minutes later, a sharp knock sounds at the heavy mahogany door of Mitya’s opulent office.
The door swing open, and I swear to God, time stops.
The man who strides in is the most darkly beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. Tall and powerfully built, he moves with the lethal grace of a predator, all strength and controlled danger.
He wears a black leather jacket like a second skin, stretched over broad shoulders and thick biceps. His dark hair is cropped short, the severe style emphasizing the hard planes and angles of his ruggedly handsome face. A hint of scruff shadows his square jaw, making my fingers itch to feel the rasp against my palm.
But it’s his gaze that pulls me in, even hidden behind his sunglasses. I can feel the intensity of his eyes, like a physical touch, raking over my body with heat. It sends an electric shiver down my spine.
“Natasha, this is Frost,” Mitya introduces, but his words sound distant, muffled under the sudden roaring in my ears.
“What?” I mumble incoherently, my brain struggling to process the overwhelming maleness of the man facing us.
Frost. Of course, that would be his name. It suits him. His aura is as icy as a Siberian winter.
“Nickname,” he clarifies, and sweet baby Jesus, even his voice is pure sex. Low and gravelly, with a raspy undertone that makes me think of cigar smoke and rumpled satin sheets. There is an accent there too, faint but noticeable. Something European, if I have to guess.
He utters that lone word with cool indifference, but I could have sworn I detect a flicker of amusement in the quirk of his sensual mouth. The arrogant curl of it should piss me off. Would have, if I hadn’t been so thoroughly distracted by the sudden urge to taste it.
Swallowing hard against the dryness in my throat, I run my gaze over the chiseled lines of his face, the carved beauty of it igniting an almost physical ache in my chest. Every inch of him screams danger, from the readiness of his massive frame to the predatory stillness in his stance. And yet I’ve never been so thoroughly attracted to anyone in my life.
A shiver runs through me, goosebumps rising on my skin despite the warmth of the room. Is it fear or anticipation? I can’t tell. All I know is that this man, this veritable mountain masquerading as a human being, is going to irrevocably change my world.
And heaven help me, but a part of me longs for it.
Mitya clears his throat pointedly, jolting me from my dazed stupor. Cheeks heating, I snap my gaze back to my brother. He is watching me with raised eyebrows, his expression confused.
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A Spicy Tale of Bondage, Discipline & Submission in a Cruel New World
In a grim post-apocalyptic wasteland, where women are scarce and treated like livestock, Clare’s disguise as a teenage boy has kept her safe…until now. The soldier who discovers her secret promises to keep it, in exchange for her complete submission to his brutal desires. Being locked away and his to play with is fine for Clare, but her predicament deepens when he asks if he can bring two of his friends to share her.
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<h3>Excerpt from Devour You © Copyright 2024 Maeve Harlow</h3>
The van jolts to a stop. There are four of us in the back, four orphan boys. My disguise has worked so far but only because no one has looked too closely. If I can get inside the camp without anyone finding out, I might just be able to disappear in there. A few weeks ago I’d met a family, a father and his two children, who had told me about the camp. It was a large industrial complex the military had started using as a base during the war. That was years ago, now they were rounding up what was left of humanity and bringing them there to restart society from the scraps the war and the bombs left behind. The father had warned me also that I should avoid this place at all costs. Rebuilding society meant children, and women to have them. The soldiers who’d survived took it upon themselves to “assist” with this repopulation, with or without consent. And from the stories he’d told me, it was mostly without. He’d left the camp, sneaking out in the night. The next day he cropped his daughter’s hair and dressed her in boy's clothes. After we parted ways, I did the same.
But they’d trapped me. As I went into a grocery store to find food, I fell through the floor and into a cage, then waited for three excruciating hours until a group of men came, took my bag and shoes, and put me in the back of the van with three boys, war orphans. I’m small enough to pass for a teenage boy and hoped no one would notice otherwise.
“Check them for weapons,” I hear as the van door slides open. Shit. They’d already checked once, but not very thoroughly, just patting our pockets. Even a slightly more hands-on frisk and they’d be bound to notice I’m a woman and not a boy. The three boys get out, and I stay where I am, starting to shake even more than I was. I don’t have a plan, I’m just scared, and trying to buy time to think. For a minute nothing happens and I think maybe I can get away with this, hide in the van and sneak inside somehow, steal some supplies, and get out before anyone notices.
“There’s one more.” The driver, you bastard.
A man sticks his head into the van and looks around until he sees me cowering in the corner. “Get out.”
I don’t move, panic sending beads of sweat down my neck and ribs. He slams a fist on the roof of the van and I scramble out onto the pavement. The van drives away as the man grabs me by the elbow and drags me towards a corrugated metal wall.
“Hands on the wall.”
This time I do as I’m told, I’m out of options. I try to keep from whimpering as he roughly pats my arms and shoulders, then puts his hands around my rib cage and freezes. He’s running his thumbs over something and I realize what it is at the same time he does: the band of my sports bra. Before I can react he whips me around, pushing me back against the wall. With one hand he pins both my wrists to my chest, with the other pulls my hood back and hat off and grabs my chin, jerking my face up towards his. Neither of us moves for a few seconds. He’s much taller than me, with broad shoulders, short hair, and end-of-day scruff. I can hear my teeth clattering violently. If he turns me in…
I try to speak but it comes out as a sniffle.
He rubs his thumb roughly over my trembling bottom lip and lets out a sigh. “You poor thing.”
He turns to shout something to one of the guards, I have to do something. “No!” I gasp, “Please! Just… d-don’t tell anyone, please!”
He stares at me but then shakes his head.
I keep trying. “Please, you know what they’ll do to me, you don’t have to say anything… I… please…”
“It doesn’t work like that, sweetheart.”
But he hasn’t called anyone over yet. His hand is still cupping my face and his thumb rubs my lip again and then caresses my cheek and the cleft in my chin. He’s looking at me like he’s thinking about taking me right here against the wall. Now I’m thinking about it too and, well, I’m kind of turned on. For a second I think, maybe it could just be him, I’d take one man over a hundred, and looks-wise he could certainly be worse.
“I’ll do anything you want,” I whisper, leaning toward him. “You can keep me to yourself, you won’t have to share with anyone. Please, I’m worth it, I promise.”
“I’m not…like that. I don’t want a slave.”
“But I want you, I do,” I say, “I think you’re hot and I love the way you’re looking at me and it’s been so long since I’ve been touched.”
I realize as I’m saying it that it’s completely true. I want him, desperately.
His hand cups my cheek and a flash of longing crosses his face. “It’s not worth the risk.”
“It will be. I will be. I want to feel you inside me, filling me.”
He looks over at the guards, then back at me, and finally lets go of my wrists. I gasp for breath and close my eyes for a second. This could actually work.
“Put your hat and hood back on, keep your head down, don’t speak, and do exactly as I say.” I nod vigorously. “Hold your stomach, like you’re going to be sick.” I nod, doing as he says. He takes one arm and drags me towards the guards.
“This kid is sick, he puked in the van, I’m taking him to Med.”
There’s a quick exchange and he leads me through the door and down a hallway. Then we’re outside again between two long buildings, stepping over pieces of plywood and garbage.
We walk for several more minutes, then stop at a warehouse that looks identical to all the others. He takes out a set of keys and unlocks a side door, guides me inside, and locks it behind him. It’s pitch black. I was so relieved at not being turned in I hadn’t thought about what would come next, but now I do. I’m scared. I’ve never been fucked by a stranger before. And the rough way he was handling me and the ravenous looks he kept giving me are as terrifying as they are arousing.
There’s a click a few feet away from me which makes me jump back, bumping into something solid. Another click and a lantern turns on, revealing a large open warehouse full of cars and vans, most of them missing parts. His hand is under my elbow again, dragging me towards a narrow set of stairs and pushing me up them. He unlocks the doors at the top. Too late I realize I should be paying attention to which keys he’s using. Never too early to start working on an escape plan.
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