Seraphina Esposito is a mafia queen.. cold, ruthless, untouchable. At twenty-five she rules an empire built on fear, wielding power like a blade and believing feelings to be nothing but weakness. Love, family, softness.. those are luxuries she's burned out of herself. Or so she thought. Then comes Elowen Morgan. Beautiful. Too emotionally intelligent. Kindhearted. Too pure for a world like hers... and yet, impossible to ignore. With honey-brown eyes that see too much and a quiet defiance behind her smile, she unsettles everything Seraphina thought she knew. Seraphina doesn't do love. But desire? Obsession? The urge to claim what should never have been hers? That, she can't seem to resist. What happens when a woman who feels nothing meets the one person she can't stop feeling?

"How would that even work?" She asked looking at him. "I belong to you both and you both belong me," Jason replied his eyes not being able to leave hers, I smiled knowing the feeling. "Like a three way relationship?" She asked and he nodded. "But wouldn't that bring about jealously?" She asked and he shook his head, she bit her lip before kissing him, a moan leaving her and he pulled her closer. The scene turning me on, my nipples hardening under my clothes begging for attention. It was amazing the confidence and dominance she obtained whenever she was aroused, she became a completely different person. He groaned and I squeezed my thighs together, the sound having a greater effect than it should. "Are you feeling jealous?" She asked pulling away to look at me. "No,"

❝I want you on your knees. Not out of love, or respect, or even fear... but because you understand your place will always be beneath me.❞ Leander Graves could be known for being one of the most popular gamers at merely twenty years old, or for being the mysterious guy no one really befriends. But no, Leander's name is always followed by the same word. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣. Sheltered. Protected. Shy. Awkward. Completely insecure. Untouched fits too. Then one day Carmen Ivory walks in, clad in money and whispers, power and control. When she's told Leander is out of anybody's reach, a true challenge even for the best conquerors, he stops looking bland and starts appearing... fascinating. Thirty thousand dollars. Until winter break. For the money. For the dare. For her pride. But what begins as a simple bet soon becomes obsession: a web of manipulation, seduction, and cruelty spun by a girl who has never loved anyone in her life. Because Carmen doesn't fall in love. Psychopaths don't. They collect playthings. And Leander is destined to be her favorite. ♰ Psychological breaking ♰ Bad girl × Good boy ♰ Double POV ♰ Reverse dark romance ♰ Elite college

"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye. "Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better." (This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community. *Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)

Rated R "Please, faster," I begged but he didn't oblige. "No, my control, my pace," he said. Then, I felt his lips on mine as he continued easing in and out of me. I kissed him with passion, letting him dominate the kiss, knowing that I would never win. Master left my lips as his trailed from my shoulder until my earlobe. He nipped on it while he slowly and seductively whispered, "I want to be deep inside you, I want my cóck so deep that I am fúcking your womb as you scream my name in pleasure, begging for more. I want to fill you with my semen as your tight cúnt stretches and your walls clenching on my long and thick díck while I pound into you senselessly until you forget your name." After everything he said, I felt myself dripping and wet for him, for my master. "What's stopping you, master?" I moaned in response. ---------------- Kathleen Bellisima, she's none other than the youngest female CEO of the top model agency in New York. She has it all, beauty and intelligence. Every man and sometimes even women desired her. What's one thing that kept her from having relationships? Her past. She's the definition of perfection to all people but she never looked at herself like others did. She's empty, broken, and lonely. She's been afraid of trust, love, and commitments. Then, she met Alexander Peterson. Her life changed. Who is Alexander in her life, what made such difference? ---------------- This book contains graphic contents such as language and sexual contents. This is also my first book containing BDSM-related contents so please leave comments and tell me if you like it or not! Chapters 9,13,18, and 21 are the ones with the restricted contents. Skip them if you feel uncomfortable on reading the sexual contents.

Just as she was about to leave, Cass watched him get on his knees and place his hands on his lap, one over the other. "Anything you tell me to, Cassandra." He followed her every movement, his eyes jumping around her face, looking for any sign of what she could be thinking. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't work... I need this. Please. I'm begging you, fuck me..." "What does this mean, Ent?" "Anything you want it to mean. You can do anything to me." She continued looking at him, expecting details. "Torture me, punish me, tie me up, deny me, edge me, humiliate me, fuck me and leave me, peg me, don't let me cum... Choke me, beat me, bruise me, make me bleed and beg, and cry... Do whatever you want. But please, I need you to do it to me right now." - What happens when you find out that the woman who makes you irrationally angry (and you for some reason can't stop thinking about) is your exact type in bed? A type, which is very difficult to find? You confront her, blame her for your jealousy and, when she doesn't give you the time of day, while your hand becomes less and less satisfying, you do the only thing you know how: you beg. You offer her your body and hope that she puts you in your place. Or in other words: a BDSM-heavy enemies-to-lovers story, featuring a female sadist brat tamer and a male masochist brat, who gets off on humiliation. 65,100 words. #1 in FDom (April 2023) #1 in MSub (July 2023) #1 in ImpactPlay (August 2023) #2 in Begging (May 2023) #3 in Masochism (March 2023) #4 in Domme (September 2023)

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

Mia: I had one chance to run, So I took it. Drifting from one town to the next, never staying long enough to exchange a simple hello. That's how I've stayed alive this long. Until my ex finally has me back in his clutches. I think it's all over when he dumps my broken body inside an old trunk. I wait for the eternal darkness to greet me; instead I'm greeted by a devastatingly handsome angel. Only this angel has no desire to set me free. Levi: Watching my brother find the woman who was made for him has me anxiously awaiting the arrival of my own. However, finding her stuffed inside of an abandoned trunk isn't exactly what I had in mind. I don't mind rescuing her though, because she's mine. I'll save her from anyone, including herself. She belongs to me now. Mine to love, mine to cherish, and mine to rescue. She'll soon learn she's right where she's meant to be. This is part of a series. The first book can be found on my page (Protecting Her). Each book is a standalone with interconnecting couples. This series follows the Brooks brothers as they each find their destined soulmates. Each book is a different couple. WARNING: This book contains an over the top, possessive, alphahole. This is an insta-love story. For readers 18+ ONLY.

'' you can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that dosent change its nature'' college was supposed to be liliths excape, her one way road to another life. and it was. only it wasnt the life she had expected. when she accidently ends up paired up with the schools most vicious boys, and from then on her life was turned up side down.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."