Once their little game ended, Dominic wrote Allison a check and moved on with the woman he had always loved. Allison accepted her fate and quietly left his world. But just as she was ready to commit to another man, Dominic barreled back into her life, all passion and fire. "I was your first love!" He offered her billions, begging her to spare him even a glance. "Want a date with me? Please wait in line, Mr. Clark."
That evening, after ending things with Ethan Hopkins, Allison Roberts found herself nursing her sorrows with alcohol at a local bar.
Later, in a dimly lit corner, she passionately kissed a strikingly handsome man.
As the effects of the alcohol painted her cheeks flushed pink and brought a sparkle to her eyes, the man, with a raspy, alluring voice, suggested, "Should we take this somewhere else?"
Now slightly sober, Allison's gaze finally focused on the man's face. It was Dominic Clark.
Allison initially recoiled but soon extended her arms, clasping her arms around Dominic's neck with even greater intensity than before and melding into his embrace.
Dominic, glancing down, admired her delicate, appealing collarbone and the graceful arc of her neck. His eyes narrowed appreciatively. Allison was undeniably skilled at drawing men in. He had to concede that her physique and features matched his preferences perfectly.
Sensing his intense look, Allison's lips curved into a slight smile. Her lips, emitting a tantalizing scent, neared Dominic's ear until her warm breath tickled his skin.
At that moment, Allison's smile was bewitching, and her voice dripped with allure as she whispered, "Are you interested in me?"
As Allison spoke, her slender hand gently traced down from Dominic's shoulder, her fingers teasing the transparent buttons. Her gaze, filled with unspoken desire, locked onto Dominic.
Dominic swallowed hard, his voice low and seductive, resonating in her ear. "Yes, I am. And you?"
In response, Allison's rosy lips met Dominic's.
Surprised by her forwardness, Dominic tensed for a moment before his embrace tightened, pressing her against the sofa as their kiss deepened.
Leaning against Dominic like a contented cat, Allison was enveloped in the warmth of his shoulder.
"To the hotel," Dominic murmured, his voice husky as he caressed her waist. "I'll have the driver take us."
Dominic was drawn to Allison and didn't mind having a one-night stand with her.
Soon after, the driver escorted them safely to the hotel.
The moment they settled into the car, Dominic's kisses resumed, leaving Allison breathless by the time they reached their hotel room.
Their breaths mingling, Allison clung to Dominic's neck and hung on him, her body soft and yielding. The faint scent of his cologne drew her in, intensifying her attraction.
At three in the morning, Allison woke up suddenly. Dominic was nowhere to be seen in the room. The sound of water running in the bathroom was the only noise breaking the silence.
Dominic had been exceptionally tender the previous night, leaving Allison with a lingering sense of contentment.
Allison reached for her phone on the nightstand, only to find it dead, having not been charged.
Pulling back the covers, Allison got out of bed, leaned over the bedside table, and plugged her phone into the charger.
Allison then turned her phone on. As it came to life, it displayed twenty missed calls, all from Ethan. Without a second thought, she added his number to the blacklist.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open and Dominic emerged, clad in a bathrobe, his skin damp with steam.
Dominic was greeted by a delightful view. Allison, with her striking figure, coupled with her long and straight hair cascading down her back, looked radiant. Her skin appeared even more delicate, flushed pink from their recent intimacy.
Dominic swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moving noticeably, and he blurted out, "Are you still in pain?"
Caught off guard by his directness, Allison felt a twinge of embarrassment. It was her first time, after all. She blushed, admitting softly. "It still hurts a little..."
Dominic's smile broadened, pleased by her words. "Sorry, just bear with it a bit longer."
Allison was puzzled by his words and was about to ask for clarification when suddenly, all the lights went out. She felt his arms encircle her waist, holding her close.
The next time Allison opened her eyes, morning light flooded through the windows and Dominic was nowhere to be seen.
Feeling a bit more refreshed after a warm bath, Allison wrapped herself in a bath towel. Her cheeks were rosy, enhancing her already appealing appearance.
No sooner had she stepped out of the bathroom than a knock sounded at the door.
Allison walked over and opened it to find a waitress standing there, holding a large paper bag. "Mr. Clark has chosen some clothes for you," the waitress said with respect.
Allison accepted the bag with thanks and shut the door behind her.
On top of the neatly folded clothes lay Dominic's business card, a clear signal, understood universally.
Relieved and a bit flattered, Allison considered this a sign that Dominic was still interested in having sex with her again.
Allison pulled out a blue slip dress from the bag. Its waist was fitted, accentuating her figure.
A medicine box also lay there. As her eyes fell on it, her cheeks flushed with red.
The ringing of her phone interrupted the silence. Allison picked it up to find her best friend, Madeline Miller, on the line.
"Allison, how's everything going? Did you make it?" Madeline asked.
Glancing at the business card, the dress, and the medicine, Allison hesitated before responding, "Well, I think I made it."
Madeline's relief was palpable through the phone. "That's a relief. I knew Dominic would like your style."
"You know I'm not concerned about that. I just want Ethan to get what he deserves," Allison replied, her voice quivering with emotion. Had it not been for Ethan's actions, she would never have resorted to flirting with Dominic.
Slipping into the dress Dominic had arranged for the hotel waitress to deliver, Allison was surprised to find it fit perfectly.
Dominic seemed to have an eye for details, a trait sharpened, no doubt, by his many encounters. It struck Allison suddenly that she was now part of that history.
Despite having applied the ointment, a lingering ache persisted. Her legs felt weak as she left the hotel.
Allison spotted the taxi she had booked online waiting at the hotel entrance.
Once inside, Allison called the dance center to request leave, explaining that she needed to visit the hospital urgently.
Unable to attend class in her current condition, she made her way directly to the hospital's In-patient Department.
Allison sought out the attending physician for her father Charlie Roberts. The doctor's expression was etched with concern.
The doctor explained, "Your father's condition has deteriorated since last month. Have you considered transferring him to a different facility? There's a specialized senior sanatorium in Zenvale, staffed with international experts. It could significantly benefit him. The only downside is the cost."
"Do you have any knowledge of the cost?" Allison asked.
"For a patient like your father, who requires comprehensive care, various specialists will need to collaborate on his treatment. It would be about one hundred thousand a month..."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.