"let another man near you and so help me god he will learn why the call me il Diavolo " "Your first mistake was getting caught." "Your second mistake was underestimating me." "Your third mistake? Trusting me". "Now let me show you why they call me Diabla." ---------------------------- People bow down to him, he is the king after all, and no king needs to bow down to anyone, that was until he met his queen. People respect her like the queen she is, kissing the floor she walks on. He has everything, but he wanted the only thing he thought he couldn't have, her. Until he finds out, she chose him. What happens when a Queen and A king are ordered to be together in order to keep their kingdom? will hate and power win? This story contains: mature language mature scenes - read at your own risk. 18+ I do not own copyrights to any of the pictures used in this. Started 05/04/21

Control series:book one I had to pick between my master and my lover.

Being a drug lord is hard. Being a drug lord, who is also a woman, is even harder. So many people take you as a joke or try to convince you that sex with them is better than getting paid. But it's better to fake flirt with them, have them wrapped around your finger before breaking their nose, beating then robbing them. My life isn't as hard as others, but when your a woman, power and money still means nothing to men. No matter how in control you are of everything, they'll try to find a way to take that power away so you'll have to depend on them. CEO's, judges, lawyers, other drug dealers, sorry excuses for men, and even cops. A particular cop has taken an interest in me. Something about him drives me wild, but scares me. Maybe I'll entertain him, just for a bit to keep the cops off my ass. What's the worse that could happen? Copyright © The Cop and The Submissive

❗️Mature content! Beware ❗️ This is a sequel to "I'm not yours". Dimitri is alive, he wants Elizabeth back in his arms but she is not ready to endure his hell again. We finally get to see inside the mind of a our ruthless enemy from book 1. Started October 30th 2020. Finished March 20th 2022

"Take me" she whispered, pleadingly "cant decide if I want to fuck the absolute hell out of you or slowly torture you" he said as he caressed every inch of her naked body. "Do both" she teased, boldly looking into his eyes. 🖤

"You are now my slave little doll" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wondering the streets alone as a con artist Katie meets Alexander. Alexander a a handsome young man who makes a deal with her. He wins a gambling game against her he gets her as a slave, if she wins the game she gets a million dollars. After the loss of her family and best friend Katie decides she has nothing to lose. Katie takes the bet ending up as a slave to none other than the king of the demon realm... (This book is called The Slave)

Olivia finally turns 18, which where she's from is highly dreaded. When you turn 18 you either get yourself sent to a dominant or get a submissive. In Olivia's case she gets sent to a dominant, Hunter Elliott is a very rich dominant, she got lucky in that department. What else does Willowdale have in store for the couple's future?

"You're cute when you're jealous." He mumbled against my lips causing my eyes to shoot open and pull back from him. "I'm not cute, Joel. And I'm not jealous." I denied with a scowl and re-crossed my arms stubbornly. He chuckled and started to kiss the side of my face instead. He rubbed my arm up and down with the hand that wasn't around my waist, and pulled me closer to him so that I was basically cradled to his chest while he started to kiss me all over. "Joel." I whined. "Quit it." "But Kai, you're just so adorable. You're my precious little princess, aren't you?" He cooed between kisses, causing my cheeks to flush. "I'm mad at you." I reminded him trying to sound firm but could feel myself slipping, causing my voice to come out as more of a mewl. "Why are you mad at Daddy, babygirl?" He asked softly, and moved to peck my lips again. I gulped. "You know why, now let me up." I tried to get out of his arms but he just held me tighter and continued. "Tell me." He coaxed softly. I whimpered as his lips traveled to my neck and he started to nibble on the sensitive skin. I held back a moan and could feel my body starting to heat up as arousal washed over me. "Princess." He purred against my neck wanting an answer, and then went back to nibbling the skin. Fuck, what were we talking about again? _________________________ *READ TAGS*

He crashes his lips onto mine, kissing me hungrily and grabbing my face as if he were starved. 'You want revenge?' He mutters into the kiss. I nod as I grip onto his face, pulling him into me roughly, still kissing him like he was the only thing to exist. 'We'll get you your fucking revenge...' Milan's finally living the life she's always dreamed of with a fiancé and a wedding just around the corner. Nothing could ruin this for her. That was until she starts suspecting her very own fiancé of having an affair right under her nose. But this combined with a mysterious man that she happens to run into one night by chance, maybe her life wasn't going in the direction she hoped for.

[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21