44 - Call Me DaddyMiaSpoiler Alert: I didn’t make it in time. The flight had taken off fifteen minutes before I reached the airport. I demanded the security to let me make sure it hadn’t. I started sobbing when they threatened to call my parents and school—I was still in uniform.There was tightness in my stomach, a painful numbness in my chest. I couldn’t stop him. I wanted to dig a hole for myself and never get out of it. I hated that I couldn’t stop him. Hated myself for ever leaving him alone in that bedroom after he had confessed everything to me. James must have felt guilty for all these years and instead of helping him, consoling him, I added fuel to that guilt-fire by leaving him. I was staring numbly at the crowd of people when someone cleared their throat. I raised my eyes to see a beautiful woman smile at me. “Do you mind if I sit here?”“Sure. Sit. Sleep.” I shrugged, wiping my face. I didn’t know when I had started crying. “Do whatever you want. Life has no meaning.”
EpilogueMia“Ah—”“That’s it, my sweet dirty princess.” James grunted, his length filling me up in one fluid motion. “That’s it. That’s it.” “Daddy…” I sighed, melting into his arms when they tightened around me. My half-lidded eyes met his ocean-eyes, so clear and sharp.He slammed into me. My lips parted in a soundless moan at the pleasure of his cock stretching me and brushing against the g-spot. My fingers scrunched his shirt when he increased his pace, his warm breath fanning on my cheek when he pressed against me, lifting me effortlessly in such a small space. “Such a good girl,” he crooned in my ears, squeezing my waist when I tried my best to stifle my moans. “I’m gonna come…” “Cum on my cock, my sweet princess slut.” Pleasure tightened in knots inside me, his length throbbing and pulsing. “Cum. For. Me.” His hand covered my mouth, and I had to bite down on his hand when I exploded with pleasure. His thrusts became rampant when my walls spasmed around him with orgasm, p
Note: This scene has CNC (consensual non-consent) roleplay.Bonus SceneMiaScreams echoed around me, people laughing, dancing and drinking as strobe lights flashed over Summer’s living room, which was converted to a stage. I tried to cover my ears, giggling when the hanging skeleton’s bones brushed over my head, trying to make my way through the sweaty, drunk teens towards the kitchen. “Hey M!” I rolled my eyes and turned around to see the familiar face that was stroked with black and white paint. “A skull? So original, Aaron.” He checked me out, heat flooding my cheeks as I tugged at the little red skirt. “And you’re a hot demon or little red riding hood?”I lowered the red hood and tightening the string around my neck, its silky cape fluttering against my thigh over the black stockings I wore. When I had donned the costume, it felt a little tight but also made me feel very, very sexy. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he finally sees me. “I’m looking for Summer,” I yelle
BOSSY BODYGUARD Part One“The only eyes I want on me right now are yours.”1 - Quite a Dirty Little Mouth You HaveEmmaTurns out, going alone at a sex-club is lonelier than I thought. My eyes zeroed on the bar. Many patrons clad in expensive suits and glittering dresses were either seated in the personal booth for more privacy or dancing on the stage. Heads turned towards and the awareness of being watched creeped over my skin with a slight shiver. But I ignored it. Because I was Emma Moore and I had been under an eye of surveillance since the day my mother conceived me. My fingers clammed into a fist and breath wavered, but I focused on one thing only. The bar. I needed to stop it. Stop thinking for a while. Sex was unfortunately out of the question, but thankfully, humankind has created several other ways to stop thinking. One of them was—“One Negroni please,” I said to Joe, the bartender, who winked at me and started making one of my favourite drinks. “No more seconds today,
2 - Show MeCillianThe girl in the black dress seemed like a nuisance. The kind that gets you in trouble with just one batt of her pretty long lashes or sweet smile full of dirty promises. I could tell by the relaxed yet confident way she walked, with a little sway of her hips that made me and the entire male population in the club clench their fists. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little vixen. Her baby blue eyes widened just a fraction when I stood up from the stool, easily towering her curvy, short frame even when she was donning the sexy pink heels. I could see the surprise and lust pooling in her panties—if she was wearing any—the way her breath hitched and the subtle clench of her thighs. Fuck me. I love the way she smelled. Sweet, sensual mix of coconut and heady vanilla. I raised my brow when her eyes peered over my frame for the umpteenth time. And for a split second, the urge to just tug down my sleeves and call it a day came bubbling up. The stupid idea of Sean
3 - Happy BirthdayEmmaI don’t like possessive men. Period. Nine out of the ten times, they think I’m their objects of desire and a toy to play with when bored. Like a kitten who would hiss at anyone who tries to steal his favourite toy. But… when Cillian said it.I don’t like to share what’s mine. And you’re mine for tonight, Doll.It wasn’t possessive. It was demanding. An order. A prayer, if you will. And it was just for one night. I was his, and he was mine. So why not have a little bit of fun? My eyes ran over his form in the suit, stripping him naked in my head and wondering how hot he’d look with tattoos all over his body. Did he have them all over his body? I was willing to find out as soon as I get him alone. It was different with him standing so close in the elevator but not touch me. My thighs were still a little shaky at what he had told me to do in the hallway, and I had done it without a single thought. Because no one challenged Emma Moore and won. I had done it out
4 - Watch MeEmmaMy cheeks were blazing when he titled his head, noticing every little tremble of my body and taking it in. He was like a predator. “Give me your panties, Doll.”“What?” “You won’t be needing them anytime soon. So give it to me before I tear them off of you.” Cillian said those filthy arousing words as if he was talking about clothes and not about my fucking panties. “I won’t be gentle, Doll,” he added, still sitting in that damn armchair and looking smug as hell when I swallowed all the champagne from my glass and kept it on the table. If he wanted to do me for his birthday, I’d make sure this is one of his best birthdays ever. “Cillian,” I called him, my voice sweet and soft. Moving my hair over my shoulder, I spread my legs and slowly tugged the skirt of the dress up my thighs. “Watch me.”I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me as I hooked my fingers through the lace and slowly peeled them over my inner thighs. I let out a sigh as the c
5 - Show Me Your TongueCillianEmma obeyed, parting her pouty pink lips after wetting them with her tongue. I had to ignore the itch to fist her pretty blonde curls and thrust inside her welcoming mouth. Her soft fingers wrapped around my girth, a deep groan eliciting from my throat when she pumped me slowly before taking me in her mouth. I relished the warmth and wetness, exhaling sharply when she gave small cat licks to the head, playing with the piercing. Fucking tease. With a low growl, I wrapped my hand around her hair, tugging her head back and holding her jaw, I leaned down and said, “Stop teasing me. It won’t end well, Doll.” She trembled, but I continued with my firm voice, “Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?”She nodded, her throat bobbing. “Open your mouth and show me your tongue.”She obeyed and her eyes widened when I spit on her tongue. When she didn’t tap my thigh or pulled away, I tightened the hold on her hair, noting the little tremble. “Good girl.
2 - Be a Good BoyAnnaMy lips parted hearing his filthy words, my thighs clenching at his deep, rumbling voice. No one had ever spoken to me that way in forty-one years of my life.He was hot as hell, and he knew it. His suit looked expensive, his white shirt ironed perfectly as it fit him like a second skin. His slacks were silk and his shoes… made him look young.And even though his tall, lean body was made for the suit, he didn’t seem like he ever wore suits. With the piercings and tattoos, I could guess he looked better in a leather jacket. His shiny long locks made him look like a hot, rebellious rockstar that had pestered me for my number when I was young.What the hell are you thinking, Anna?“I…”“Stop
Dedicated to every one who wanted not one, but two hot and young boyfriends who worship you like a Goddess.Part One“I want to fuck you like a hot milf you are.”1 - Pardon my LanguageCalebSome would say I looked like a fuckboy dressed as a gentleman at my ex’s bachelor party. I turned off my Peach—yes, I named my bike, boo-fucking-hoo—and unclipped my helmet. The ride was smooth with minimal traffic, but a small part of me craved something… dangerous. Or darker. The adrenaline was still running high, and I wished I could turn back around and go ride again.It was happening again, and I was trying my best to be a good-fucking-boy when all I wanted to do was chase addiction. Any addiction.It’s a good day—week for Aaron. You promised you’d be there for him.Shaking my head, I fixed my suit and checked the shoelaces of my Vans. Dad had given a couple of his since they were getting too tight for him. I had a lean muscular body, so they fit me perfectly—almost too perfectly, and I sen
Bonus Scene of Billionaire BossNote: This scene happened in the middle of the book, after they signed the contract.SummerMy heartbeat hammered in my ears as they called my number. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I had seen the email from the sex club, the one where I had a one-night stand with Damon, about the auction night where all the proceeds would go to charity for homeless people.I showed it to Damon after a late night at the office.“What?” Damon had asked, quirking his brow. “Do you want to parade your body and make me bid on you?”I had agreed because I loved the auction trope in mafia romance, and I’d be lying if I didn’t want to try it.“Look at her!” The host cheered when I stepped out of the curtains and onto the stage.Bright lights blinded me, and I almost lost my balance in the heels as patrons
EpilogueSummer“What the fuck are you doing—”My eyes widened and a small gasp escaped my lips when Damon wrapped his hand around my throat. His stormy gray eyes glared at me, his face dark.“Shut the fuck up,” he said, his eyes lowering to my lips. I licked them. The hand around my throat tightened. “I’m going to kiss you.”Before I could utter another word, his lips captured mine in a hot, fiery kiss. My hands came up to his shoulders to push him away, but when he angled his head to deepen the kiss, all my thoughts of pushing him vanished and instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck.A small whimper elicited from my throat when he bit my bottom lip. My fingers curled in his hair. He groaned, angling my face to him as I pressed my body against his, feeling his wild heartbeat through the layers of clothes between us.As if sensing my thoughts, he pull
44 - Broke the RuleSummerI fell for her first.His words rang in my ears as I made my way out of the studio with shaky legs.“Summer!” Damon called, following me as I hurried my pace. “Summer, wait!”I turned around, all of a sudden angry at him. “What do you want?”He looked around at the employees that were in the building and held my hand, dragging me to his private elevator. He pressed the button for the highest floor and asked, “Why did you run away?”I pulled away and stood as far as I could from him. “I didn’t know you could lie so well in front of the camera.”He clenche
43 - I Fell for HerDamon“Fuck,” I said, pulling out of her and fixing my shirt. “I have to take this.”She cleared her throat before I could accept the call, looking hot as fuck straightening her blouse and skirt.“What is it?” I asked, knowing she wanted something by the look in her eyes. I’d have to force my wet dick down and suffer through blue balls the entire meeting.“Sorry, I had something in my throat,” she said, clearing her throat again and eyeing me as if I was a piece of meat. “Unfortunately, it wasn’t you.”I raised my brow. “You want to suck my cock, dirty girl?”She bit her lip and nodded. “I came, but you didn’t…”I sat in my
42 - My Silly GooseSummerDamon was absolutely adorable when he was drunk. He made jokes, which was surprising, and he laughed more, his dimple making more appearances than ever. I took a couple of pictures of him so I could show him why he should smile more.Thankfully, Cillian helped me take him to his room in Moore’s mansion that belonged to Emma. They both said their goodnights and went to Cillian’s place as Caleb, his son, and Emma’s ex-boyfriend, was in New York.I helped Damon brush his teeth and remove his shoes. He was way too heavy, but I managed to unbutton his shirt and remove his belt. He mumbled something when I tried to remove his shirt.“Stop!” he said, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. He covered his chest and said, &ldq
41 - Particular PersonDamonWhen Summer’s nana said she wanted to talk to me with her serious face, I thought I knew how it would go. After all, I had watched enough K-Dramas with Emma and Mia to know how this works.So, before she could say a word, I set my intentions straight even though there wasn’t a glass of water or coffee nearby for my parched throat.“I’m sorry, but I like Summer, and I won’t accept any money you offer to break up with her,” I said, bowing my head.There. Nailed it.“What?” she asked, and I raised my head. “Why would I give you money to break up with my granddaughter?”I blink
40 - A SecretSummer“When’s your boy coming over?” my nana asked me for the umpteenth time as I helped stir the secret sauce my mom was making for dinner.“He’s not a boy, nana,” I said, knowing how much of a man Damon was. “He said he’ll be here. Why are you asking me so much about him?”“Because she wants to interrogate him,” Mom said, coming over to help me and side-eyed Nana, who was sitting at the dining table, looking out of the window so she could see who’s coming. “She interviewed your dad when he picked me up on our second date. When I came back home, she told me to marry him.”“Aww,” I cooed, giving a side hug to Mom. “I hope I find love like you two.”Mom narrowed her eyes at me. “What do