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The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 1.1m Views

A Scandal By Any Other Name

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce. But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 18.3k Views

Broken Ice: When Love Hurt

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content, strong language, substance abuse (painkillers), blackmail, emotional manipulation, and morally complex situations. Heavy Smyth 60% MARC: I fucking hate Jamie Hartford. He's everything I'm not, Ivy League educated, old money polished, and the perfect golden boy captain of the New York Vipers. We've been rivals for four years, ever since I gave him a concussion that should've ended our hatred permanently. Instead, it made it worse. Now I'm playing through a destroyed shoulder that's going to end my career, popping painkillers like candy, and watching my stats tank while my contract year ticks away. My family needs me, my team needs me, my body is betraying me, and then one night, at a hotel bar after the worst game of my life, Jamie Hartford sits down next to me. One drink, one look, and one kiss that changes everything. Suddenly we're meeting in secret. Different cities, anonymous hotels, Tuesday nights that become the only thing I look forward to. It's just sex, just hate sex. Just scratching an itch. Except I'm falling for him, and he's hiding something that could destroy us both. JAMIE: I never meant to fall in love with Marcus Kovač. He's reckless, rough around the edges, the enemy I've spent four years trying to beat on the ice. He gave me a concussion, and I've never forgiven him but when I see him that night at the bar, broken, hurting, barely holding himself together, something shifts. One kiss becomes a pattern. Tuesday nights in neutral cities. Hotel rooms where we can pretend we're not rivals. Where I can pretend I'm not being blackmailed because I am. My younger brother's life is on the line, and dangerous people are forcing me to betray everything I believe in. They want information, inside knowledge, and details that could manipulate games and destroy careers. They're asking about Marc specifically. His injury, his vulnerabilities, and I'm supposed to be getting close to him to extract information. Instead, I'm falling in love with him, and when he finds out what I've been hiding, when the lies all come crashing down, I'm going to lose the only real thing I've ever had. Two rivals. Two devastating secrets. One impossible love. A hockey romance where hate becomes love, and love becomes the most dangerous game of all. #BL #ENEMIESTOLOVERS #HOCKEYROMANCE #SECRETRELATIONSHIP #BLACKMAIL #RIVALSTOLOVERS #FORBIDDENROMANCE #SECRETRELATIONSHIP #SPORTROMANCE
Lenora_Winters · 347 Views