[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

Book 1 of the Blackstone Inc Series • • • "Well," he paused, and I was suddenly captivated by his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip before he continued, "I'm Dominic Blackstone, but you can call me Dom or Sir." • • • Dominic Blackstone is the 35-year-old CEO of Blackstone Incorporated, a man who reigns over Dallas from the top floor of his sleek, twenty-five-story high-rise. Powerful, magnetic, and utterly in control, he's the kind of man who commands attention the moment he enters a room. With chiseled good looks, a voice that drips authority, and the wealth to match his ambition, Dominic could have any woman he wanted, a force to be reckoned with. He's a textbook Type A: dominant, driven, and emotionally untouchable. His life is carefully curated, every detail refined, every move calculated. He doesn't make room for vulnerability. He doesn't fall. Until he meets her-and everything he thought he controlled begins to unravel in the most irresistible way. ----- Genevieve Carlyle is a 22-year-old woman from New Orleans with big dreams and a sharp mind to match. In her final year of college, she's determined to carve out a name for herself in the business world-usually so fierce, focused, and full of ambition. But when tragedy hits too close to home, everything changes. She walks away from the life she thought she was building and relocates to Dallas, searching for stability in the chaos. What she doesn't expect is to stay. But fate has other plans. A twist of circumstance lands her a job at Blackstone Incorporated-working directly under the enigmatic CEO himself, Dominic Blackstone. As his personal assistant, Genevieve quickly learns that ambition isn't the only thing she'll be navigating... especially with a boss who's equal parts maddening and magnetic. • • • Will Dominic and Genevieve be able to remain professional, or will passions fly? Will Dominic's past come to snatch Genevieve away? And if so, will she give in to temptation?

Stella went to a beach party with friends, not knowing what kind of party it was or who she would meet. Cole was a mafia king and dominant with a daddy kink who finds Stella. Innocent, shy, beautiful Stella who has no idea what is about to hit her, but in the end, Stella may just like Cole's dominant side. Stella is still fragile and has to be handle with care, so can the mafia king handle her. Can the two live together, or will they destroy each other? ~ This story is being rewritten to try and fix issue with this story. The new one is called Mine so check it out on my profile.

" Shhh babygirl you're going to take it like a good girl" " P-please Davi-id" ------------------------------------- " Now, now what am I going to do with you" he whispered huskily in my ear. " K-kha-aled" ---------------------------------------- B E T W E E N T H E M ------------------ Rankings: #1: triangle love #19: daddies #47:maturelanguage #51:matureaudience #41:babygirl

Alexandrianna Hawkins wasn't expecting to dislocate her knee during cheerleading practice. Once she's wheeled into the hospital, she's welcomed with quite the surprise. Rian Peterson is a young, very irresistible man who's devoted to being a doctor. He's never fallen for any of his patients, but when Alexandrianna arrives, that changes quickly. The doctor and his patient are possessed by infatuation. Will the high school cheerleader and the percipient doctor fall for each other? Or will Alexandrianna's past stand in the way?

"Shh... Just a little bit more," I told her, unable to separate my lips from hers. A smile appeared on her lips as she straightened taller on her tip toes. It had been days since I last had her in my arms. I wasn't letting go just like that. I had this girl; a woman that had me enchanted for all I knew.. Dark brown hair, and green eyes that seemed to be grabbing my soul whenever they looked back in mine. With this girl, the electricity I needed to jump start my heart never stopped. Because, this woman... She was always a mystery to me. No matter how much time I spent with her, she was something new. Something different. Pure, raw, untouched. Each of her words were precious, her laughter -- a remedy, and the feel of her body was what healed me. I saw wildness in her eyes, yet felt gentle passion under her fingers. A heart of flame, a soul that played like mine. I felt those sparks under her every touch, and held her closer each time, knowing that I may not feel it in days, knowing that every minute with this girl was legendary. Knowing that it might be taken away from me.. And just that one kiss was more addictive than any drug known to man. Dear Lord, I couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through me. Her smell was flooding my senses now... Blurring my head, and tearing me apart with the simple fact that I was letting her go again. Not again.. Lana.. My sin. The girl that had me under her spell, and the one I was ready to die for. The daughter of the Morphers, and on the side of my darkest enemies. The love I vowed to keep safe and risk my life for.. Once again, walking away. And I... I was a fool in love. For them, just another creature of the night. I was the opposition. One of the leaders, yet unable to keep away from our very enemy. The gracious Lana. The fearless princess. The one I was supposed to kill, not cherish and adore. But it was the hunger that brought us together, and the feast that brings us back.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

Holding her unconscious body in my arms. Blood soaking my clothes as I fall to my knees but I don't let her touch the ground. My hands hold her tight to my body as the anger is rising within me and the beast inside me is threatening to unleash its wrath on the world. I will not lose her. "You will not die, Leanna" I whisper to her as I hold her close to my body but like she is, I'm losing the fight of life. Like a fucking poet. That's how insanely she affects me. I would go to the ends of the world for her. Only for her.