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"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha." "So?" "So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spits, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato. "Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades. Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple. And when a whimper falls from the Alpha's lips, Kamil growls and bites his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison. "Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** WARNING: mature scenes between two men involving light kink & submission . If a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

After being reborn as the Saintess in the world of the R-18 game, The Holy Maiden’s Brutal End, a silver-haired, red-eyed girl raises the flag of rebellion to escape her tragic fate and achieve a happy ending that never existed “I, Luo Li, will never surrender!”

At my daughter Chloe's welcome party, my husband Griffin's "best friend," Rachel, publicly humiliated me. "Hey, Willow. I hear having a baby makes women lose their edge—in the bedroom and the boardroom," Rachel said, raising her glass with a smirk. "Griffin, you better find a woman who can keep up. A real man needs someone who can dominate in the boardroom and the bedroom." Griffin gave her a playful glare. "That's enough out of you, Rach." Then he turned to me with a casual shrug. "That's just Rachel. Total tomboy, you know? We grew up together. She has no filter." Rachel tossed her hair, her lips forming a pout. "Oh, lighten up, Willow. Don't be so sensitive. Honestly, I'm a little jealous." "I mean, look at me. Just closed that massive Miami deal. I was up all night with the client... and I mean all night. I just wonder who'll be lucky enough to tame me someday." She shot Griffin a sultry look, winking. "You've had a little taste before, haven't you?" The room fell silent. Every eye darted toward me, alight with barely concealed curiosity. I smiled, set down my champagne flute, and met Rachel's gaze with feigned concern. "That's funny. Because I recall cleaning up your mess on that Miami deal. I don't remember you being quite so...'capable.' Or were you too busy on your back 'entertaining' clients to notice?"

there was a urban legend going around the town about a demon Mistress on the beach to everyone else that was scary but to Bing Ting it was fascinating that is what led to this Tale.

He was too old to want her. “But she was too young to stop him.” “Submit to Lust” is a provocative collection of erotic short stories that explore the irresistible thrill of falling for older, more powerful men—men who should know better, and girls who can’t help but want them. Each tale is a glimpse into age-gap seduction, where the rules don’t matter, experience dominates innocence, and every kiss is a warning like fire. These men don’t ask for permission—they take what they want. And the girls? They want to be taken like slaves. “Get ready to surrender to passion, control, and the dark allure of older men who know exactly how to ruin you.”

I hurt him, I left him with a marriage proposal ring in his hand. And i regret it. Now I am willing to do everything to get him back. including being his sex slave

"Little Girl, Big Teeth" Rosella Virelli - Age 16 The storm sounded like fists on glass. Rosella stood barefoot on cold marble, her nightgown clinging to her thighs, wet from the rain. Her lip was split, trembling, but her eyes were sharp as blades. The door slammed behind her. > "You'll never be anything without me," her father spat. "You're nothing, Rosella." She stared at the wooden door like it was a man she'd one day bury. The same night, her boyfriend sent her naked photo to his friends. The same night, her mother Over dose 'drugs in the bathtub with a rosary between her fingers. That was the night the last soft piece of her soul crumbled. She didn't cry. She smiled. > "They want something soft to break," she whispered to her reflection. "I'll become the thing that breaks them first." ---

I was leaning on my hoe in the field, chatting with Mrs. Nolan, waiting for my husband to bring me lunch at noon. I never expected that the whole afternoon would creep by without a sign of him. It wasn’t until the neighbor aunt came running over that I heard the news: my husband, Dane, and my mother‑in‑law, Doris, were both dead. I stumbled all the way home, my body shaking, tears and cries spilling out— while the corners of my mouth were harder to hold down than a damn AK.

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.