"All he wanted to do was love you," She sneered. "Why couldn't you let him love you?" - Knight in shining armor wants to save his damsel in distress. To busy climbing the tower he makes a complete mess. tw: story deals with suicide and depression. 18+

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

''P-please l...le..let me go'' ''Never'' with that he smashed me deep into him.I tried to pull away only for his grip to tighten around my body.He then hid his face to the crock of my neck and inhaled deeply causing me to shiver. ''You are fucking MINE. I am never letting you go" he whispered in a husky voice as he growled in my neck. Obsessive, possessive, controlling and domineering; these were the few adjectives that described the ruthless billionaire Xavier Knight. He was the leader to the most powerful group of criminals in the world. His name was feared all over the world.He was simply a heartless monster. Arabella Andrews was sweet, beautiful, innocent, naive, cute, quiet, shy, submissive and clueless. But then they cross each others path unknowingly and he had no intentions of letting her go.Not now. Not Ever.

|| UNDER CONSTRUCTION 2023 || He gripped my cheeks forcefully opening my mouth as I panted, "Excuse you?" My cheeks burned at his warm touch, and I gulped. "I-I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again." I choked out. He bent down to my level, and whispered into my ear, "You are mine, and only mine." I nodded, "Yes, sir. I am yours." His sexy smirk tugged at his lips, "Good girl."

,,Do your worst"I said as I breathed heavily.His devilish smirk appeared on his beautiful face and he said,,Oh I will!"

"You just don't understand what you do to me. I can't control myself." He kisses me harshly after I say that. His tongue pushes my lips and I try so hard to not let him in. He bits my lip making me gasp. Taking his chance, he gains access. His tongue dances around with mine as he pushes me until my back is pressed on the cabinets behind me. He pulls away leaving me breathless and cold. I pull him back making his warmth travel through my body. He smirks looking down at me before speaking. "And you have no idea how bad I just want to take you and bend you over this counter."

18+ mature content *CONTAINS VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, AND VERY SEXUAL SCENES --------------- "Babydoll" he breathed out, his hands reached up to caress my cheeks. My traitorous body instantly leaned into his touch, loving it. His touch was like a switch for my body to feel relaxed and at home. Hunter slid his hands from my cheeks to wrap his arms tightly around my waist. He nuzzled his face in my neck, breathing in my scent. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing my head over his beating heart. Fucking hell his voice and everything about him melted down all my defenses against him, I felt so weak around him, like a damsel in distress and he was my saviour. ----- It's been four years since they last looked into each other's eyes. But they aren't the same innocent kids that they were back then. On the verge of being adults, they both have new secrets and desires that they have yet to share with each other. ----- Enjoy!

𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝙗𝙚𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 ༒ 𝒜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ༒

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

Phoenix watched her closely, his eyes darting down to her tongue that poked out briefly to wet her lips. He was being unwaveringly blunt, but that was just him. He wanted this girl; he knew that now. He was over being cautious and considerate- he didn't care about that shit anymore. Soft, beautiful, and sweet, Penelope was everything he wasn't-everything he shouldn't have; it was ironic, but it was also all the more reason why he craved her. • Book 2 in Dominant Series