"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦." ~ They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes. And beside him, his right hand: anonymous, lethal, and loyal only to him. Together, they are the reason the world stays afraid-and the reason it still survives. Luca Romano is the Don of the Italian Mafia, second only to the King in power, feared across continents. When he sets out to make a deal with the King, his interest turns quickly from business... to obsession. But the King's empire is layered in lies, and the right hand has secrets stitched into her skin. The deeper Luca digs, the more twisted the truth becomes-until desire turns into obsession, and trust becomes a game no one wins. It's not the King who keeps him up at night. It's her. The right hand with fire in her eyes and blood on her hands. But the King's mafia is hiding a secret behind the mask-one surrounded by a hundred others. And if Luca digs too deep, he might just uncover a truth the world isn't ready for. Love will flourish where it shouldn't. Loyalty will break. And not everyone will survive what's coming. Because some empires are built to burn and the deadliest crown... was never his to take. And the right hand? She was never his to touch. ~ "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞." ~ -Mature themes -No OWD -HEA -Strong FMC & Whipped MMC -Mystery/thriller/action/romance -BOYXGIRL ~ "I just finished reading 'King' and wow. It was so good, it made me laugh and cry and the character development was so good." -@endlesstorries "Omggg the end was amazing. You made me cry with your book but it was totally worth it. And the plot twists *chefs kiss*. -@

{ PRIEST X PARISHIONER. } ✞ "Shh... quiet, little slut" he hisses, starting to pump his fingers in and out of my tight, innocent hole. "This is your punishment for desiring a priest" "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have broken my vows, I have desecrated this holy place . I took her hymen with the cross around my neck and the worst part, Father... is that I want to do it again. I want to tie her up, I want to hear her beg for mercy, for more. --Father Amias" ___________.✞ ____✞__________ [ Lana Elure is a sweet and pure sunshine who shifted to a small town in Italy recently. She is twenty four years old and a successful author . Behind that sweet innocent face , Lana Elure is a masochist. In the new neighborhood there's a church and Lana decides to visits it. Little did she know she would meet the devil in the house of the God himself. ] [ Amias Vitiello , a thirty eight years old, the priest of the Adoratore di Dio church. He is known for his cold and mysterious personality. He is a worshipper of God and took an oath of Clerical celibacy. Behind that cold and strict facade , Father Amias has a dark secret unknown to everyone. ] [ WARNING - Spanking , praise kink , use of holy cross , holy water , tying , begging , use of words like whore and slut, , bleeding ] #forbidden romance #priestXparishioner #Age gap #Use of holy cross #bdsm #kinks #mature content #18+

"Ellis-" I squeak, heat radiating from my cheeks as he bends me over the back of his pristine couch. It's way too late at night, and I'm praying Beth doesn't wake up to find us here. Her best friend and her estranged father. "You wanna avoid me in my own house after weeks of begging to ride my cock and stay tied up in my bed? Fine." His lips fan slightly warm air across the back of my neck while his calloused hands firmly reclaim what I've been purposely withholding. My waist, my ass, pulling up my skirt. "Tell me how you'd like to be punished, Darling. Beg. If you're lucky, I won't ignore your request like you've ignored me." ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ Is your best friend asking you to move to Boston for the summer so she can reconnect with her estranged, ex-military sniper father? When you get there, is her father six-foot-five and deliciously aged? Is he all broad muscle and sweaty morning jogs? Does he make edits in the margins of your first draft manuscript... about BDSM? If you answered yes, you may be Darling Fields. ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ #1 in #lanadelrey 12/24/2025 #1 in #author 1/6/2025

You have been captured by Kevin and will have to do what he wants or face his punishments. Readers warning: This is pure fiction. Because it's about abduction there is no real consent, if you don't like that don't read it. And because I don't like to type "your name" the main character has no name and will be refert to as baby or other pet names. 18+ Contains: sex, smut, violence and foul language

https://www.amazon.com/Fetish-BWWM-Romance-L-Davis-ebook/dp/B07D6ZV2X3 Constance is a college senior and a bagger at her local grocery store, all of her days are the same. Same faces and same time, day in and out. She very emotionless, and no one knew much about her, not even her family. Constance is a bagger during her day, wearing her blue "Lucky Mart" uniform, but at night she's a demon in leather and latex. Whips are fun, and blindfolds are okay, but she wants to do dominate. Seth is a bad boy that lives on the edge and follows no one's rules. He doesn't fall in love, he doesn't respect women, and he doesn't bend to anyone. One night out with his friends, of drinking, drugs, and fun he stops at a nameless place. A building with no name, just a guard in the front and the smell of sweat and sex.

Eleanor had it all. She came from a powerful family, held money, a title. Now she has lost it to no fault of hers. It seemed she couldn't lose anything more, but she spoke too early. Her life now belonged to her new monarch. Lord Blackburn-Hanover. The man was the devil himself. Set on one goal and one goal only. To destroy her. An easy task when spoken, one that now seemed to prove difficult once put to action. With a new life thrust upon her with no warning, Eleanor must adapt to a new setting, new people, knowing her life barely hangs off a thread with the sinful man holding it. As a forbidden romance blooms, dangerous forces threaten to tear it down and not is all as it seems. And the Lord isn't either. HIGHEST RANKINGS #13 in jealousy out of 1.09k stories (5/20/2024) #16 in nonfiction out of 1.53k stories (6/29/2024) #15 heart-felt out of 4.48k stories (7/18/2024) #41 heartwarming 4.61k stories (7/16/2024) #30 animals out of 29.8k stories (7/18/2024) #88 in fiction out of 1.93k stories (5/26/2024) #7 in romancesreads2024 out of 63 stories (7/16/2024)

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

The Punisher: I'm a savage on the ice. Violence is my life - until I meet her. The fragile girl with a forced smile. I should let her go. But instead, I make her a deal: Obey me, and I'll join your team. When she breaks my rules, I punish her. When she submits, I praise her. But she's sinking under my skin, and it's ruining everything. She was supposed to be my plaything, just a sacrificial lamb. So why do I crave her surrender? I should have kept this a dark game. But now, I'm the one losing. The Praised: My body is my enemy. My mother made sure of that. I binge, I break, and I hide behind my shame. Until he finds me - the man on every sports channel. The hockey god with a wicked smirk and a promise: Submit, and he'll show mercy. But he doesn't play fair - he destroys. My boundaries. My pride. My defenses. And worst of all... my heart. I should hate his games. But when he praises me, I burn for more. So, is this love... or a game I'll never escape?

She had been sheltered her entire life. Locked away in her castle with guards looking after her every move. Suffocating in a life that wasn't hers. He was a free soul conquering the world. Reeking of everything her father had told her to stay away from. They met on a night that should have never happened. He told her to forgot him but she never did, instead she became addicted to him, her mystery man. After that her life was filled with chaos.