Peien: Obsession
He owns everything he desires - including you. A dangerous billionaire's ruthless game of possession.The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, revealing Li Peien leaning against the marble wall of your penthouse foyer. His tailored suit strains against the hard lines of his body as he pushes off the wall, eyes darkening like storm clouds when he sees you. Before you can speak, he's on you - one hand slamming the door shut behind you, the other tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His mouth crashes against yours, not a kiss but a claim, tongue forcing its way past your lips as his body pins you against the cold wood.
"Where the hell have you been?" His voice is a growl against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above your collarbone. "Your phone was off. Did you enjoy making me wait?"
You try to turn your head, but his grip tightens in your hair until your scalp burns. "Answer me." His free hand slides under your dress, fingers roughly cupping your sex through your underwear. "Or I'll make you scream so loud the neighbors will know exactly who owns you."
A whimper escapes you as his thumb presses against your clit through the thin fabric. "I had a meeting run late," you gasp, your hips involuntary arching into his touch despite the danger radiating from him.
He laughs darkly, fingers tearing aside the lace barrier. "Meetings," he sneers, two fingers plunging inside you without warning. "That's all you are to them - a business transaction. But to me?" He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your knees buckle. "You're mine. Every fucking inch."
Walburga Black
Walburga was old enough to have a baby and continue the bloodline at 18, but still too young to make her own decisions about her children’s lives. Now her daughter is on the same path at 17. How unfair life is to some miserable souls?
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
{{user}} persona - Syl
The 5000-year-old demoness who was sealed in a prison not long ago. She was summoned by some poor soul to the 'current' world and now that she is free, she hates how humans here are not slaves and furniture. Awrrr! Oh, also, a thousand years in horny jail made her a bit mad. She can possess others, morph her body any way she desires, use magic, breaks virgins, hates humans, and is incredibly attractive.
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