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The Trident's Obsession: Claimed By Three

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.
Nyx_Rae · 276.2k Views

FERAL CLAIM: Bound To The Ruthless Alpha

Vessara was never meant to stand out. She’s quiet and always overlooked. She had spent her life learning to survive by staying quiet, by pleasing others, and by never asking for more than she’s given. Her world crumbled when she was sold like property to the cold, ruthless, terrifying, and most feared wolf in the realm. Alpha Vael’Runn of House of Vaeroth, the Alpha of the Nightwalker pack. A monster who has spent years burying every trace of humanity beneath power, violence, and control. Vael learned early that mercy is a weakness. Love is a liability. And nothing has ever been powerful enough to shake the monster he had become. But with the council desperately demanding an heir, he’s forced to play along with the cruel arrangement. The plan was simple: Accept the woman fit to be Luna. Give her a room in the packhouse. Never play a grateful groom. Children carrying his bloodline. And act only when necessary. Beyond that, she would get nothing from him. No affection. No commitment. No expectation of love. But as their worlds keep colliding, something about Vessara keeps unsettling him. Her fragile innocence refused to fade into the background of his world. And she awakens something he has buried long ago. When a Ruthless Alpha decides something belongs to him, how far will he go to keep it? Will Vessara become more than a possession? Perhaps a weakness Vael cannot afford? Will she remain silent and survive like she used to or risk everything to awaken the man beneath the monster? EXCERPT Vael closed the gap with calm, predatory grace. His free hand snaked around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Her body reacted instantly, breath hitching and heart slamming against her ribs. A rush of wetness slicked her inner thighs. “Who did you think of when you touched yourself?” Vael murmured, rolling the glass in his hand. The ice clinked softly. She didn’t answer at first. Vael’s grip tightened, possessive. “Tell me, Vessara.” Her eyes snapped up. “You,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Only you.” His jaw tightened, eyes flooding with raw lust. He drained the glass in one swallow, the burn nothing compared to the fire in his veins. Setting it down, he looked at Vessara with pure possession. “I want to watch everything you did alone, thinking of me.” He muttered, his gaze traveling to her lips. “Show me how you fucked yourself to thoughts of my cock.” Her face flushed crimson. “You…you want to watch me have a solo orgasm?” He let out a dark chuckle. “Unless you don’t want me to.” She gulped, mind spinning with filthy images; His eyes on her spread pussy, watching her stretch and come undone. The hesitation melted into throbbing need. Her clit pulsed. Vael didn’t wait for her response. He stepped back. “Strip.” Vessara obeyed, fingers shaking as she peeled the silk nightdress over her head. It dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. Vael groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest. His cock twitched hard in his trousers at the sight of her smooth skin, pink folds swollen and slick, and the curve of her ass begging to be gripped. “Get the toys. On the bed. Now.” BOOK ONE OF THE “FERAL BOND” SERIES. CONTENT WARNING: This is an Erotic Werewolf Book. It contains BDSM, GAY/LESBIAN SEX, triggers scenes of abuse, and a dark, obsessive, and possessive male lead.
Ink_Enchantress · 44.4k Views

Transmigrated into An Apocalypse novel

Amelia had no idea her fiancé only wants her for her aptitude. She is able to purify the spiritual energy inside her partner during sex. This will triple their power and make their foundation solid. Allowing them to fight those at higher levels then them. She heard him confessing to his moonlight when she ran to tell him about reaching the nascent soul realm successfully so they can now get married just as he had promised. It turns out that if she loses her maiden head after starting her cultivation journey, she will lose all her power to whomever takes her virginity which is why he had waited until she reached a higher level. Hearing him describe how he loves the woman and not herself made Amelia go crazy with jealousy that she opened her meridians and released her cultivation on the spot. When her fiancé saw her after she wasn't covered by the talisman, he didn't know what to say. Seeing this, Amelia laughed hysterically and committed suicide by exploding her newly formed nascent soul in the middle of the two lovers hoping to die together. She woke up in the novel she had read a century ago as the miserable villainess who covet the male lead and frames the reborn female lead using various means unsuccessfully because the female lead is a reborn from the future and has long since had her guard up against her naïve looking sister. The villainess is the younger sister of the female lead even though they have different mothers but she is given over to the base red district as a product to be sold for prostitution later when the female lead is done toying with her.
Nangonjing · 549.5k Views

RISING FROM THE ASHES:THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIDDEN QUEEN

WARNING!!! , SOME CHAPTERS IN THIS NOVEL CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES "Sign it, Aria. Don’t make this more pathetic than it already is." The smell of his expensive cologne mixed sickeningly with the scent of her stepsister’s perfume on the damp hotel sheets. Julian didn’t look like the man who had whispered promises of forever an hour ago; he looked like a predator closing a trap. Beside him, Elena smirked, pulling the silk duvet higher over her shoulder—a silent, triumphant taunt. "You were having sex with her," Aria whispered, her voice cracking as the roar of the fashion show’s bass thumped through the walls of the dressing suite. "On my runway night. In our bed." "Technically, it’s my bed now," Elena chirped, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Just like it’s my lead spot in the show. You’re trending, sister. But not for the fashion." Julian shoved the fountain pen into Aria’s trembling hand. "The scandal hits the press in ten minutes. Your career is dead, your reputation is ashes, and this divorce is your only way out before the sponsors sue you for every cent you own. Sign the papers, take your shame, and disappear." With a numb heart and a hand that felt like ice, Aria scribbled her name, severing her life. An hour later, rain lashed against the neon lights of the city as she stumbled into a darkened bar, a ghost in a couture gown. She didn't want comfort; she wanted to feel something other than the knife in her back. When the man in the corner—shadowed, lethal, and radiating a terrifying power—offered her his hand and a night of forgetting, she took it. She didn't know his name. She didn't know he was the most dangerous man in the financial world. She only knew that as she walked away from the wreckage of her life the next morning, she was carrying a secret that would one day bring the world to its knees.
EOJixxie · 34.5k Views