Warning ⚠️ "I'm not a child. I can fuck you like any woman you've been with," Alice said, her tongue snaking out to wet her lower lip. Tonight, she'd picked a dress with a very low neckline and she knew she looked seductive. But why this man wouldn't grab her and make love to her was what she couldn't understand. He smirked. "You're only twenty one, pumpkin." "And you're only thirty eight." "That makes me too old for you, girl," he said. She shook her head. He looked at her breasts and she saw the desire in his eyes. She arched forward. "You're not too old. Please fuck me tonight," she heard herself whisper. He took a step back, wanting to get out of the restroom, but then he changed his mind and in the next moment, he grabbed her. Alice was out of breath as his mouth came crashing down on hers. He kissed her long and hard, and when he pulled away, it was to whisper hotly against her ears, "I'm Rodriguez Pedro and I won't stop until I'm done with you."
Alice stepped carefully into the room, her shoes clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The space was large, with high ceilings and dim gold lighting. Plush chairs sat near the windows, and velvet curtains hung heavy over the glass. A glass table stood untouched, and behind it, near the far wall, Rodriguez stood with his back to her, looking out the tall window.
He turned slowly when he heard the door close. His eyes met hers, then shifted away.
"You shouldn't be here," Rodriguez said, his voice low and firm. "You should go back downstairs. Your family is waiting."
Alice didn't move. "I don't want to go back."
Rodriguez raised an eyebrow but didn't speak.
She stepped forward, unhurried but sure of herself. "I came up here because of you," she said. "I saw you leave, and I followed you."
"You followed me?" he asked.
"Yes." She paused. "I wanted to see you."
Rodriguez crossed his arms. "You've seen me. Now go."
"No."
He narrowed his gaze. "Alice."
She tilted her chin up. "I'm not going."
Rodriguez let out a breath and turned his back again. "Your father's downstairs."
"I know."
"He's a police officer."
"I know that too."
Rodriguez's voice dropped, steady but cold. "And you want to be alone in a room with me? What do you think will happen here?"
Alice walked toward him slowly, step by step. "I know what I want."
He turned around sharply. "You don't know what you're asking for."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't," he said. "You're just a girl-"
"I'm not just a girl," she interrupted, stepping closer until there was little space left between them. "I'm not a child. I know who you are. I know the things people say about you. And I know what I want."
Rodriguez looked down at her, his expression tight. "You don't understand the kind of man I am."
"I've heard enough," Alice said. "You're experienced. Some even say dangerous. And you've been with many women."
Rodriguez didn't reply.
She took another step closer. "So why not me?"
He blinked once, slowly. "Because you're different."
She frowned. "Why?"
"Because you're innocent," he said. "Because you're the daughter of a cop. Because you shouldn't want anything from a man like me."
Alice lifted her hand and touched the edge of his suit jacket. "Maybe I want something I've never had before."
He stiffened under her touch. "You don't know what you're asking me to do."
"I want you to touch me."
"No."
"Yes."
Rodriguez turned sharply away from her again, his jaw tight. "I don't touch girls like you."
She moved closer again, now behind him. "That's not true. You're just afraid."
He turned back quickly, his voice rising slightly. "Afraid?"
"Yes," she said. "Afraid you might actually feel something."
Rodriguez's eyes searched hers for a long moment. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the soft beat of music from the floor below and the quiet thrum of silence between them.
Then Alice said softly, "Teach me."
He looked at her, not moving. "Teach you what?"
"What you know. What you've done with others. I want that. From you."
Rodriguez gave a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You don't even know what you're saying."
"I do," she said, more firmly now. "I want you. All of you."
"You shouldn't," he said again, but this time his voice wasn't as strong.
"I don't care what I should or shouldn't want."
He stared at her again, his face unreadable. Then his hand moved. Slowly, he reached forward and brushed his fingers along her jaw.
Alice didn't pull back.
"You don't even flinch," he said quietly. "You have no idea how dangerous I am."
"I'm still here."
For a moment, it looked like he would speak again, but instead, he stepped forward suddenly and pulled her closer, one hand gripping her waist, the other holding the back of her neck.
"You want to learn something?" he said, his voice rough. "Fine."
He kissed her hard, without hesitation. It wasn't gentle or sweet. It was intense, commanding, and nothing like Alice had ever known. His hand stayed tight at her waist, keeping her close. Her lips opened under his, and the moment grew deeper, heavier.
Her fingers clutched at his shirt, and she made a soft sound against his mouth. He pulled back slightly, his breath uneven.
"Still want to keep going?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
He kissed her again, slower this time, but no less firm. One kiss turned into another, and then another, until she was pressed against the edge of the table and his hands were at her waist, then her back.
Rodriguez lifted her gently onto the table without saying anything. He stood between her knees, holding her hips still, kissing her again until her fingers gripped the back of his neck.
He pulled back just enough to look into her face.
"You're shaking," he said.
Alice shook her head. "I'm not afraid."
He held her gaze. "You should be."
Then he kissed her again. Longer. Deeper. Slower.
Her hands moved to his chest, over the buttons of his shirt, and she started undoing them one by one. He didn't stop her. He only watched her with his eyes low and heavy, breathing through his nose.
When she finished, she placed her hands flat on his bare chest.
Rodriguez touched her hair, running his fingers through it slowly. "You're really not going to stop, are you?"
"No."
His hands moved to her back again, finding the zipper of her dress. She didn't stop him.
The dress slid down her shoulders, and she let it fall to her waist. He touched her skin gently at first, as if unsure, then more firmly.
"You're beautiful," he said, his voice quiet now. "You don't know what you do to people."
"I want you to want me," she said.
"I do."
He lifted her into his arms, carried her toward the bed, and laid her down.
"You want me to fuck you. That's exactly what you're going to get."
He breathed.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?