TW!!! Stalking! Obsession! Toxic! But all consensual! After Blade served 6 years for 2 charges, aggravated assault, and battery. Getting out at 25 for "good behavior" landed him at an old pub he used to go to. Spotting a sweet blonde, he's curious with who she's with and why she was... too nice for her own good. Even the innocent angels are slightly tainted. But this one is oblivious. This was the first encounter of many to come. How will this criminal slide in the heart of the innocent? Or will she become as tainted as he?

"Adriana Your mine you hear me my future wife, my future mother of my kids and mine to fuck" He fucked me hard and deep his Prince Albert piercing reaching places I never thought existed in my body Adriana Petrov shes 20 years old she comes from a toxic family and decides to move to Chicago with her best friend for a better life but because of that trauma she doesn't believe in having a family in having someone that actually loves you she doesn't believe in that Roman volkov he's 26 years old the typical cold stone person who promised himself 5 years ago to never get married or have a family but once he meets Adriana all he wants is make sure she has his kid and trap her his new obsession he never thought he would have Highest rankings: #7 stalker #19 mafia #6 Italian #8 mature themes

Getting teleported to another planet is not a problem for Raelynn at all. Being pampered by love and affection by her 4 sexy guardians is definitely not a problem at all. Raelynn's problem started when her 4 hunks of guardians started to treat her as a little girl instead of a 24 years old adult woman. Warning: This story is for a mature audience only. Read the tags before you proceed. This is a ddlg story. Copyright myrawrites123 All rights reserved

💜🖤 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝💜🖤 𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲? 💜𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠🖤 - 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - 𝐍𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧 - 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 🥇 #stalking 5/28/2023 🥇#sexscenes 4//7/2023 🥇 #Obsession 4/4/2023 🥇 #Praise- 2/18/2023 🥇 #triggerwarning- 3/9/2023 🥇 #Stalker- 4/17/2023 🥇 #Breeding- 3/24/2023

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling as tears prick the corners of my eyes. "Please don't hurt me." The words barely escape my throat, fragile and desperate. He studies me for a moment, tilting his head slightly, almost as if he's amused by my plea. Then he scoffs, the sound sharp and mocking. "Why would I want to do that?" he murmurs, his voice smooth but carrying a dark undertone that chills me. He takes a step forward, and instinctively, I step back. "I've just found you..." He pauses, his gaze dragging over my face like a predator sizing up its prey. "And now you're mine." Aurora Evans leads a life of simplicity. Eat, work, sleep-her unchanging regimen is her sanctuary, and she has no intention of altering it. But what unfolds when a shadowy figure, lurking beyond her windows, takes an insidious interest in her? One glance at her in a café ensnares him, rendering him captivated, his singular ambition becoming clear: to claim her as his own. Aurora's attempts to escape his shadowy games are futile, especially in the cloak of night when he emerges, weaving his spell under the cover of darkness. He teases, entices, and pushes her perilously close to her breaking point. Her resolve is to distance herself as much as possible. Yet, fate has a cruel sense of irony. When she is abruptly dismissed from her previous job, she unwittingly lands a position working for him-as his assistant-entangling her in a web she can no longer evade. *A STALKER ROMANCE* #1 in "assistant" 12/23/24 #1 in "criminal" 3/8/25

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.

I was so engrossed in the book that I don't even realise that someone entered in my bathroom and reading with me . " I can also do that scene even much better than that guy. And you shouldn't read this written porn , you could have just told me and I will recreate this fantasy of yours happily " That person said. And I got startled . When I turn back and saw who's that man , I got shocked, more than shocked. That person is none other than ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE . He was leaning on the wall while his hands were in his trousers pocket. And his eyes were on my flushed face and his lips had smirk . "Come out of the tub" He ordered me and I just followed his orders. I come out of the tub. And stand infront of him , naked . His eyes are stuck only on my face , he didn't even move his eyes. "Sit on the counter and open your legs for me JAAN" he ordered me . Like his puppet I followed his orders, make myself comfortable on the basin counter and parted my legs for him. "Can I look at your pussy , who is asking for my attention" He asked . WHATT! He is asking for my permission. This made me feel butterflies in my stomach and made me more wet than before. I just nodded my head. His eyes move down from my face to my tits to my attention seeker pussy . Only his stares made me more wet . "Rub yourself" he ordered. And I followed his orders I started to move my hand to my clit started to rub myself as he said . I felt sudden rush of pleasure. I threw my head backward. Closed my eyes out of pleasure. My other hand move towards my boobs and started to play with my own tits . "Stop" he ordered but I didn't followed his order this time . I didn't stop touching myself. I kept on rubbing myself . But suddenly........... To know more start reading the story about AKSHITA and ABHIMAAN 😉

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.