| 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

Book I of the Billionaire Series Jayla Miles always knew what she wanted in life. She also wasn't afraid to go get it either. Being a self-made billionaire by the age of 26, and one of the world's youngest female billionaires she always gets things done. Demetri Isaiah King was the chief editor of North Atlanta Magazine and Co. At first glance he's quiet and reserved, but after getting to know him he can be the life of the party. One believed in hard work. The other believed in fate. Both believed in love. Will they find it in each other?

Janessa Anderson, A 16 year old meets a biracial man online. The two hit it off very well, and the man who she knows is 20 starts to visit her in her hometown. She is so addicted and attracted to him and the way he makes her feels, seeing as though this is her first thing to ever evolve with a boy, much less than a man. Will the young woman be able to stay with the much older, college student or will she be forced to leave him alone because her strict parents?

[COMPLETED] Ava Spencer, a young woman struggling to find a job and pay off her student debt decides to become a babysitter to the daughter of single father and successful businessman Kaden Morello. Kaden has been single for five years and he can't help but start to develop strong feelings for his daughter's beautiful babysitter. He wants her and he's not going to let anything or anyone get in his way. #5 in Romance 6th Jan 2020 #4 in interracial 6th Jan 2020 #1 in bwwm 14th Jan 2020 #1 in mafia 15th Feb 2020 #3 in newadult 15th Feb 2020 #1 in mature 16th Feb 2020 #9 in love 13th Apr 2020

[COMPLETED] "I'm so lonely, Angel." I tell her from my seated position, looking up at her. "I just want to be loved, please." She strokes my cheek and smiles gently. "I'm here now." It's been three years since Camil has seen his family and the girl that he met at the hospital. He's gone down a dark path and there's only one person who can show him the light. One person that can make him whole again. His Angel. *SPIN OFF TO IN CONTROL* It's definitely advised that you read the first book otherwise you may be slightly confused.

[COMPLETED] "We both agreed, Apollo! We said no feelings, no attachments! You promised you wouldn't get attached." I look down at my lap in worry and shame. I have no idea what to say, I promised her, but like an idiot I broke that promise. "Say something!" My breath hitches and I look up at my beautiful girl through my lashes, my eyes brimming with tears because I know after tonight we won't be seeing each other again. I stand up from the edge of the bed and walk over to her, watching as her chest moves up and down harshly with each breath. My eyes trail over the love marks I left moments ago when we were happy to only get lost in each other's arms temporarily. She's mad at me. I never wanted her to be mad at me. "I'm sorry, baby," I whisper reaching forward to run my finger along her cheek catching the falling tear that flows down her soft skin. "You promised." She whispers. I know. "I promise I'm not attached, Blue." Too late. ••• Apollo and Blue have a few things in common. They're both lonely, they're both sad and they both attend the same university, a place where they stumble upon each other for the first time. So when the two decide to keep each other company by forming a causal relationship, the hard-headed Blue sets clear instructions for Apollo. Do not get attached. #2 Dark // 7 April 2022 #1 Interracial // 8 April 2022

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀: 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒. /Fug·gi·tì·va/ Adjective. -❁ Someone who tries to save themself or has recovered their freedom by fleeing. ════ ୨♡୧ ════ For five years, I was treated like nothing but a piece of meat, objectified, and treated like less of a human. I was held captive against my will in that damned room, unable to feel my lungs fill with actual air, completely desensitised. Places like that change you. You forget how to breathe, to think, or to live. You are no longer the owner of your mind and soul. Your body is no longer yours. The only thing you can do is endure the abuse, but now I'm free. Thanks to a man I barely know or trust. He wants me to help him, help him get even, he claims we are a team now, but he still has secrets, so many secrets. When I look at him, I know he's as troubled as me. If I knew any better, I'd stay away from him, but I can't. He's my saviour. Will I be his? ═══════════