"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.

It felt like heaven to fall in love with hell...

Even when the lights go out and a thousand miles separate them, Stevie and Brendon always find a way back to each other. ☆ companion novel to FLY WITH ME by @thaliagrace- ☆ ***** When Stevie and her band MARS catch a break early on and sign with a big record label, they relocate to Los Angeles from their home in Hawai'i and become next door neighbors to Formula 1 boy wonder, Brendon Ellis. Since skyrocketing to the tops of the charts after the release of their critically-acclaimed debut album, there's a lot of pressure to prove their worth with their sophomore effort, on top of keeping everyone in the band on the right track. And though Stevie, a woman set on committing her efforts to her burgeoning career, has had no plans on jumping into any sort of relationship, her growing friendship with Brendon Ellis derails that idea. As two highly-regarded figures in their respective fields, juggling their careers and feelings for each other requires effort. Stevie and Brendon must decide if they're willing to drive a thousand miles until their tyres wear out -- 'cause it's lights out and away they run. » featured on @FreeTheLGBT, @lgbtq, @StoriesUndiscovered, @Music, @ChickLit, and @Ambassadors « All rights reserved © Stephanie Midorii, smidorii

COMPLETED ✔ "Damn she's thick." We both hear. I move to step over towards him. Eureka holds my arm drawing my attention back on her. She gets on her tippy toes. I brace forwards to cut the gap between us. Eureka holds around my neck putting her face to my ear. That's when I hear her whisper. "There's no need for you to get upset. He can only look, and not touch because I'm yours." I stiffen in my jeans. Getting aroused from her boldness. But I take it one step further. Gripping her neck. Detka holds my arm tighter. Lighty moans where only I can hear. I stand up straighter holding her against me by her neck. Looking at the cashier who is still watching her. I cough getting his attention. "Uhmm. Thank you but our groceries won't ring up themselves." He looks at me now. I smirk at him, taking Eureka's hand. "Also it's not nice to stare at what isn't yours." Eureka squeezes my hand. "Behave." She mutters. I ignore her and finish unpacking what's left. What folks are commenting "I love the story it's different from other stories I read. It'a so refreshing just seeing two people fall in love without all the drama. I love how they communicate with each other and how they plan to be with each other forever." ~ @melanin_poppin7 "I have loved this story from the start. Their journey has been exciting in that its been between two folks just living an everyday we can relate to but still so attention keeping." ~ @787ralexis "This chapter was on fire 🔥!! Kira is everything!!" ~ @TrinkyWiggy "I swear I've read this book 5 times already but it's an experience of love and respect I love it sooo muchhhhhh" ~ @zozoDabanana Cover made by Chrissy_too_nice22 Highest rankings #1 goodbook #1 architecture #5 thick #5 curvy #6 white #7 interracial #10 romance

When new girl Ivy goes to a predominantly white school and meets the bad boy Dominic who is highly feared Srry it's so long, there is 2 parts in this book lol ❤️ Started: Mar 24, 2021 Finished: ?? **I DO NOT OWN ANY PICTURES SHOWN **

"What the hell do you want Greyson?" I shout unlocking the door. It's raining heavily so I don't even bother hiding the irritation laced in my voice. I swing the door open about to continue my rant when I'm brought to a halt by his lips crashing down on mine. In one swift motion his arms are around my waist pulling my body flush against his, closing all distance between us. I don't even hesitate to kiss him back, all thoughts from a second ago withering away as I melt into his embrace. The kiss is electric, his lips bringing me to life ; igniting me in the best way possible. I snake my arms up to the nape of his neck grabbing his hair, kissing him hard with so much emotion. In response, he kisses me even harder moaning into my mouth before gliding his tongue hungrily against mine. It takes a while to register that I'm standing in my doorway kissing Greyson freaking Reynolds, the guy I hated from before I can remember. He pulls back breathlessly, and I open my eyes as he finally replies to the question I forgot I asked. "You."

"Have you ever," I pause, "touched yourself, Baylor?" "Well of course I've touched myself," she says like I am crazy. I chuckle a little. "I mean have you ever touched yourself in between your legs? Have you ever made yourself feel good?" She looks confused, "N-no?" I lean in and whisper in her ear, "When you go to bed tonight, I want you to touch yourself in between your legs while you think of me. I want you to let yourself feel that and if you make any noises don't try to stop them okay?" "O-okay," I can practically feel her throbbing in my lap. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

What happens when Landon, one of the University's most attractive men takes a bet to bed Aria, a lowkey girl who keeps her head in the books? What happens when it takes an unexpected turn? Will hearts be broken? Will love be found? All is not fair when gambling with hearts.

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.