Older Partner

Valentina

I traded my freedom to the most ruthless Mafia leader-the Don of the Benedict family-to save my father's business. The wedding was quiet, almost too quiet, but my gaze was locked on the tall, tattooed man standing just a few feet away. His dark eyes and sharp suit ignited a heat in me I couldn't ignore. I should be thinking of everything I'm losing. But instead, I'm consumed by thought...

Elena stifled a smile, but he already saw her mouth start to curve upwards and he grinned at her. She ignored him. "I'm serious, Chandler."

His smile was instantaneous. "Noted."

She licked her lips. Her eyes were wide and nervous, and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "And you can't kiss me."

Chandler tilted his head to the side and studied her. Pushing away ...

“Uh-ahh.“ my moan echoed in the bedroom.
“That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” my dad's best friend said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy.

I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this fucking pleasure.

He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy.
“Now come fo...

His eyes were dark wild with an emotions I couldn't name. "You are playing with fire kid," he warned his voice a raw ragged growl.

A thrill shot through me.

I bit on my lower lip feigning innocence as I stared right into his stormy eyes “What if I want it to burn me?" I whispered leaning forward until my lips were a hair's breadth from his.

I could feel his warm breath on my skin fast and unev...

No one warned me that the man who used to slip me extra birthday money and ruffle my hair would come back ten years later looking like every bad decision I wanted to make. No one told me the man behind half of New York’s skyline, the ruthless, billionaire CEO with the devil’s mouth and my father’s trust, would look at me like I was a woman. Not a child. Not his best friend’s daughter.
Now every ti...

I am Mandy Langley, 42 years old, CEO of Sterling International. In Manhattan's cutthroat business world, I'd earned the name "Ice Queen."
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in a...