After a sexy and exhilarating night with a new slave to his dungeon, the master Sadist Sykes is dead set on courting the young man who'd enchanted him. But the young man has some secrets... and Sykes may just be the one asking for mercy when it's all over with. !! Old--needs serious editing !! #110 in LGBT #304 in bxb #234 in manxboy Copyright © 2017 by Prince Anonymous (Alexander) All rights reserved.

After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

Imagine Harry Potter had a younger sister that he never knew about. The characters are not mine and I don't follow the story exactly. This is, I guess you could call it, a re-imagining. Cover by kenval214

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

Ashton Miller was the richest, most powerful and sexiest man alive. Being a multimillionaire, he had everything he could have ever wanted; girls, cars, and so much money he didn't know what to do with. As the biggest playboy in New York, Ashton jumps from girl to girl breaking their hearts as he went along. He didn't care about anything other than his company and himself. Layla Kingston. Layla was NOT rich, actually Layla was basically broke. She worked as a waitress. She didn't have guys all over her, in fact she's only had one boyfriend and that didn't turn out well. Layla didn't have it all, in fact she's had a very hard life, and just when she thinks her life is finally starting to turn over it turns out way different than she thought. A story about two wounded polar opposites crossing paths. ****************************************************************************************************** Warning! There is some swearing and 1-2 dirty scenes so if you don't like that or are too young I'm not responsible :) Thank you @babedirectionerxx for helping me edit!! Highest Rank: # 1

He practically dragged me through this long dark hallway and every time a tear slipped down my cheek I quickly wiped it away. I caught a few glimpses of other girls locked in cages and blood smeared here and there on the walls. What the hell was this place? "V-Vincenzo?" I whispered as we continued to walk down the hallway. "What." He said dryly. "W-Where are y-you taking me?" I said which caused him to stop dead in his tracks and he looked down at me. "Oh bambina, you've got a lot to learn." He said as he rubbed his thumbs my cheeks and before I knew it there was another cloth over my mouth and my eyes shut. The last thing I can remember is slowly falling into his arms. ****************** ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

Isabella's life has been far from pleasant. After being forcefully married to a cold and harsh mafia boss, her life spiralled out of control. After slipping into a coma due to a horrific head trauma Isabella wakes up suffering from amnesia. She doesn't remember anything that happened to her recently and doesn't remember James, her husband. Isabella can only remember a recollection of certain memories most of which were positive and happy ones. But Isabella cannot remember the dark and treacherous events that caused her pain and suffering. Can James help Isabella to regain her memories, even the ones that caused her nightmares. Will Isabella ever remember the memories revealing the monsters that stand close to her. Will she ever get her memory back after all the trauma she endured. Will she have her happily ever after.

After the system crumbled many years ago and the world went to hell, new rules took place. Kill or be killed - if you don't learn that, the new world will swallow you and spit you back out. There is no place for weakling among gang lands. Keira fit into the system too well. She fought and killed under the name of Champion. She played the cruel game and won. One year after another she was forced to compete until she ran.... However, running doesn't always mean escaping the chase. ~~.~~ "Starting tomorrow, you'll be my mouse, and I'll be the cat. You'll be given a five hour head start and a month to escape from my territory. If you can survive and escape from my game of Cat and Mouse, then I will let you be free, and you won't be chased by anyone, not even me. However, if I catch you..." His hand came back up and pushed through her shirt again. His fingers gripped against her bare chest as he pushed his head closer to her neck. His lips skimmed past her skin, his hot breath resting on her nape. "Then you'll be mine for that night, and you will have to do anything I say. Then, once the sun rises on the next day, you're able to try again. And if you aren't able to escape in thirty one days, then you will be mine for the rest of your life, forced to stay here and abandon the idea of freedom." The man lifted his upper half from her body. A moment passed until a metallic circle pressed against her head, the cool metal kissing her skin as the loud cocking noise of a gun echoed throughout the room. "And if you refuse my deal, then you can just accept death and die right here, right now. What is your answer, Keira?"

*COMPLETED* Catherine Cavenon is as broke as it gets. Working long hours at a night club earns her just enough to last a week. Unable to pay rent or feed herself, she has turned to upmost desperate way to gain income - pickpocket. Her life goes by a certain routine until she is almost ran over by Layton Grim. He is everything she is not. Rich, successful, cruel and heartless. What will happen when she makes the dreadful mistake of stealing his wallet? And more importantly, what will the dangerous sin do, when he'll meet his match? ---- She found herself backing away until her back came in contact with a wall. Even then he didn't stop, closing the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of her. His palms slammed against the wall beside her head, his arms locked into place. He had successfully trapped her, preventing her from leaving. They were inches apart, staring into each other's eyes. Catherine felt her heartbeat speeding up as she stared up at him, having no other choice. "You'll work for me, otherwise I'll send you to jail for larceny. It's your choice. Take my offer or...don't..." She felt her breath hitch. "You don't play fair..." "I never do." He smirked haughty. "Welcome to your new workplace, Spitfire."