"Get on your fucking knees and suck me off like a good little slut." [VERY INTENSE SMUT] All warnings in the disclaimer. Cover made by @/wwmalfoy 9.18.20 - now

"Did you seriously just kidnap Potters sister?" Theodore Nott asked Draco Malfoy. He had his arm firmly around Ariella Potter, a gun pointed to her head with his other hand. Harry was going to pay for what he did- it didn't matter what lengths he had to go to. "Yes," Draco pushed the gun further into her head, a small whimper escaping her lips. "Potters going to pay."

❝𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❝𝐢 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧.❞ ❝𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ ❝𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.❞ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: -𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 -𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 -𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 -𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 -𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 -𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 -𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 -𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒.

''Kill me, Elijah. Do it!'' I scream, tears flooding down my cheeks as I get ready for what's next. He gazes at me, and for the first time, I realize, there's tears welling up in his eyes, too; like he's in utter pain. His gun is aimed at my forehead, and the tears continue to fall down like a river. "No, are you crazy?"His voice is razor-edged. But he holds himself in a fine, defined way. Almost deadly. But his eyes are icy clear with hidden intents. "I fucking hate you, kill me now, I don't ever wanna see you again!'' I seethe through gritted teeth; at the top of my lungs. I realize he won't be able to pull the trigger if I don't say anything. But I'm mistaken, his smoldered face with resentment leaves and he plasters an anguished face on. No...I'm sorry I didn't mean that. If only I could tell him that. ''I can't kill you, Eleodore, please stop. Don't say things you don't mean," he says in a whisper, with his husky yet gentle voice. ''Why not?'' I demand, not understanding his sudden move of resistance, his gaze watching me up and down while he surrenders and withdraws his gun. He takes a step closer and I can feel his hot breath fanning down my face. I almost flinch, but as I close my eyes, I feel his soft lips plant on my forehead. And then he finally utters a single syllable. ''Because I love you.''

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.