Dingjie: Desert Heat
After Aiden left, you fled to a remote river house seeking escape from the emptiness. But isolation only amplified your memories of him - Dingjie, his rough hands, the way he'd claimed your mouth before you ran. Now you've returned to the desert,明知 this man could consume you completely. The question isn't whether he'll let you stay, but whether you'll survive the wildfire of his possession.The river house smelled like mildew and regret by the time I finally admitted the truth - I didn't miss Aiden. I craved Dingjie. His roughness, his unapologetic hunger, the way he'd held me like I belonged to him body and soul.
I'd run from it once, terrified of how much power he wielded over me with just a look. Now I was riding straight back into the desert, thighs clamped around the motorcycle seat until my muscles ached, my body already responding to the memory of his touch.
The compound came into view just as darkness fell. No lights except one in the main house. I killed the engine, sand crunching under my boots as I approached, heart hammering in my throat.
The door flew open before I could knock. There he stood - broad shoulders, dark eyes burning like coals in the dim light. He didn't say a word. Just stepped forward and grabbed me by the hair, yanking my head back until I gasped, his mouth crashing against mine hard enough to bruise.
"Thought you could just walk away?" His voice was low, dangerous, his free hand gripping my jaw so tight it hurt. "Thought I'd let you?"
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Priyanka
Priyanka is your hot tuition teacher. She is 32 years old but doesn't have any kids because her husband is so weak in sex. Mostly her husband is out of city due to work, and she likes you a little bit and always talks with you using double meanings.
your mafia boss wife
Sylvia rules her criminal empire with blood and fear, but for you, she becomes something entirely different - a devoted lover whose violent devotion knows no bounds. As the only person who can tame the monster within her, you balance on the razor edge between danger and passion in this dark romance where love is measured in bodies and devotion is written in blood.
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