sinful cinderella

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”  I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.  “Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly.   “A perfect fit for my hands.” ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride. Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game… A Bride for a truce…

Sophia Wilson walks in on her husband, Bryan cheating with his best friend's wife, Claire and in a bid to stop their scandalous affair from going viral, they kill her. Sophia finds herself reincarnated in the body of Annabelle Graham, the pretentious and scheming bride of billionaire, Ace Hartford who is romantically involved with Ace's brother, Carter. Annabelle and Carter already had a plan in motion to kill Ace but luckily for him Sophia saves the day sparking Ace's interest in her and ultimately uniting them in an alliance. Sophia desires to seek revenge, find her loved ones and find answers as to why she was reborn. But will these answers be that easy to find? Can she fight off the hateful Hartford clan especially when she is thrown head first into their dirty game of sinful passion, dark history, power tussle within the Hartford family and a young blossoming love. And not forgetting the despicable husband who also poses as a threat to her in the present in the most shocking form. Join Sophia on this roller-coaster ride and bitter-sweet romance tale….with a devilishly sexy twist.

I was perfect at everything. I have perfect beauty, perfect at school, etc. I can do a lot of things. Everyone envies me. And everyone adores me. But, there’s no such thing as perfect in this ugly world. Everyone has their own darkest secrets that are kept hidden from everyone else. I had mine and none of these people who envied and adored me knew how hard it is to keep them hiding in my closet. I had to be tough to survive. But, when I started getting along with the long-haired 33-year-old man, I realized how flawful I am in my perfect world. He made me realize my imperfections, that I can do sinful things, that I can also be a rebellious daughter, that I can also be an ordinary girl, that I can show off my true identity in front of him without being judged. He understands me because just like me, he’s also a broken soul. He embraced my imperfections. Little by little, my heart recognized him as a lover. I let him get into me, not just through my body, but through my heart, too. Princes do come in unexpected ways, isn't it?! But, behind actions are devious intentions. How did I fall into such a trap of destroying me and my whole clan? How did I not see the red lights? Oh wait, maybe because he's a master of deception. I thought he was the prince, the prince who's going to save me from the poisoned apple. He was the poison I should've run away from the first time he showed me the apple and said that it will grant all my wishes. I was the princess and he was the monster in disguise.

"You swear you hate me Ruby, but your eyes tell a different tale. Your body responds to my presence with the promise of the most sinful pleasures of life." "I know you loved him once Ruby, but he's your past. I my dear, I am your future." The alluring Ruby Ferretti is a tempting heiress from the most decorated home in Milan, Italy. If Milan has a royal family, it is the Ferretti’s. She has the face of an angel, but the brains of a demon. The previous year, her elder sister Ethel Ferretti, was forced into an arranged marriage to the duke by their no nonsense father. This year, it is Ruby’s turn to be forced Into an arranged marriage to the heir of the most powerful Greek businessman from a prestigious lineage, Archer Petraki. All hell breaks loose when the arrogant billionaire discovers she's the woman who kidnapped him a few weeks back. He vows to put the sharp-witted beauty in her place, while Ruby plans to defy her father if it meant being stuck in a loveless marriage. A whirlwind of love, betrayal, power, lust, and drama tests the relationship between these two powerful families, leaving losses behind.

It’s not the proposal Cinderella received, but this sexy prince’s proposition will change my life forever… Mysterious and darkly handsome Nick Angelini, of royal descent, requests a secluded patio table at the rundown crab shack I’m desperate to buy and remodel—and he orders champagne for two. This is where he makes one incredibly stunning proposition. To me. Somehow, he knows my name, Bailey Storm. Somehow, he knows I want this property. Somehow… He knows all the right words to murmur about making my dreams come true and just the right way to sweep strands of hair from my face that sends a shiver down my spine. With hot sex and decadent evenings suddenly looming on the horizon, I’m considering giving him a royal heir in exchange for a restaurant. Seriously.

Zephyr stood with her head bent low and her hands clasped in front of her. His dark aura made cold sweat roll down her spine, and she felt herself trembling. She felt his ethereal dark gray eyes fall upon her, intensifying the urge to scurry away as he closed the distance between them. She tried to move backward, but her back pressed further into the wall, reminding her she had no place to run to. His larger frame towered over her as he placed one hand beside her head. Zephyr had seen many men, and she could confidently say none held a candle to Alpha Damon Alaric. Damon was handsome in every way, and if she didn't know better, she might have mistaken him for the devil. Zephyr shivered when his fingers grasped her chin and tilted it up to meet his dark gaze. "Zephyr…" Alpha Damon trailed off, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. Her heart raced as his thumb gently caressed her lips. "Didn't I tell you you're mine? How dare you let another man touch you?" His voice remained calm, but his eyes spoke volumes. Zephyr's heart skipped a beat when his hands moved to her bottom, gently caressing the soft flesh and stirring sinful desires within her. "Or do you want me to take you to my bed and remind you to whom you belong?" Zephyr Cyrus was the lowest of all kinds; even the Omegas easily trampled her because she was a slave. She had accepted her fate, knowing that denying it would only lead to death. However, everything began to change when the Alpha's shrewd eyes fell on her.

"I bite and scratch," I warn him. His lips stretch into a cruel, sadistic smile. He is taunting me now, taking two bold steps forward with each tentative one I take back. "You'll crawl and beg too." ••• Seren Williams is running from a dark past shrouded in an enigma of haunting memories and nightmares. She doesn't plan to get caught in a portal which leads her straight to hell's doorstep, just as much as she doesn't plan on winding up in the bed of the very reaper tasked with keeping her captive. And she certainly doesn't plan her desire to be dominated and corrupted by said reaper in the most sinful ways, despite hating his crudity and domineering nature. But she does. And all of a sudden, her life begins to unfold as a tapestry of dark secrets. Will she survive the storm? *MATURE CONTENT*

A retelling of Cinderella, with a twist. Her Prince Charming doesn't meet her in a ball but in a bike crash, and he's no Prince Charming, but her literal worst nightmare. Yet Donna-Belle accepted whatever life threw at her if it'd mean she'd get back her inheritance and fight her step family. Being the Mafia Don's little contact wasn't a day job, but Donna was willing to do anything to get his heart and make her way... but it was actually much easier than she thought.

By day, Alexis Sullivan plays the perfect wife. By night, she hunts werewolves. But when a mission goes wrong, she’s saved by a powerful, golden-eyed beast—Donte Salvador. He should’ve killed her. Instead, he whispered his name and left her aching for more. The next day, she walks into a business interview only to meet Gabriel Salvador, a dangerously gorgeous CEO with the same last name. His smirk is sinful, his touch lingers, and when he looks at her? It’s like he knows exactly what she tastes like. As bodies drop and secrets burn, Alexis is caught in a deadly game of obsession, betrayal… and the one man she should never crave. He’s her prey. She’s his temptation. But who’s really hunting who? ............ He watches me amused, like he’s enjoying my struggle to resist him. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, he murmurs— "You can keep pretending you don’t want this… or you can let me ruin you properly."