"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!"***Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust.He just had to live up to the name.But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore.Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross.

"Run, Camille, Run."Camille has caught the eye of Matteo Russo. A notorious 'mad man' like he's often referred as. What started out as an attraction, turned to fear and escape plans. Sold to him by the only family she had left, Camille must repay Matteo one way or another but what better way to please a cold man than offer a kind of warmth?"I've seen many ladies. It's all the same hole, it's all the same moan. It's nothing special. You are not special."

CAROLINEMother, father, I've married an older man. I am happy. I was happy until he slammed a divorce in my face three years later and welcomed back his baby Mama.Pa! I jerked as the whip landed on my bare back, stinging my flesh and I growled biting hard on my bottom lip till I drew blood."What do you want?" Grandma's voice is stern that it makes me shiver in fear. "What do you want, Caroline? What is your drive? Your goal? Your mission?""Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. Take everything from him till he takes his own life!"