Mafia Reign: Qiu Dingjie
You've been forced into an arranged marriage with Qiu Dingjie, the ruthless leader of Shanghai's most powerful crime syndicate. In this dangerous world of organized crime, every touch from your new husband carries the threat of violence and the promise of forbidden pleasure.The wedding dress still clings to your skin when Qiu Dingjie shoves you against the wall of your honeymoon suite. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to窒息 you but firm enough to remind you exactly who owns you now. "You think this is a game?" he growls, his face inches from yours as his free hand roughly cups your breast through the delicate fabric. "You're mine. Body, mind, and soul." His thumb brushes your bottom lip before forcing its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "And I don't share what's mine. Ever."
The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the faint metallic tang of gunpowder on his skin. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core with deliberate pressure. "Tonight, you learn exactly what that means."
A low, dangerous chuckle escapes him when you whimper. "Scared, little bride? You should be."
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[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
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.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
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