My Taboo

Eu rasgo sua camisa, Davina era simplesmente linda.... Meu íntimo latejava de desejo, ele vai direto do seu pescoço para aqueles seios rosa e amplo, sugo com fome, desejando mais, com força, entre beijos e mordiscadas, eu deslizo minhas mãos para a sua entrada, um dedo a tocando em um ritmo constante. Ouço-te gemer baixinho, ouvir-te assim é pura felicidade.... Eu continuo a descer, plantando beijos por todo o seu corpo, esfregando contra a sua entrada, fazendo com que você arqueie as costas. A única coisa que me impede de estar lá é o tecido fino de sua calcinha de renda e minha cueca, eu sinto-os encharcados através do tecido, o que só excita e intensifica a excitação. Eu continuo descendo mais... Eu preciso provar você! Em "Welcome to my hell, Mafia Wife", Davina é forçada a se casar com Adam, um temido Mafia Don da Inglaterra. Enquanto se preparam para a sua união, descobrem um mundo de sedução e traição. Segredos chocantes são desvendados por uma misteriosa figura mascarada, acendendo um desejo ardente de vingança em Davina. A tensão entre eles aumenta a cada encontro, ameaçando tudo o que sabem. Em meio a segredos, traições e encontros apaixonados, Davina e Adam devem desvendar a verdade por trás de seu casamento arranjado e lutar pela sobrevivência em um mundo infernal.

After reaching the height of my ambition, I forgot about God and the responsibility I should have for his church, my family and myself. However, despite everything, God took pity on me and pulled me from the bottom of a well filled with the mud of sin and made me understand his greatness in love and forgiveness.

He was arrogant, mysterious, cold, and hostile, but also handsome and manly, with a thick voice that played havoc with my sanity, and gray eyes that consumed me like fire. And, although he was the most stoic and indecipherable man I had ever met in my life, with an eternal scowl and an arrogance that exceeded the limits of reason, I felt a powerful and incomprehensible attraction for him. From the moment I met him, I knew he was a force of nature from whom I had to flee for refuge. Although I didn't think I was at risk, he showed no interest in me until he made me a dangerous proposition from which, he believed, we would both benefit. "I've seen how she reacts when I touch her, the changes in her breathing, the way she blushes when I whisper phrases in her ear... there's chemistry between the two of us; it's undeniable," he expounded petulantly, and I wanted to refute him, but I had no solidity. And, the more he talked, the more my reasoning began to waver. What he was offering me was far-fetched, but I had force majeure reasons that made me hesitate. So what do I do? Do I take the deal and solve my problems, or do I maintain my dignity and say no?

"I want to hear it from you. I want to watch you look me in the eye and tell me they aren't mine… without looking away even once." I swallowed hard, because the game he was playing was cruel. I knew that the slightest flicker in my expression would feed his suspicions. I lifted my chin, met his gaze without blinking, and spoke slowly, "They. Are. Not. Yours." The muscle in Damian's jaw tightened, and his breath brushed my face, warm and steady. "You've gotten better at this, Harper," he murmured, using my last name like a provocation. "But you're still not that good." "Or maybe you're just hearing what you want to hear," I shot back, fighting the suffocating closeness. "You hate losing. But sometimes, losing is inevitable. Accept it and get out of my life." Stella was desperate. After dropping out of college to pay off the debts her father left behind, all she wanted was a fresh start, even if that meant forging a résumé and swallowing her pride to land a job as the secretary to the ruthless CEO Damian Winter. What she didn't expect was that her new boss would be as irresistible as he was dangerous. Or that a series of sharp provocations and intense encounters would lead to an indecent contract. A secret agreement ruled by power and desire, in which Stella committed to satisfying Damian's every whim, with one single condition: she could never get pregnant. But what would happen when Stella discovered she had broken that rule? Now pregnant and emotionally shattered, Stella learned from the news on TV that Damian was engaged to a wealthy heiress. Hiding the truth seemed like her only option. But secrets would never stay buried forever.

Astrid waited for Joshua all night as she usually did... And the first thing she received, instead of a cold greeting, was the divorce papers. “Why?” were her only words when she saw the agreement. Joshua looked at her indifferently. “It's enough. It's a waste of time to continue this marriage. In the first place, if it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have married you... Sign it!” he shouted. Astrid, her eyes filled with tears, hurriedly took the divorce agreement and put it in her mouth. “I don't want a divorce!” Astrid cried. Joshua didn't respond, he just looked at her and walked away. After all, it was difficult to get into the heart of someone like Joshua. She stood firm in her decision. She had married to take care of her mother's health... Until she lost her too, leaving her with nothing left to hold on to. “He doesn't feel anything for me,” she said, wiping her teary eyes. “In the future, I will never appear in front of him again.” She took her luggage and, accompanied by a heavy snowfall, disappeared along with her footprints in the snow. She left behind only her signature on the divorce agreement. With a trembling body, she escaped. Five years later, a little boy reminded her of the person she tried to forget.