"I don't want to know how it happened. That man will have me to answer to for the rest of his life.""Caleb—""He will live the rest of his life looking over his shoulders for me..."The voice filtered through into her consciousness, and she opened her eyes to the brightness of a strange room.She managed to turn her head around to check out the room. There was an IV drip connected to her wrist, and her nose crinkled with the smell of antiseptic, making her stomach churn.She was in a hospital.Her body felt like lead, and her head pulsed in time with the steady beep of the heart monitor. "Ow," she croaked in pain as her head began to throb.The men talking at the door turned towards her suddenly at the same time - the movement synchronised and uncanny. One of them made his way towards her, eyes unsmiling."C-Caleb," she stammered."How do you feel?" he asked quietly when he got to her side."I'll get the doctor," said the other man at the door before exiting the room."Who's that?"
Zayed watched as the stripper wound herself round the pole seductively, but his mind was barely registering her. All he wanted to know was how he would get a bride in two weeks. Two. F*ck*ng. Week.Allah, he thought he had more time than this, but his father had fallen sick and had been told to leave the throne for someone younger because of his health. Naturally, his son, Zayed, had come to mind, but Zayed was single to stupor, and his cousin, Fazad, wasn't. Fazad's wedding was in two weeks, and he would be eligible to take the throne unless Zayed could produce a wife before then.So here he was. In the one place, he could relax - Mystique, the exquisite men's club. All around him were men of different calibre, their eyes fixed on the seductress in front.There was Antonio, the heir to the world's most deadly mafia organization, and Jackson, the son of the president of the United States of America. This was one of the very few places that could accommodate them both without war.He t
From the minute he drove off, Zayed knew that he had no other option. There was nobody that would marry him on such notice, so he waited for her call. When he didn't get it three days later, he headed into the club and asked of her. Tania was pleasantly surprised when he requested her presence in a private room."Hello, your highness," she gave a little curtsey as she swung her hips in movement towards him. She was glad for the attire she wore, a simple but elegant dress that hinted at her finger and showed just a hint of skin tastefully.Zayed watched her smooth fluid movements with hooded eyes. When she took her seat beside him, he spoke,"Your call did not come.""Were you waiting for it, your highness?" she countered cheekily, eyes twinkling, dimple in her cheek. "Perhaps you do not need this agreement anymore,""We both do, your highness," As she spoke, she toyed with his opened shirt, occasionally making subtle contacts with his skin. It was a calculated move, a subtle remi
“Oh, this big boy Alpha is not getting the best of me.” Kylie said and waved her hand to dismiss her warriors behind herShe was the beta of the moonstone pack, and she and her men had been on the hunt for a few rogues that had been causing chaos in packs over the country. It turns out that the Alpha of the Rising Gem pack, who was also her ex, was also on the hunt for them and now that one of the rogues had been caught in the borders of the two pack, the big bad Alpha of the Rising Gem pack wanted to dish out justice.No way.Kylie had promised her Alpha she would bring the rogue to their pack.Alpha Reed's nose flared as Kylie sauntered towards him, the sight of her lean, lithe body sending something straight to his cock.He grounded his teeth. He would put this overconfident bitch in her place.Kylie matched up to his face, smiled. “Dismiss your men, please. Or are you scared a girl will kick your ass?”With a raise of his hand, he dismissed his men. Kylie took one step closer. “I
Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly.Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips.Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted.Sex.A copulation of body and soul with her beloved.But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.How could she wait till then?Her remembering the last time they had been together wasn't helping matters as well.His fingers had been so skilful and deft, his mouth on her skin soft and seductive.She didn't know when her hands began to rub on her body, tracing lines across the skin on her neck.One of her hands found its way underneath her gown and pulled away her undergarments. One finger slide in between the folds of her warm, moist cunt and she shivered from the pleasure of it.She inserted another finger, then another and
Aleric stroked his wife's golden hair gently. "Did you miss me, my sweet?Larissa lifted her face from his chest and nuzzled softly as she snuggled closer to him. "Yes... yes, I missed you." Aleric laughed at her rare admission, his heart warming with affection. Larissa was a shy one, always reserved about her feelings or what she needed from him and to hear her confess almost made him shed tears of joy.He stroked her hair and kissed her face and said, "I missed you as well, my love." She whispered, "Very much?" she asked, and Aleric cast down his eyes at her. "Very much." He took her delicate face in his hands and planted a kiss on it. "My heart yearned for you during my stay at Matthew's. I almost couldn't render any help to my poor brother." Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him. "You silly man, so you abandoned Matthew to his fate and ran back home?" Aleric sighed in pretend regret. "Alas, I did," he replied, "but I don't regret it." She giggled, the sound like a chimi
“Miss me?”Aleric struggled to get up from the floor but fell back each time.Marcel smiled as he watched the man at his feet. “I'm stronger now, faster. I can kill you right here right now and leave your carcass for the birds of the air to feed on,”Aleric ignored him and tried standing up again. Larissa. If Marcel knew that his wife was in the room....Marcel began to sniff the air. “I smell woman,”He kicked Aleric aside and stepped into the house.“Why, my lovely lady, Larissa.”She screamed.On weak legs, Aleric got up but was knocked back down by one of the men Marcel had brought to him.“It's me you want, Marcel. Leave her out of this!” Marcel turned to him. “I don't want only you, Aleric,” he started, then his voice went full pitch, “I want you and everyone you've ever crossed paths with! YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!”It was almost difficult for him to draw breathe.“I - I had to, Marcel. I had to.”“Well, you should have made sure I stayed dead, Aleric.”He was getting weaker. His
“NO!” Larissa yelled again and struggled to pull free from the witch holding her. “NO, Aleric! Don't drink it!” If he did, he would lose all of his memories and fall under their spells. She would no longer exist in his mind. He would be nothing but an animal made to kill."I'm waiting, Aleric," said Marcel in a sing-song voice. "Would you rather drink this or watch as your woman's skin melts off her face?"Aleric jerked at his chain. "Don't do this, Marcel.""It's all up to you now, dear Aleric. Drink, or she melts.""NO!" wept Larissa, but even as she spoke, he knew he had no choice. Already, he could see the tip of her hair in the fire, her face flushed and sweaty from the heat."I will drink,"Marcel smiled. "Making wise decisions, Aleric. Good man. You and I will have so much fun. Just like old times, "Before, Marcel reached him with the drink, Aleric locked eyes with his wife."I want a kiss with her,""What??" shrieked Oanez. "You're not in a position to bargain!""I want to
“NO!” Larissa yelled again and struggled to pull free from the witch holding her. “NO, Aleric! Don't drink it!” If he did, he would lose all of his memories and fall under their spells. She would no longer exist in his mind. He would be nothing but an animal made to kill."I'm waiting, Aleric," said Marcel in a sing-song voice. "Would you rather drink this or watch as your woman's skin melts off her face?"Aleric jerked at his chain. "Don't do this, Marcel.""It's all up to you now, dear Aleric. Drink, or she melts.""NO!" wept Larissa, but even as she spoke, he knew he had no choice. Already, he could see the tip of her hair in the fire, her face flushed and sweaty from the heat."I will drink,"Marcel smiled. "Making wise decisions, Aleric. Good man. You and I will have so much fun. Just like old times, "Before, Marcel reached him with the drink, Aleric locked eyes with his wife."I want a kiss with her,""What??" shrieked Oanez. "You're not in a position to bargain!""I want to
“Miss me?”Aleric struggled to get up from the floor but fell back each time.Marcel smiled as he watched the man at his feet. “I'm stronger now, faster. I can kill you right here right now and leave your carcass for the birds of the air to feed on,”Aleric ignored him and tried standing up again. Larissa. If Marcel knew that his wife was in the room....Marcel began to sniff the air. “I smell woman,”He kicked Aleric aside and stepped into the house.“Why, my lovely lady, Larissa.”She screamed.On weak legs, Aleric got up but was knocked back down by one of the men Marcel had brought to him.“It's me you want, Marcel. Leave her out of this!” Marcel turned to him. “I don't want only you, Aleric,” he started, then his voice went full pitch, “I want you and everyone you've ever crossed paths with! YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!”It was almost difficult for him to draw breathe.“I - I had to, Marcel. I had to.”“Well, you should have made sure I stayed dead, Aleric.”He was getting weaker. His
Aleric stroked his wife's golden hair gently. "Did you miss me, my sweet?Larissa lifted her face from his chest and nuzzled softly as she snuggled closer to him. "Yes... yes, I missed you." Aleric laughed at her rare admission, his heart warming with affection. Larissa was a shy one, always reserved about her feelings or what she needed from him and to hear her confess almost made him shed tears of joy.He stroked her hair and kissed her face and said, "I missed you as well, my love." She whispered, "Very much?" she asked, and Aleric cast down his eyes at her. "Very much." He took her delicate face in his hands and planted a kiss on it. "My heart yearned for you during my stay at Matthew's. I almost couldn't render any help to my poor brother." Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him. "You silly man, so you abandoned Matthew to his fate and ran back home?" Aleric sighed in pretend regret. "Alas, I did," he replied, "but I don't regret it." She giggled, the sound like a chimi
Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly.Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips.Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted.Sex.A copulation of body and soul with her beloved.But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.How could she wait till then?Her remembering the last time they had been together wasn't helping matters as well.His fingers had been so skilful and deft, his mouth on her skin soft and seductive.She didn't know when her hands began to rub on her body, tracing lines across the skin on her neck.One of her hands found its way underneath her gown and pulled away her undergarments. One finger slide in between the folds of her warm, moist cunt and she shivered from the pleasure of it.She inserted another finger, then another and
“Oh, this big boy Alpha is not getting the best of me.” Kylie said and waved her hand to dismiss her warriors behind herShe was the beta of the moonstone pack, and she and her men had been on the hunt for a few rogues that had been causing chaos in packs over the country. It turns out that the Alpha of the Rising Gem pack, who was also her ex, was also on the hunt for them and now that one of the rogues had been caught in the borders of the two pack, the big bad Alpha of the Rising Gem pack wanted to dish out justice.No way.Kylie had promised her Alpha she would bring the rogue to their pack.Alpha Reed's nose flared as Kylie sauntered towards him, the sight of her lean, lithe body sending something straight to his cock.He grounded his teeth. He would put this overconfident bitch in her place.Kylie matched up to his face, smiled. “Dismiss your men, please. Or are you scared a girl will kick your ass?”With a raise of his hand, he dismissed his men. Kylie took one step closer. “I
From the minute he drove off, Zayed knew that he had no other option. There was nobody that would marry him on such notice, so he waited for her call. When he didn't get it three days later, he headed into the club and asked of her. Tania was pleasantly surprised when he requested her presence in a private room."Hello, your highness," she gave a little curtsey as she swung her hips in movement towards him. She was glad for the attire she wore, a simple but elegant dress that hinted at her finger and showed just a hint of skin tastefully.Zayed watched her smooth fluid movements with hooded eyes. When she took her seat beside him, he spoke,"Your call did not come.""Were you waiting for it, your highness?" she countered cheekily, eyes twinkling, dimple in her cheek. "Perhaps you do not need this agreement anymore,""We both do, your highness," As she spoke, she toyed with his opened shirt, occasionally making subtle contacts with his skin. It was a calculated move, a subtle remi
Zayed watched as the stripper wound herself round the pole seductively, but his mind was barely registering her. All he wanted to know was how he would get a bride in two weeks. Two. F*ck*ng. Week.Allah, he thought he had more time than this, but his father had fallen sick and had been told to leave the throne for someone younger because of his health. Naturally, his son, Zayed, had come to mind, but Zayed was single to stupor, and his cousin, Fazad, wasn't. Fazad's wedding was in two weeks, and he would be eligible to take the throne unless Zayed could produce a wife before then.So here he was. In the one place, he could relax - Mystique, the exquisite men's club. All around him were men of different calibre, their eyes fixed on the seductress in front.There was Antonio, the heir to the world's most deadly mafia organization, and Jackson, the son of the president of the United States of America. This was one of the very few places that could accommodate them both without war.He t
"I don't want to know how it happened. That man will have me to answer to for the rest of his life.""Caleb—""He will live the rest of his life looking over his shoulders for me..."The voice filtered through into her consciousness, and she opened her eyes to the brightness of a strange room.She managed to turn her head around to check out the room. There was an IV drip connected to her wrist, and her nose crinkled with the smell of antiseptic, making her stomach churn.She was in a hospital.Her body felt like lead, and her head pulsed in time with the steady beep of the heart monitor. "Ow," she croaked in pain as her head began to throb.The men talking at the door turned towards her suddenly at the same time - the movement synchronised and uncanny. One of them made his way towards her, eyes unsmiling."C-Caleb," she stammered."How do you feel?" he asked quietly when he got to her side."I'll get the doctor," said the other man at the door before exiting the room."Who's that?"
“W-what?” She stammered.His voice was levelled and calm as he said, “You heard me, Ireti. Touch yourself.”She tried but couldn't stop the trembling on her whole body. “W-with you watching?”“Yes,” he replied callously and raised his glass to his lips. “We are here because you agreed to my proposal, after all.”Silence — the kind that stretched and wrapped itself around you. “Do not waste my time, Iretiola. I'm waiting,”“Please don't make me do this,” she pleaded, now unable to stop the tears gathering in her eyes. “Why?”“I'll pay you back the money,”“When?”She didn't have a reply for that, so she said again, “Please,”She hated herself for that, but she said again, “Please,”She hated herself for begging and hated herself for the tears. Oh, this bastard would pay for the humiliation he was putting me through — pay a thousand times. She didn't know when she didn't know how, but she would make him pay.She forced herself to meet his eyes; he was staring at her body, a blank flat