[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

◤ "𝗨𝗺, 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲?" "𝙃𝙪𝙝?" "𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 (𝘆/𝗻) 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘁. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿... 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢." ◢ ↳ The one where you return to Tokyo six years after your ex, Kenma Kozume, knocks you up. ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x (ꜰᴇᴍ!) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Started: April 27th, 2021 Ended: December 22nd, 2021 **CURRENTLY REWRITING AS OF March 28th, 2023

'"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I yell, tears bubbling around my waterline. The masked man stops, his body freezes, his back to me and his hand hovering above the door. My feet are planted firmly on the ground, numb legs full of icy cold blood and stiff bones. I stand thirty feet from him, close enough for him to hear my shaking voice, close enough for him to feel my nerves, all the feelings flooding my body, but far enough as to keep a distance between us, a gap of time for me to run. The man turns, his emotionless mask facing me. That cold, taught face. I hate this, the fact he has that factor to his advantage. To him, I am Sofia. I'm a twenty year old who goes to university and lives in New York. I'm Italian and American, I have dark brown eyes and curly hair. He knows my voice and my face, my body, my style. He knows my friends, my address. He knows all there is to know about me from the surface level. And I? I know not a single thing about him. He has no name nor face. I can't see the shape of his body besides his height. He is no one, there is nothing I can say about him. He has the upper ground, he is winning.' Nineteen year old Sofia Bianchi's life long bodyguard retires from his position, meaning one thing for the girl- a replacement. The new pain in Sofia's ass takes its form in a tall, hot headed Russian- Nikolai, who has only one objective in mind: protect his boss' daughter. Feelings get lost within professionalism, and with the rapidly growing threat of an obsessive stalker hot on Sofia's tail, it's only a matter of time before something goes terribly wrong.