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His Devious Rule

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. ~~~ Excerpt: Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face. “Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile. A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.” Alvin: “...” Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen. ~~~ This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin

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Scandalous

At Oasis mansion,

Better than anybody, Alvin knew it was a bad idea to agree with Anya. But it was also the most tempting to his treacherous body that was enticed, hearing her willing to help him. 

Attracted to her offer, he took action before she could change her mind. His arm slid underneath her waist and rolled her on top of him.

Anya was busy making up her mind to help him. She had felt his hot and hard stuff poking her thigh through his pants. She had heard his groans as if he was in pain. If he was taking it slow to avoid scaring her, she considered helping him.

Looking at his eagerness, a blush crept up her face. It wasn't long ago, she was avoiding him, stopped herself from speaking or hearing about him, and never thought of meeting him and running away from him. Here she was naked, pleasured, atop of him and also married to him.