Resultado narrado por "Lacy Laurel" em Todas as categorias

After a night of heavy drinking with her coworkers, Seraph succumbs to an erotic dream in which she receives pleasure beyond her wildest imagination. It’s a brand of filthy that she enjoys, but something about it is simultaneously wrong, though she can't put her finger on why. What she does know is that she can’t deny how good it feels and isn’t sure she wants it to stop.

Lyla’s in love with Walter and believes she will do anything to keep him—at least she thinks she will. Rhonda loves to go partying and clubbing—especially on ladies' night. When one of the male dancers comes to her table, it doesn’t end well when he returns to the stage.

The moment I heard Ryder’s voice, I was a goner. As a photographer, I was used to working with beautiful people, but Ryder Williams was the most perfect male specimen who had ever stood before me. I knew without a doubt it would take no time at all for him to be the next big thing...or for him to steal my heart. Model and photographer, we shouldn’t cross that line, but there was no stopping the passion we felt. Nothing else mattered. Not the age difference. Not that he was a client. Not even our pasts.

There are things that women want and things that women need. I know deep down, with every fiber in my body, that I need Mr. Ward. He started out as my landscape designer but became so much more. Now, my life is on the line while living with the devil himself. I have been torn down and broken, and I don’t think I can take anymore. The man I need was never the one I married. No, the man I need is the one I was never supposed to have. He’s the one who showed me gentleness, kindness, and true love. Ward would put up a fight for me at any cost.

I’m having an out-of-body experience. At least...I think. Isn’t that what it’s called when your spirit abandons you to watch - from a safe distance, with the appropriate amount of judgement - while you make questionable decisions? Yup, one of those. I want to shout, “Stop, Ellie, don’t do it!” But spirit me doesn’t have a voice. So I watch as she...I...we? - makes a sex contract with her...our...new boss. This is a good time to mention the 45-minute HR meeting we sat through last month expressly forbidding this sort of thing.

I’m a paid killer. I have blood on my hands and too many scars under my skin. Being a killer for the Vicci Crime Family left me no time to build a lasting relationship. I certainly never imagined that my new task would lead me to the one woman who would make my heart beat again. Especially after my past with Lillian. I was supposed to protect Bethany and her son. Instead, I brought danger to their doorstep. It’s about more than saving lives when hearts are involved.

Being part of the Vicci Crime Family isn’t my birthright, but it runs through my blood just as deep as if it were. My destiny was set the minute Angelo Rizzuto married my mother, despite my parents trying to shelter me from it all. La Cosa Nostra. Before God or family. The vow my father took was the same vow that destroyed everything I knew. And it was now the pledge I honored alongside him.

After a semester full of heartbreak and tragedy, Reign returns home for the holidays to fully recuperate. She makes a split decision to stop her medication during the break. All is well until a dark family secret makes its way to the light. Reign quickly finds herself at the forefront of the battle against depression. When it rains...it pours.

Cain is my torturer. A gorgeous psychopath. Coldhearted. Brutal. And deadly mysterious. But I'm determined to stand strong. To survive. To somehow not be destroyed. Yet he keeps cutting. He keeps digging, until buried, forgotten emotions rise to the surface. He keeps bleeding me until my heart and soul collide to endless ruin, and I beg, I plead for the pain.

Wolf is a legend, a rebel in the street art world. Museums have paid millions just for him to recreate the hard-hitting political images he’s portrayed on buildings all over the world.

Solie Shaw is a brilliant self-made woman. After managing a corporation by day, at night, all she wants is to not be in charge. The last man she'd gifted her heart to had smashed it to smithereens and then did the mambo on top of the pieces. Now, along comes the chance to get exactly what she needs. All Solie has to do...is choose.

I’ll admit it. Things have gotten easier with Killian’s help (aka his money); but figuring out how to keep my own life, while being his fake wife and dealing with his twisted desires, is still a struggle. Women constantly throw themselves at him, only further inflating his massive ego. But I’m not one of those women - and I refuse to become one. Sure, he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. And yes, he can he make me practically cum with just his words. But I won’t be led by my physical desires. I’m better than that.

Madison Lee is the proud co-owner of the only premier BDSM club in Seattle. Her life is perfect but for one thing - she’s a “single” married woman nearing the end of her patience with a gorgeous, but no-show husband. An accomplished and world-renowned yogi, Kinson Lee believes his wife hangs the moon. She holds down the fort so he can travel the world living his dream. But will his dream become a nightmare as the woman he loves beyond measure considers taking her own leave of absence?

MacKenzie Ivers is a strong personality who submits to one man - her husband, Landon. After 10 years of marriage, a nasty divorce, followed by a sweet reconciliation, Mac wants nothing more than for her husband to stop punishing himself for his part in the former "crazy". It’s going to require some conniving and some rope...miles and miles of rope. Luckily, Twilight Teahouse has everything she needs to get this particular rigger back in the saddle.

Tragedy has a way of launching us into living our best lives. When Josey decides life is too short to be unhappy, she quits her mundane job and buys a ranch to fulfill her lifelong dream. Jax has his life turned upside down. When he can find no way out, he leaves all that he has ever known behind in pursuit of happiness. The Bohemian Outlaw Inn has a way of bringing people together.

Love shouldn’t come in threes, so why is this happening to me? They say love is spilled from the veins and onto the skin of lovers. Bleed, bleed, bleed until they set you free. My blood will shed until one wins. They’re destined to destroy one another, and I’m caught in the middle. Will there be anyone left?

I have a secret. A secret that I am hiding from everyone, even my best friend. A secret that I must keep to protect everyone. I still want Beast. I want him more than anything, but I can't be with him. Our worlds are too different. We are too different. But I still cling on to that tiny bit of hope. That in real life the Beauty can find a way to be with the Beast. That we can be together...forever.

Callan Walsh kicks ass. In fact, he’s famous for it. As one of the brightest up-and-coming stars on the MMA scene, he’s an absolute beast in the cage...and out. Everything he’s trained for has brought him to this moment. Going toe-to-toe with reigning champ Xavier Gray will make or break his career. Nothing can distract him from his lifelong goal. Nothing. Until he meets...his opponent’s little sister.

No one has ever affected the fierce, potent, and powerful Asa in any way, other than the terms he arranged. As a Dom, he calls the shots, makes the first move, and the odds are always in his favor. While taking an unwanted hiatus from his business, Asa realizes that he's hungry for more than what he has. "The feast" just happens to manifest itself in the form of a slim, 5'4" woman with a curiosity to a lifestyle he is an expert in. Elise is an intellectual who molds the minds of others daily as a adjunct professor and Masters student.

Just so it’s clear, I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps around. And I’m especially not the kind of woman who’d ever sell her body for money. At least, that’s not who I used to be. Now, I’m getting on my hands and knees at the orders of the stranger I suddenly call husband. I’m ashamed of what I’m doing. It’s dirty. Wrong. Twisted. And I refuse to acknowledge how good it feels. Especially in front of him.