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Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
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Cruel Obsession: Married To The Prince, Desired By The King

Have you ever felt someone watching you… so closely, that it feels as if your very soul belongs to them? Someone who would snap a man’s neck with his bare hands, just because of a whisper of disrespect and lay his head at your feet… smiling, as if it were the sweetest gift you could ever receive? Yes, that exactly is my fate. I am Adeline, a dying village girl with no crown, no power, and barely a month left to live. Yet fate had other plans. A royal decree summoned all eligible women to the prince’s bride‑selection ball. I had no desire to go. I had no desire to live beyond my pain. But my mother… wanted me to taste a life brighter than the one she was forced to endure. I did not expect to be chosen. I did not expect to survive the deadly trials. I am now married to Prince Nathan, he treats me as if I am nothing. His cruelty knows no bounds, his arrogance cutting into every corner of my new life. He treats me like a stray dog dragged into the palace by mistake. Whispers follow me everywhere. The guards and maids do not even bother to hide their disdain or disrespect. Yet… I am not alone. Because every night, in my dreams, he comes to me. My terror… My guarding angel. The man whose whispers curl through my veins and leave me trembling before I even wake. The man who touches me without ever truly taking me, yet makes me ache as if he already owns every part of me. And then there is my father‑in‑law. The vampire king. The most bloodthirsty and ruthless man alive. A king whose presence alone makes my heart race the same way it does in my dreams. A man whose gaze lingers too long… as if he has always known me. Could the monster who haunts my dreams truly be the same man who rules this palace or am I only imagining a connection that was never meant to exist? And if he is real… am I his prey, or something far more dangerous to desire? Because what does it mean… when a monster becomes obsessed with you?
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