Maze Runner Wicked

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.

He saved her from the fire. Now, she's the only one who can save him from his throne. Eltonia has spent eleven years as the Alpha's Omega, loving him in silence. She's his attendant, his confidante, and the only one who can ease the pain from the scars that haunt them both. But Alpha Oreon is running out of time. The council has given him an ultimatum: find a mate by his thirtieth birthday, which is two months away, or be dethroned. As his wicked uncle, Abram, schemes to steal the pack, he unleashes a "selection" of potential mates, each one more disastrous than the last. First comes a loud-mouthed shrew. Then comes a silent, deadly assassin. While Eltonia is forced to serve the very women vying for her Alpha's heart, she's trapped in a slow-burn battle of her own. She must protect Oreon from his enemies, his potential Lunas, and his own inner demons... all without revealing that she is the true mate who's been by his side all along. Can her secret love save him? Or will the vipers in his court destroy him—and her—first?

“Do you regret it?” he whispered, as he pushed my night gown above my breasts. My heart pounded as his fingers trailed down my skin, stopping just above the lace on my thighs. “I should,” I said barely above a whisper “But I can’t.” His lips curved into a wicked smirk and his hands tore my pants into shreds. “Then say it, Elise. Say you’re mine.” And I did, knowing that the man I’d just given myself to… might be the reason my mother was killed. Elise Anderson never believed in love after betrayal destroyed her world. Her fiancé and best friend planned to kill her for her inheritance, and she swore never to be weak again. So she made a deal with the devil himself, he was a man called Ravien Drayton, Verya’s most ruthless billionaire. It was supposed to be a contract marriage, as it escalated from kissed to steamy nights And when secrets began to unravel, Elise discovered the man she loved was her stepbrother, and the son of her mother’s killer. Now she’s trapped between vengeance and desire, torn between the truth that could destroy them… and a love that refuses to die.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

I was locked in the cellar by my triplet alpha brothers after my stepsister, Elsa, framed me for killing her wolf by giving her an almond cake. The exit was secured with silver chains, and my wolf howled and begged them to release me. But my three alpha brothers refused. Alpha Kane, the eldest, growled, "You wicked she-wolf! You knew she was allergic to nuts, yet you deliberately gave her an almond cake to suffocate her! Don't you know it could fatally harm her wolf? You must stay here and reflect on what you've done!" Alpha Kelvin, the second, and Alpha Karl, the third, mocked, "What a despicable wolf you are! Still making excuses instead of facing the truth. Stay here and suffer what you deserve!" After that, they shifted into their wolves and took the trembling Elsa to the werewolf infirmary. Meanwhile, I struggled to breathe as the air in the cellar was filled with silver dust. My wolf howled in agony, but it was useless. Eventually, I died there. It wasn't until three days later—after they brought Elsa back from the infirmary—that I finally crossed their minds again. But by then, they didn't know—I was already dead in that silver-dust-filled cellar.

(Reverse Harem) (Steamy) (Book 3 of Her Wolves Series) (Can read as Stand Alone) Farren Torrez had never thought she would be returning to her old home. Lupitum. The werewolf crime capital of the world. Playground of the wicked. Home to the most notorious crime family in the werewolf world. For years, she had protested against returning. Kicked up a storm when her brothers pleaded with her to care for her ailing mother. She had been done with that life. Done with the misery that came along with it. Until they needed her most. Doing her daughterly duty, Farren went back to the city she hated the most. Fell into a world she had desperately tried to climb out of. But what a world it was now. Going to the house of the most notorious crime family, Farren discovers something far beyond her grasp. She is the mate of the Don of the Amador family. The most wicked man alive. And he was going to do everything in his power to get his hands on her. If that wasn't enough to unsettle her, Farren soon discovered that his right and left-hand men were coming for her as well. In this tangled web of lies and love, will Farren accept the ones who claim to love her the most? Or will she run and never look back at the mafia boss with his heart on his sleeve and gun in his hand?

“Why are you keeping yourself away from me? I know you want me, you want me the same way that I want you. Why are trying to resist me? What are you so afraid of?!” Lucrezia is getting frustrated day by day. She could see it in his eyes that he wants her, she could feel his love with how he worries about her. Why does he keep pushing her away from him? Pietro Carusso is the Don of the Carusso family, the most powerful and richest crime family among the five. As a mafia, he has his own principles; never trust anyone, never get attached to anyone. He built tall walls around his heart to protect himself, but Lucrezia came to his life like a flame, and in this story he is the moth attracted to the flame. The Italian princess is everything he should stir away from, but how could he? She is the fire to his groin. An Italian curse from her mouth is enough to drive him mad. And she curses… a lot. With her beautiful body, cursed eyes and wicked lips. He doesn’t know how long he could hold himself much longer. “I love you and you are mine now. Just let me love you, Don.”

“You’re mine.” “No,” she corrected, stepping closer until their chests nearly brushed. “I’m your obsession. There's a difference.” Then—again—that wicked, infuriating smirk. He leaned in slowly, lips ghosting over her ear. “I don’t share, Elara.” “Then you should’ve tried harder to keep me.” She turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the garden without looking back. Killian stayed there, jaw tight, fury simmering below the surface. She thinks she’s winning. But she hadn’t seen obsession at its peak. Not yet **** Elara Beckett picture perfect life crumbles when her step sister, Ivy, stole her fiancé, Aiden, and her father’s company. Heartbroken Elara leaves then returns five years later as a successful fashion designer who is determined to take back her legacy and bring her sister down. She teams up with billionaire Killan Hayes, a ruthless man who has his own vendetta against ivy. A fake engagement is created and they work together to defeat Ivy and Aiden. In the process, sparks fly between Killan and Elara, this complicates their alliance. Dark secrets about her family and Killian's hidden motives come to light threatening to destroy everything. Elara must rise up and reclaim her destiny and find love in the chaos.

‼️🔞WARNING: Readers advisory. Sex, Smut, Cravings, Cock, Temptation all packed in one erotic adventure!! I have always imagined my 34-year old stepdad behind me fucking me, kissing the nape of my neck slowly, deliciously, hands gripping on my waist pulling my flush to him. I arched my back for more pressing my butt cheeks on his erection. Fuck. I could feel the way the buldge press against my butt, making my pussy swollen and aching for more, instinctively I moved my hips grinding slowly to ease the painful desire I felt. Wanted him to reach for my nipple, squeeze and pinch until a small moan escaped my lips, slowly let his tongue slid down from my neck to my breast. Craved for him to stop then gave a wicked smile and suddenly grab my nipple in his mouth sucking and biting it. My body trembled. Not from fear. But want. Pleasure. My thighs glistened, stained from sheer arousal. Who says love can't draw you to the forbidden one. Olivia has always been obsessed with her stepfather- Lucian. A 34 year old with a cock that would rip her into pieces, But still she yearns for him, Craves for him. Join the smut fun!

Love For The Wicked Book Three. In my eyes, the world is a huge sandbox created for the big boys. Girls, money, business… and I always strive to come out on top until my father gave me an ultimatum. I needed to find a wife, or I’d lose my rights to the family business. I found the perfect woman for the scheme I devised, of course. She was beautiful, feisty, the picture-perfect wife to make my father believe I was done playing games. In return, she needed a favor, the kind that takes nine months to deliver. The rules were laid out meticulously, from the no touching to fake falling in love. After a year, we would part ways amicably with no hassle, no demands, and no regrets; after all, it was all just a game. As my plan took its course, it dawned on me that playing house was a game I never should have played. She started to grow on me, from that sexy little pout to the late nightcap, the endless dirty banter, and even the fights we had. I realize I enjoyed having her around. Trouble is, how will I make her believe I am not playing games anymore? That I don’t want her to be just my contract wife, that I don’t want twelve months with her but more?