Introduction
Every inch of his body reeks of sex and every fiber in my body yearns for his touch. I would moan what I want him to do to me and he would happily oblige.
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She is an orphan. Beautiful, gorgeous, a masterpiece, brave, and a wild stripper.
He is a billionaire. Handsome, cold, bitter, fucked up, and an asshole, a sadist, and her boss.
He is darkness. The kind you don't want to be lost in. He lives to make people fear him. It's his fulfillment.
She is wild and vibrant. The kind of light that darkness doesn't comprehend. Even though he is her boss, she doesn't fear him at all—She's the only person that dared challenge him.
The sexual tension between them is palpable and that is why he proposed the contract to her.
What happens when the two people who claim they are better off without love, find in the persons that live off it.
Chapter 1
∆ Katherine Condor∆
Thankfully, weekdays are not always hectic as weekends. Today being Wednesday means a lesser shift period for me and to top it, my off comes next-Thursday. Even though I'm strong, I know I wouldn't be able to pull off if today had been a Friday or Saturday. The number of people that stops by on weekends are just intolerable. If not that I love this job, I'd have quit a long time ago.
"Let's go kill it" I mutter to myself while looking at my reflection in the mirror.
I don't know the exact period I've spent in the ladies but I know it's been a while since I left the other strippers to come sort my shits.
I finally come out of the bathroom but stop when my eyes settle on a man resting his back on the left wall.
"Just one drink with me, Kitty" The drunk as hell customer I recognise to be Max slurs slowly, shoving his hands on my ass, making his already sickening state more hateful and annoying. He is lucky he is a regular and tips well, I'd have smack this head with the bottom of my 6.4 stiletto heels if he was someone I have zero tolerance for. I look at my legs and see I'm on my Adidas slides and not heels. Crap! My heels are in the dressing room and I need to be there to get ready for my shift.
"I'm sorry max" I can't drink with you. I reply gently removing his hands from my ass. Thank God I wasn't bare yet. my time on the pole is fast approaching and I have no plans of going clothed.
"Why not?" He asks, trying to put his hand on my ass again but I quickly shove it away. I don't have the strength to deal with a drunk to stupor perv of a customer today.
"It's against the club's policy, that I or any of the workers here have a drink with a customer during working hours" I gently but angrily reply him.
"No, I don't want the others, I want you" He cries out, shooting his covered dick against my thighs.
"Geez! Get a grip man" I mumble, taking good steps away from him. Do I hate him? The answer is no. Do I have an issue with him? The answer is still no. I'm being rude to him? Well, I don't know and I really don't give a fuck. In my defense, I don't want to deal with drunk customers. Drunk customers are the best and easiest ticket to get into trouble here at Centineo Cityspike strip club. I really should get rid of him, before any of the ever-jealous co-workers of mine or always angry manager catches sight of me standing next to him.
I remember a few months back when Ariana, a co-worker caught me talking with a client when I wasn't performing on the stage and reported me to the manager. The cut I had gotten on my salary was enough to make me sterile for the rest of my life, save for the tips I receive from my patrons, especially those I did a private show for.
"Look, I have to go max. You know where to find me...that is when you are much sobered up" I call out indignantly, walking away from him.
"Keeee t teeeeee" I hear him call after my retreating back, but I didn't bother to turn back. I just realise I'm twelve minutes away from my shift on the pole. Surely, little Miss bitter heart, as we normally address our manager will have my head and ears for dinner when I get to the dressing room. Well by we, I mean myself and Marvin, the only friend I have in the whole world. Both in the club and outside. I quickly cut through all the turns and corners and arrive at the dressing room ten minutes before my time. I could definitely feature as the next female flash. Here I am wasting only two minutes for what would normally take five minutes for other people, if not more. Not to mention I'm on killer heels.
"Where did you go?" Marvin asks me the second she catches sight of me in the dressing room.
"The bathroom?"
"Okay, what took you so long? Unless twenty minutes is what it takes you to get rid of the unwanted liquid in your system?" She retorts, nattily.
"It takes up to two to three days sometimes and five for when mother nature decides to add a little curse to her presence" I answer indifferently, when I notice the other girls in the room are keen on our exchange.
"I don't have time for your games Kay." She snaps " Your shift comes in a few minutes from now you better hurry if you are still interested in working here "
"Whoa...Calm your paws Tiger" I say moving past her to the room proper. This is not the first time we'd have heated talks in front of others. In fact, it's our disguise method for confusing them and making them think as though I am enemies with Marvin, that way Marvin would be let in on whatever plans they are hatching. Just like the maxim goes- "keep your friends close and your enemies closer".
"Did little Miss bitter heart ask of me?" I whisper when I'm sure the others are not listening.
"Yes, but I told her I'd take care of you. now hurry up, you don't want to get into further trouble" she whispers back in a rush.
"I owe you one" I breathe out. Before I hastily pull off the mini top I'm wearing, leaving me on my black net Victoria secret single strap lingerie. I know I said earlier, I wanted to go bare. But I change my mind, doing the usual won't hurt or I might just add some spice while trusting on my costume to pull off the rest of the trick. After I'm done adjusting the little piece of clothing on me, I grab my make-up kit and do little touches on my face, except for my lips where I apply a good amount of deep red huda brand lipstick and my eyes where I swiftly do a smoky eye look with a high end winged eyeliner. When I'm okay with my whole facial look I wear my matching 6.4 black matching heels and pull the scrunchie holding my hair in a ponytail. After brushing and removing all knots I make my way outside and meet Marvin waiting for me.
"Yo bitch, you look fire" Marvin hails me, smacking my ass.
"Tell me more?" I jokingly answer.
"Go do your thing bitch and make sure you have 'em guys cumming in their pants from just watching" she adds cheerily.
"Since you ask nicely, then consider it done" I reply her just when Ariana and her group comes out from the rare door on the stage signifying the end of their time and the start of mine.
"Cheap" Ariana blurts while walking past me.
"Well, cheap for me is not being able to do something you've been practicing for over three years right. Oh sorry, that's not cheap, it is outrightly ridiculous. Loser" I retort and brush my shoulders with hers, before matching forward to the stage.
"All nonsense... none of those are true" I hear Marvin tell her before I completely go out of sight and earshot. Damn Marvin! should have been an actress and not a stripper.
I hear loud sounds of cheers and chanting of my name the moment I get on the stage. "Choke me Mummy" I hear someone call from the audience. "Yo Kitty, show me some K. I. T. T. Y." I hear another voice call.
At the mention of the last word, I go down, spreading my legs wide to my sides and trailing my hands on both of them as they go apart, revealing my sweet candy pot in between my legs to the audience and the cheers couldn't grow any louder. The Dj makes a little scratch on his disk before changing the song playing from Bandz A make her dance by Juicy J, Lil' Wayne, and 2 Chainz to Rake it up by Yo Gotti and Nicki Minaj. I swear this guy knows what I like. Just as the song hits I tell all my hoes to "rake it up".
I throw one of my legs up, across the pole and grab it with my hand so I don't fall. Dipping, I bring my other hand to my chest, caressing the skin on my chest between my popping boobs, before bringing the fingers to my mouth and licking it.
Untangling my hand, I free myself from the pole and make my way to the front of it, a very little space between the pole and the edge of the stage. Using both hands I cling to it shooting my big soft ass to the audience. I drop down sexily, then rise up slowly wiggling my ass.
The cheer encourage me to go farther and farther I go. I hold the pole by one hand and twirl around it, careful not to miss any step or lose balance.
When I come back to my normal position, I do not hesitate, I jump on the pole and use my legs to circle it and begin to bounce my ass on the pole, dry humping the metal stick and flicking my tongue on it.
Letting go of the pole I bring my hands on my head, twirling my hair in between my fingers before bringing my upper body down to give them a better view of my boobs. My instinct is to take off the single strap holding the boobs cover and clit cover but I decide to wait and tease them a little.
"Yo momma, bring that ass on me" A client I'm well familiar with calls me from the audience. Fuck!, this men are impatient. I bring my body up once again before coming down from the pole and seductively but gingerly make my way to the four steps that leads to the V I P section, the first row in the audience section.
"Over here kitty" The man from before calls again and I walk over to his side.
On getting to where he is sitting on a single piece chair thankfully, I place a hand on his shoulder and use my heels to roam to the length of his member.
"Fuck" I hear him groan loudly which earns a dirty smile from me. I stand on his lap with both of my knees. One on his leg and the other on his chest, causing my clit to be on his face or rather his mouth and he, of course, slap his tongue on my cunt making me wet and causing thingy desires to crawl up my spine but I don't stop. Instead, I continue my assault on him, grinding my core into his face and crouch down a little bit to allow my boobs rest on his head. I feel the tip of my pant leave my skin and when I bend to look at what was going on, I see him stack a good number of $100 notes inside my panties.
What is better than cool cash? I know some will say love or better still, true love. But not for me though, I don't give a fuck about love. What do I need love for anyways? Where has it taken me to? My boyfriend of two years back then in high school cheated on me with the girl that was supposed to be my best friend, My mother whom I loved so much with all my life died and my Dad the only family I had left, whom I loved with all I had, left me alone for the past one year. Everybody I loved left me except money of course. Ever since I joined in here, my tip only increases. So why not make more?
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“Please… Nick, wait.” He pulled out, thrusted back in. “How much? Twenty thousand? Fifty? Hundred?” With every question, he thrust harder and harder. My neurons are frying with the confusing feeling in my brain. Torn between pleasure, fear, and panic. I couldn't utter a single sentence to save my life.
His cold eyes pinned me in place while he plundered my body with deep thrusts, which only added to my confusion. My dumb body mistook the mixed signals, my pussy becoming even wetter than before.
“I hope she'd paid you well, because I'm going to fuck you all night long, hard,” he growled. “Sleep, then do it all over again. I want to feel you come for me, Andrea, want to feel you squeeze my cock, milking me.
Begging for me to give you the high only I can, I'm going to fucked you until I fuck all my wife's money's worth, I want you to remember how hard I took you while you're meeting her.” I sobbed, moaned, and tried to scramble out under him.
“No, please…Nick, let….let me explain.” Nick abruptly pulled out. His eyes were cold but hooded.
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Her mission was simple: get close, seduce him, find the proof, and disappear. Instead Andrea finds herself exposed—cornered into signing a contract that binds her to Nicklaus's side as his lover. Now she’s living in his world of wealth, danger, and secrets… and the deeper she falls into his bed, the harder it becomes to remember what side she's on.
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Alpha Of Glass And Gold
Four years later, Levi Kingston, the ruthless Alpha who traded his pack for power and built an empire in glass and gold, returns with a proposition that reopens every wound she buried.
A ninety-day marriage contract.
His terms: protect her twins from the enemies his rise created.
Her condition: never fall for him again.
She’s human, or at least that’s what she tells the world. He’s the heir to the city’s hidden packs, a man forged in dominance and secrets. Between them lies a history of rejection, desire, and a bond that refused to die even when they did.
In a world where loyalty is currency and love is leverage, Aurora must decide whether to guard her heart or the truth that could bring Levi Kingston’s entire empire to its knees. proposition that reopens every wound she buried.
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"Bella." Ethan's tone shifted, taking on that warning edge I knew too well. "Faye is vulnerable right now. She's terrified you'll resent her, that this will divide the pack. The last thing she wants is for this baby to come between us."
"Then you shouldn't have done it." I met his eyes squarely, letting him see the ice in mine. "Go back to your son."
"For fuck's sake." He dragged a hand through his hair. "How many times—it was artificial insemination. They used my sperm, yes, but Faye and I never—"
Bella let out a cold snort. Such brazen lies. Her mate had an affair with his brother's partner, and his entire family helped force her out with nothing, all to make way for the mistress to take her rightful position. Poor fool—he thought she was just an unwanted adopted daughter, easy to dismiss and control. He never knew the computer genius he'd been searching for was his own Luna.
Since he'd tainted himself, Bella was done. She rejected him and reclaimed what was hers, rising to the top with help from Victor, who'd been secretly in love with her for years.
When Ethan tried winning her back: "You don't want our child growing up fatherless."
Bella smiled mockingly. "The child's father isn't you."
I Found the Babies
"When..." He growled in my ear, "When we will be getting married, I will be your only king, do you get my point? Only one queen, no misters or mistresses. Just me, just you, and yeah, our babies."
I shivered.
Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices:
Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants.
Call the police and inform them about the innocent wails.
Follow the sounds of the wails and take the matter in your hands, deciding what to do later.
Being a kindhearted soul and a sucker for babies, she found herself choosing the third option, finding the two little lives.
Two little lives that changed her whole life, her love life included. Her life now revolved around the babies as diapers, vomit and shit seemed to surround her.
Just when she thought that now it's just her and the babies, her whole world flipped over and she found herself living under the same roof as the egotistical, obnoxious and hot-as-hell Terence Powers, the business tycoon who was not going to let the woman fend off for herself and the babies alone.
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
The Unwritten Princess
My name is Mia, and everything I touch is dying.
The flowers beneath my mother's window turned black overnight. The herbs I gathered at dawn rotted in my hands. When the court wizard finally told me the truth—that someone cursed me, that my presence would kill everyone I love—I realized the prophecy everyone believed was never meant to save the kingdom. It was meant to destroy me.
So I ran. Not to fulfill some destiny, but to survive it.
Now I'm traveling with a hunter who lost his companions to the same curse I carry, chasing fragments of a prophecy the Fae sing differently. An elf took a baby from the palace the night I was born. And somewhere between the lies I've been told and the truth I'm hunting, I'm starting to suspect: What if I'm not the princess from the prophecy at all?
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Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.
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Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?
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Ruined : You will always be mine.
“Fuckkk”, I couldn’t help but scream.
“You need to learn to be obedient” he said as he kept thrusting into me. When I felt his hands on my clit my body shook.
“Asher please, it’s too much”.
“No. if I really wanted to punish you, I would give you all of me”, he said against my ears and my entire body froze. Suddenly he moved and I was standing again. This man was insane.
I felt him behind me. “Ten Lashes for your disobedience”, he said
“Asher please”,
“No”. His voice was cold and void of any emotion.
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The Sterling's were the most powerful in Havenwood and Dorian Sterling was off limits.
As an orphan finding out you still have people looking for you is hard to take but when it turns out to be people of wealth and standing I took the other road and ran, but running led me right back to the place I was avoiding and the person I was avoiding.
Asher and Dorling Sterling one and the same. When his first love shows up and along with everyone that has set out to ruin me, I prayed that he could protect me.
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Until Eric Thompson appeared.
Bella’s older brother. Mark’s powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city.
He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal:
A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild.
Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric’s carefully guarded control unraveled—and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.
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Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
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