"Clyde." I breathe staring at the tall dark haired boy. "Love." He responds making my heart flutter the way it always does. His tatted hands holds the sides of my waist. My skin heats missing his touch. His lips kiss mine, he bends down and pushes his tongue for dominance. He swallows my moan as my hands find themselves into his thick hair. His hands grip my ass. "Don't ever piss me off again." He groans against my neck before lashing his mouth around my sweet spot. I almost trip walking backwards into my dorm. Glad Daliyah isn't here. His arm wraps around my waist keeping me steady. He wraps his hand around my throat tightly. Maybe I shouldn't have said all those words. It made him jealous but he always irritates me. I just want him to feel how I do. "I'm going to fuck you like I don't love you princess." The words do something to me. I feel my legs weak as he kisses down my neck before pushing my top down and taking my breasts into his wet warm mouth. I close my eyes moaning as he bites and licks on my nipples softly. "Did I tell you to make noise?" He asks and I shake my head no shutting up. He lets go of my throat and uses his one hand to unbuckle his belt. "Just use your safe word okay?" "Your not getting out this room this week." He kisses my forehead. My entire life flashing before my eyes as he pushes me onto the bed. Bending me over so my ass is in the air for him. My hands gripping the sheets as he make me count every leather slap hitting my skin. A transfer comes in the middle of the first semester ends up flipping her school experience around. A love story based off passion and lust. Yet only to turn into happiness and love. Will she be able to forgive his past to be with him in the future? Will he take the chance to change and pick her through thick and thin?

When Ava gets offered a job as a maid at the Chastain estate it almost seems to be too good to be true. The work is easy and fair, her coworkers seem nice enough, and the best part? The owner doesn't even seem to live there. That is, until he returns. 11/30/21 ranked #1 in 'millionaire'

All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

"If you misbehave in public once, I'll spank you lightly. But do it again and I'll take you to the bathroom, understand?" ---- We started out as friends who liked each other, but when it came to dating... Things got intimate. We both liked being called one word specifically: I liked being called Baby Girl, and he liked being called Daddy. Kinky? Yes, I know. But it just seemed to work out for us. But we had one problem. Baby Girl didn't always wanna listen to Daddy... -------------------------------------------------- This story contains Mature Content. All Rights Reserved. In order to read some of the chapters, you might have to follow me. I'm not sure how Wattpad works when it comes to mature content.

Of all things Ava had expected to go wrong on her second day in a new city, igniting an old spark was not one of them. Her intentions had been pretty clear, stay as far away from him as possible, because they didn't mix. They were too opposite. Elias and her were like day and night. Both needed each other, yet could not stay together. He was a ticking bomb and she was the timer. They only created chaos. But a chaos like them is good sometimes. Dusk Cover: happypappyme ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2021 happypappyme

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

"Now why don't you be a good girl for daddy and open that pretty little mouth of yours, my darling," he demanded, with my lips coming in contact with his thumb. A blush creeping onto my cheeks as I began to suck, looking up into his eyes. He gritted his jaw, his smoldering stare not leaving my gaze once, as he advised, "that's it." • Stephen James, the notorious player, known to not care about anyone except himself, but that changes when he meets half his age, Janie Adair, the good girl with daddy issues. Everything becomes complicated when he becomes more intrigued with Janie than he wanted. But what happens when he doesn't get what he wants? Warning • Sexual Content, Mature Themes, and Triggering Subjects.

I was slightly drunk and horny, and I was frustrated. Mainly because I haven't had sex with someone in over a year. So I decided to slide into someone's DM's for fun. Only it wasn't fun, it was hot, sexy, and dirty. I didn't imagine this guy would be so good at dirty talking, he had an effect on me through the phone and I could only imagine what he'd do on person. I was having fun texting him one afternoon at work and when my boss called me to his office. I tried to look like I wasn't completely turned on. Until I noticed the massive bulge on his pants and our whole conversation on his phone screen. No, it can't be. I haven't been sexting my boss all this time. My sex on legs boss has a dirty mouth and huge dick. Oh, fuck me. Literally.