❝𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀❞ In which an eighteen years old finds out that her new english teacher was the same man who gave her a mind blowing night during one of her trips -------------------------------- "you like it when i pound inside you?! when i wrap my cock around your mouth? when i have to bend my morals to be inside this tight little pussy? huh? tell me what you want Adalyn!" he growled, tightening the grip around my neck with his other hand bunching up my hair pulling it hardly. "you. i want you" MATURE CONTENT!

"𝐁𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠."

"You don't deserve this", he breathed. His hand glided against my cheek as I slowly lean into it. "What do you mean?" "Nothing. Never mind", he brushes it away. I don't think too much of it, so instead I mumble against his hand. But what I didn't know is what he said was true. I didn't know that I really never deserved any of this. Because the person I trusted the most has been slowly breaking me. Lying to me. But not just a simple lie. It was a lie that could ruin me. Kill me and shatter my heart into a dozen little pieces. And this lie can even kill the life of another. He slowly ripped me piece by piece with a weapon that was made to end me. A dagger shoved so deeply into his pocket that even I couldn't see all along what it was he was planning. ---------------- His father sends him on a mission to kill the teenage daughter of the man who killed his mother. That is until, he finds himself wrapped around her finger and in a trance of love. Will he complete his mission or leave the past behind him? ❥ ❥ This story does include DETAILED SMUT

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬" "The bartender and the Mafia Underboss" How long can it take before the line between sex and love is blurred? NEEDS EDITING! Cover made by @ladameid <33

A powerful and young witch finally escapes the grasp of her captor with the help of a sexy alpha - He places a lingering kiss on my red and sore lips, "Since you have been such a good girl I will reward you," he tells me then his gray eyes change to bright gold, "Now on your hands and knees angel" he commands me. I comply with his wish, "Yes alpha"

❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +