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Hate Me Professionally

SMUT DONT READ IF BELOW 18 “I hate you, you monster,” I gasped, the words tearing out of me even as my hips bucked up against him. Adrian’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his gray eyes dark with hunger. He was on top of me on the bed, the hard length of him grinding slow and filthy between my thighs, dry-humping me through the thin scrap of lace that was all I had left on. His eyes raked down my chest, lingering on the black lace bra that barely contained me, the way my nipples pushed against the fabric with every desperate breath. “Really?” he scoffed. “You hate me so much you’re soaking through your panties when I haven't even brought out the real thing?" I wanted to slap him. I wanted to pull him closer. My fingers twisted tighter in his shirt, knuckles white. “Shut up—” He rocked harder, the friction so perfect it ripped a broken moan from my throat. “That’s what I thought.” His hand slid up, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, teasing the edge of the bra. “You can say you hate me all you want, Alexandra. We both know it's a lie." I hated that he was right. ~ He made her teenage years a living hell. Now he wants to make her his wife. Alexandra Calloway didn’t expect her miracle job interview to end in a slap across her former stepbrother’s face. She definitely didn’t expect Adrian Reyes, ink-haired, gray-eyed, and disgustingly successful, to propose marriage before dessert. He was her first heartbreak before she even knew what heartbreak was. The boy who made her feel invisible, unwanted, and small. The boy she spent ten years trying to forget. Now he's her husband. The contract was simple. One year. Fifteen million dollars. No feelings. A business arrangement between two people who are supposed to hate each other. Supposed to being the most dangerous phrase in the English language. Because the way he looks at her isn't hatred. The way his hands find her waist in a crowded room isn't business. And the secrets buried beneath his cold gray eyes aren't simple at all…..
Mairaaaa · 4.8k Views

The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
Angelica2511 · 30.3k Views

The End of Nothing (Book 1 of 4) (W.I.P)

In a world where magic is currency, power is law, and alcohol is the most dangerous contraband alive, one man has nothing. Kreil has no magic. In a city that measures worth by ability, that makes him less than nothing — unregistered, unremarkable, and largely invisible to the forces that run the world from the shadows. He scrapes by on the edges of a city that glitters on the surface and rots underneath, a place where five criminal empires carve up the streets between them and the government looks the other way as long as the right palms stay greased. But the city is changing. Rifts — tears in the fabric of reality itself — are appearing with increasing frequency, spilling monsters into the jazz-lit streets and speakeasy alleys. The five mafias that control everything from the liquor supply to the court system are watching each other with itchy trigger fingers, each sensing that the balance of power is about to shift. And somewhere above it all, a goddess named Velara watches the whole beautiful mess with the patient amusement of someone who has already decided how interesting things are about to get. When a chance encounter pulls Kreil into the orbit of the city's criminal underground, he finds himself navigating a world of shifting loyalties, buried secrets, and violence dressed up in expensive suits. He has no power. He has no allies. He has no reason to survive any of this. And yet he does. Every time. Against every odd. Something is keeping Kreil alive. He doesn't know what it is. The people around him are starting to notice. And in this city, being noticed is the most dangerous thing of all. The End of Nothing is the story of a man who appears to matter to no one — and may in fact be the only person who matters at all.
Dexterious · 820 Views