by Marian Tee
He had started rubbing on her nub again, but he had also started pumping into her at a more savage pace, and oh, it was glorious.
Holding on to him, she cried out for her husband to do her harder.
She sobbed about how big he was, how good he was—-
Her husband fisted her hair, yanking her down to whisper into her ear, “Do you want to hear something that will make you come right this moment?”
“W-what?”
His hand crept up, shaping her breast, and just as he started to squeeze it hard, Luca whispered, “We’re on live camera.”
Vivian pulled back with a horrified gasp, but before she could scramble off his lap, he hauled her back to him, and thrust hard and deep into her, the head of his manhood reaching all the way to her womb.
“Lucaaaaaaaa.” The combination of his forceful thrust and the knowledge that they were being watched was too much, and with one last whimper, she started to come, her body shaking hard as she came and came like there was no end to it.
Throughout her release, Luca’s thrusts didn’t cease, and when he yanked her head back down for a kiss, all she could do was moan and kiss him back.
“Don’t worry,” he said gutturally against her lips. “All they can see is your face.”
“B-but—-” That wasn’t the point and the damn man knew it. She could see it in the way his eyes smirked at her, and thinking that two could play this game, she whispered into his ear, “Whatever you say, mio marito. Sono la tua puttanella—-” She ended gasping the last word out, the explicitness of her message doing its job as her husband growled and, sucking on her neck hard, he ripped into her one last time, shoving all the way in that she started to see stars again.
“Lucaaaaaa!”
BITTERNESS MARKED WITH tears and invectives tainted the air in the flight that was originally meant to fly to the Caribbean but had been rerouted to take its passengers to Wisconsin. The prospect of their social ruin was terrifying, and they knew the moment they stepped off the plane the prospect would turn into reality.
Everyone back home would laugh at them, would take pleasure in seeing them suffer.
They would be forced to work while everyone back home would have nothing on their minds but what to do the next day for fun.
The monitors in front of them suddenly lit up, and everyone straightened, wondering if this was the live feed that Nic de Konigh had promised. A live feed to the Valencias’ private jet, they recalled bitterly. Wasn’t that the Dutch billionaire had said—-
Whoa!
Everyone stared and listened in stunned silence as Vivian threw her head back with a moan, her face a picture of blissful ecstasy.
Even though her face was all they could see, it was more than obvious that she was having the best time of her life.
A second later, and the positions were reversed, and this time it was the billionaire they saw. He was bare-chested, and the way his muscular body moved so fast and furiously made the girls want to weep even as they were filled with envy and longing.
If Kay really believed that Vivian and her billionaire had a boring marriage, then she was the biggest idiot in the planet.
Everyone was forced to endure the live feed until the very end of the flight, and by the time their plane landed all the young passengers were eager to get out, and Kay more so than anyone else.
It was hell, pure hell, to see and listen how Luca Valencia made Vivian come again and again, knowing that the couple had all the things that mattered – money and power, and to add a cherry on the top, the damn couple had fantastic sex, too.
Vivian and her Italian billionaire had everything while she, Kay Norton, had nothing.
They all had nothing!
The injustice of it was just too much, and in the middle of the tarmac, Kay dropped to the ground and began kicking and screaming like an escaped lunatic.
The End
Author's Note
01 May 2020
Hi again to old and new readers. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my book, and I really hope you enjoyed your time with Luca and Vivian.
As of time of writing, quarantine is still being enforced in Metro Manila, and in fact the particular area I'm in is under extreme enhanced community quarantine. No complaints as always. Extended quarantine is the only way we can flatten the curve. Philippines is a Third World country, and it would be unimaginably disastrous if our hospitals were to be overrun.
On the other hand, there will also be a percentage of our population whose suffering will be magnified by the extension. We can only do what we can to help each other and continuously pray for the pandemic to end.
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Bad Boy Billionaire
I might be broke, but I'm not stupid. Dating a Dutch billionaire with bad boy written all over him will only get me hurt...right?
Everyone knows who the de Konighs are. They're not only a family of billionaires, but they're royalty, too. Everyone in this family's supposed to be perfect except for its lone black sheep...Jaak de Konigh.
AKA...
The bad boy billionaire billionaire who supposedly took one look at me...and fell hard.
In lust that is.
Because Jaak doesn't do love.
Neither do I really, but it's not reason enough for us to start seeing each other.
Right?
ILSE’S CELLPHONE STARTED to ring at exactly five o’clock, and without opening her eyes, she blindly groped for her phone on the bedside table, swiping and punching the screen randomly until she was able to answer the call and put it on loudspeaker.
“Rise and shine, babe.”
Ilse’s heart skipped a beat even as her mind fought against the cobwebs of sleep. Who was calling her—-
The realization came to her.
Jaak de Konigh.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily.
“Five?”
Eyes still closed, she demanded in a mumble, “And you’re calling me now why?”
“Gloria told me you often worry about not being able to get up on time in the morning, so I thought I’d make myself useful.”
Right.
Her boss really had a big mouth...
And Ilse started to slip back into unconsciousness.
The billionaire gazed at his cellphone in amusement. “Ilse?”
An incoherent mumble.
“Shouldn’t you start moving?”
“Vijf minuten.”
The billionaire smiled. Five minutes. He ended the call, thinking that morning might just become his favorite part of the day if it was the only time he could hear Ilse acting spoiled and childlike.
Heading back to his hotel suite’s walk-in closet, the billionaire finished changing, his movement swift and efficient as he looped a crimson tie around his neck and secured it with a perfect knot.
By the time he called Ilse again, exactly five minutes had passed, and he was on his way down in the elevator. She answered his call on the third ring, her semi-incoherent grumble leaving the billionaire torn between amusement and arousal. That she wasn’t a morning person was cute, but it also made him wish he could see her now. He pictured her lying on his bed, with her dark brown hair fanned across his pillows, and the thought was enough to have his cock stiffen behind his pants.
This was going to be another day of torture, the billionaire thought with a mental sigh. Ever since meeting Ilse, he hadn’t fucked another woman, and not counting the
years before he had lost his virginity, this was the longest time he had gone without sex.
With an effort, the billionaire managed to keep his voice steady, saying, “Ilse, get up.”
“Mm.”
He heard more sounds, Ilse flipping to her stomach and covering her head with a pillow. It was the simplest thought, but it still have the most amazing impact on his cock, and for one tempting second the billionaire seriously considered going back to his room so he could jerk himself off.
The thought had the billionaire inhaling hard.
Control. He needed to be in control.
“Come on, babe. You don’t want to be late, do you?”
Half a minute passed before he heard a sigh coming from the other end of the line. “I’m up.”
Her tone was half-sleepy, half-grudging, to which the billionaire replied in a mockingly polite voice, “Your gratitude for my wake-up call is duly noted.”
My Billionaire Captor
This book was previously published as Savage, Broken, Beautiful. It's a steamy, modern-day retelling of Beauty and the Beast with a good dose of snarky humor, angst, and a guaranteed happy-ever-after. This is the perfect fairytale read for adults looking for a quick escape from reality.
“NEVER KISS ME.”
Her eyes widened.
“Never even touch me without my permission.”
The breath whooshed out of her, and she realized that all these rules must have to do with his scars.
“And you must never ever try to see me in the light.”
When Arabella didn’t speak, the beast said quietly, “Those are my rules, ma belle. Promise to obey them and—-”
Her breath caught.
“I will pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams.”
Her body jerked at the words, and she choked out, “Yes.” Because there was nothing else to say. “I promise—-” And a gasp escaped her. Somehow, Aurélien had managed to douse the fire crackling in the fireplace, and in another moment, all the blinds on the windows had been drawn, with not even an inch of moonlight able to slip into the room.
It was pure darkness, and her heart started to hammer, but it was not out of fear. Oh, far from it—-
And when she finally felt his touch—-
Her eyes closed.
She knew she had done the right thing.
Aurélien’s lips moved over her body, raining kisses all over her skin, and she could have cried then and there. The way his lips moved seemed as if he was worshipping her body with his mouth, and it was too much.
“Oh, Aurélien.”
When he started to trace her lips with his tongue, she had to clutch the sheets tightly, not wanting to accidentally touch him and have him leave her.
“Comment faites vous pour être si belle?”
Oh God. Arabella writhed under him as his words, whatever they meant, caressed her skin, and she muttered, “Stop being so sexy.” She heard him chuckle, and she snarled, “I don’t even know what that means—-”
“How are you so beautiful?”
Her cheeks reddened. “Stop it.”
Another chuckle.
“It’s not like you can really see me in the dark—-”
“Trust me, ma belle. I can, and you are like a goddess.”
She wished she could say something snarky in response, but at that moment all she could do was moan, with Aurélien somehow managing to rip her dress away from her body.
Another moment passed, and her bra soon followed, and she gasped again.
Her panties were the last, and this time she couldn’t help whimpering.
She was naked.
Really naked.
And then she felt his tongue laving her nipple—-
Oh God.
When he started to suck, she could only moan and tighten her grip on the sheets. It was too beautiful, and it was too much. By the time he moved on to her other breast, she was already panting.
Oh, she never wanted this to end!
Please let this never end!
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My Boss' Best Friend
27-year-old Jane Cooper is a plain Jane who can't say no to dares...
Jane has always known what she is and isn't: presentable but no beauty queen, smart but not a genius, reliable but never a go-getter. Everyone thinks they know what to expect from her...except they don’t.
For one thing, Jane can’t say no to dares.
Which is why when her friends dare Jane to make out with a stranger—-
She does it...and one thing leads to another until she somehow ends up engaged to a smoking-hot British billionaire, who turns out to be the best friend of her boss, who also happens to be another billionaire...who wants her, too?
ONE EYEBROW LIFTED as Jane reached for her watch and began pressing some buttons. When she looked back at him, she asked breathlessly, “How much can you do in ten minutes?”
He didn’t answer, only taking her mouth again, and this time his kiss was so deep and hard that when he raised his head, she had to gasp for breath.
“Fingers,” he said hoarsely against her lips, “or dick?”
“H-huh?”
He bit her lip, gritting out, “Choose, pet.”
Oh. Her cheeks burned, but even so she managed to say, “Fingers.”
She had barely finished speaking when she felt his hand moving under the skirt of her dress.
His mouth trailed back up, and she swallowed back a moan when his tongue traced the line of her ear, just before asking, “Will I get you in trouble if I tear your panties?”
She shook her head—-
Riiiiiiip.
“Oh my God.”
He chuckled. “No, pet.” His fingers found her core. “It’s just me.” And then he started to stroke her.
Jane’s legs started to tremble.
One finger slowly slid inside of her, and as it started a thrusting rhythm, pushing in and out of her, it was like having her soul dance with the devil—-
And oh God, she didn’t want it to end.
Her hands blindly found his shoulders, Jane fearing that her knees would give out any moment—-
His finger started going a little deeper, a little faster and harder—-
She began to pant.
And then there was no more gentle pushing, his finger now fucking her with the most exquisite force—-
Her lips parted. “Baby.”
“Yes,” Jane’s British stranger growled, and his mouth captured hers anew just as he shoved his finger into her, rapidly—-
Oh God.
If she had to imagine how the most wonderful vibrator would feel like—-
This would be it.
“Oh God.”
Her body was tightening, and even though she had never experienced anything like it before, Jane knew what it was.
And oh God, she couldn’t wait.
He sucked hard on her tongue, and it was just the push she needed, Jane crying out against his mouth as she came.
Oh, how she came-—
Her eyes rolling back, her body stiffening like it had been electrocuted.
A moment later, the alarm she had set on her watch went off.
Jane’s eyes flew open, and she wrenched her mouth away from the stranger. “M-my——”
“Ssh.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Just a few moments more won’t hurt.” His finger was still inside of her, and he withdrew it almost all the way out before pushing it back in, causing Jane to gasp.
“Savor it, pet.” The words made up the most seductive command, its power cemented with the touch of his mouth against the side of her neck.
He started to suck, and Jane was lost.
After, the stranger silently helped Jane smooth the skirt of her dress down, even tucking loose strands behind her ears.
Stepping back, she suddenly found herself thinking—-
I can’t believe I did that.
And Jane could no longer meet the stranger’s gaze as she mumble
d, “Thank you...sir...baby.”
Her face went up in flames.
She was making such a cake of herself!
“Happy to help, pet.”
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Billionaire Rancher Stepbrother
I've been in love with my stepbrother for years, and the whole town knows it.
Heck, even my own stepfather knows it, and he's totally supportive. There's nothing that stands in the way of our love...or make that my love, since it's my stepbrother himself who's trying to pretend there's nothing between us.
But there is.
And I thought, if I waited long enough, if I was patient and sincere enough...I just thought if I loved him hard enough, he would eventually realize he loved me back.
But he just kept hurting me...just over and over until I was the one who realized the truth.
My stepbrother is never going to love me back.
"HOW DOES IT FEEL, NOW that Foxtown's about to be unveiled to the world? Are you excited? Nervous?"
"I'm looking forward to its launch."
She couldn't help laughing at his matter-of-fact tone. "You so don't sound like it."
"Not everyone has to squeal and giggle like you used to do," the billionaire retorted, "to show excitement." A pause. "Or are you still like that now?"
"Mm." She gave him a mysterious look. "That's a secret."
"Careful, little Sarah," he murmured. "You know how I am with secrets."
Her heartbeat spiked up. Was it just her imagination or did he sound like he was flirting with her back there?
The billionaire arched a brow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
And there it was again: a rich, velvety tone that was slowly and sinuously working to make her years-dormant body ache and swell back into life.
"Don't worry," she managed to say. "Everything's different now. I'm not going to jump on you the first chance I get—-"
"I won't stop you if you would."
"Ha. Ha. Ha." Oh God, why was he saying these things?
