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The Billionaire’s Toy

Steamy
"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed. The thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. Heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt with the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered. My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks, and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but nodded my head in response to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came down on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now-red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently to take away the ache. I was moist, and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed. Embarrassment slammed into me with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. I barely knew this man, and here I was, letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do. His lips touched the nape of my neck, and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he said.
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A Billionaire's Minx

Romance
When I was fifteen years old, I fell in love; he was a walking wet dream, and for a teenage girl who was only learning to control her hormones, he was death. I grew up in a religious household. My grandfather was a catholic pastor, and so we were raised on a biblical perspective, but somehow, I always galloped more to worldly things. I was taught no cussing, no deception, and certainly no fucking a hot boy you just met two weeks ago, but I loved him. I wanted to love him in all the ways I could, and I think he, too, loved me because he always promised forever. Somehow, forever lasted short; I winded up in the wrong hands, terrible hands. I saw some bad things and did worse; my perception of life was ruined long ago. Now I have nothing, nothing but scars and demons. I had long forgotten about him, but years later, he crashes into my life, and he's married. His wife, making me an unwelcome proposal, and him, making me feel like the indistinguishable stupid girl I was seven years ago. However, I'm no longer her, and he isn't the same eighteen-year-old I lied to. He breathes power and seduction that can be seen from miles away. All I want is to get my life in order, but with my past feelings and demons resurfacing, I know one thing for sure. I am screwed. We both are. Caelum thinks he is the only fiend in my story, yet there's a far bigger demon lurking in the dark, and no matter the times he goes hunting, he won't find it. The demon hides in the most open places, and the longer Caelum searches, the more broken he will be when he encounters it.
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