It should be a simple weekly BDSM hookup, but it turns into something that could save-or kill-them both. Season 1 of Love & Other Things *** Hennessy thinks Ruby's a Chelsea socialite trapped in an abusive marriage. Ruby thinks Hennessy's a bad boy bouncer at a North London nightclub. Both have deadly secrets. Ruby is spending her days hiding out in her secret apartment, sleeping the days away to try and forget her tragic past. When she meets her neighbour Hennessy and agrees to become his Tuesday play thing, it's not long until their chemistry becomes addictive. But with the mafia watching her every move, how can she keep herself and Hennessy safe? Hennessy doesn't do love. He's open about having arrangements. Different girls to play his BDSM games for different days of the week. But once the game is over, it's over. So what is it about Ruby that makes him want her to belong to only him when the ring on her finger tells him that's not even possible? And why is it he wants to kill anyone who comes anywhere near her? Neither of them ever imagined their sex games would pull them both into a treacherous game of life or death. *** Weekly updates on Mondays and Wednesdays. Wait & read for free, or unlock with coins-the choice is yours!

"Yes Ebony we both want you, do you like the thought of two men pleasuring you at the same time hmm?" Romello asks and i nod my head Isaiah removes his hand from my thigh and brings his finger to my chin and faces my face towards him "Words Ebony" he says "Yes Isaiah", "Good girl" he says kissing my forehead

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

⭐ #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.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡ 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑰 "𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔" - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 ᥫ᭡

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ★ 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑰𝑰 "𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆." -𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐎 ★𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 ★

||ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ|| ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ᴀʙᴀɢɴᴀʟᴇ, ᴊʀ. (ʟᴇᴏɴᴀʀᴅᴏ ᴅɪᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴏ) ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴀ ʟᴀᴡʏᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏ-ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴀɪʀʟɪɴᴇ -- ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ 18ᴛʜ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ. ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴋɪʟʟ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴍᴇ: ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 17, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ᴀʙᴀɢɴᴀʟᴇ, ᴊʀ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ʙᴀɴᴋ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜ.ꜱ. ꜰʙɪ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀʀʟ ʜᴀɴʀᴀᴛᴛʏ (ᴛᴏᴍ ʜᴀɴᴋꜱ) ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ᴀʙᴀɢɴᴀʟᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀꜰʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ-(ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ) ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ɪʟʟᴇɢᴀʟ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏ. ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ. ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ? ʜɪꜱ ɪɴꜰᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀ? ||THE FIRST DESCRIPTION THAT IS WRITTEN. I DO NOT OWN.|| ||I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY OR THE CHARACTERS. ALL EXCEPT: AURORA GRACE JOHNSON, SUMMER CASTILLO AND YASMINE NADINE.

"My name is Maurice." He finally answered, his eyes shifting away from hers, "Also, your arm is bleeding." He pointed to the wounds going down it. Brielle lifted her arm, taking a quick glance. "I know." She said softly, dropping her arm back to her side. "Okay." He oddly responded, dribbling the ball between his small hands. Brielle stared at his skills with recognition, given that she always watched basketball games with her mother on television. She was intrigued, wanting to play basketball with the boy. "Wanna be my friend?" She asked shyly, still watching the motions of the ball, before looking up at him, the beads in her hair rocking. Maurice's face scrunched. "Eww, no." His face tightened, "You're a girl." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing with disgust. Brielle watched as he looked her up and down, as if she were either crazy or stupid, before he simply turned on his heel, dribbling the ball towards his friends. She frowned, sadness and humiliation consuming her. ⋆ ✭ ☆ ✭ ⋆ ^ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌