"Did you enjoy having his lips on your skin?" he whispers seductively with his lips brushing up against my earlobe. He traces a finger from the valley of my breasts down to my belly button causing goosebumps to appear on my skin and a shiver to run down my spine. "I love how you react to my touch. So responsive." He looks me dead in the eye while keeping his finger lingering on my skin. "I bet he can't make you feel as good as I can." I finally regain some of my composure and gently caress one of my fingers along his jaw, feeling his rough stubble on my fingertips. "You wouldn't be able to handle me, amore." *************************** Raina Emerson is the CEO of Emerson Enterprises, a company she built from the ground up, and one of the richest people in America. She made her way up to the top, fighting her inner demons and doesn't take shit from anyone, especially men. When she walks into a room, the men drop to their knees before her. Theo Ferrante is the Don of the Italian Mafia and everyone's worst nightmare. King of his empire and the richest man in the world. There's nothing he wouldn't do for power. Will their insatiable hunger for power and money cause their empires to crumble to the ground or become stronger than ever? *************** MATURE CONTENT: 18+ - Mature Language - Violence - Drug Abuse - Sexual Content - Mental Health - Suicide & Sexual Assault

❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Starting her second year of college as a literature major student, Nevaeh Violet was all alone, no friends or family to support her. Having gotten a scholarship to study, she's never been more grateful. Bouncing from foster home to the other, Violet never fit in, she's too shy and nice for her own good. Being all alone, she never got to experience love and care. Being called a freak because of her unique colored eyes, Violet suffers from anxiety and PTSD from past events making Violet struggle to make friends. *** Five mafia kings, all searching for their queen. 'The Rulers' as people call them, have all been searching for their one. They aren't related by blood, but they treat each other as such. They aren't brothers by blood, but by choice. They've known each other since diapers, they've killed and got hurt for each other. They're the most dangerous mafias to ever exist for their brutal ways and ruthless looks. They share everything, ever since they were young, as teenagers they all made a pact that they'll share the one once they find her. But after coming empty handed after searching for years, they decide to act as professors and see if they find the one. What happens when they meet innocent and broken Violet? Will they be able to fix her broken heart or will it be too late? Violet is an orphan, or is she? Read to find out!!! Book covers and aesthetics by _navy_bluee_ *** # 1 anxiety attacks # 1 polyamory # 1 reverse harem # 1 kings # 1 daddies # 1 care # 1 18plus

ON HOLD- this story will contain more mature content than my other books. The beasts of the woods were cruel. These large and dangerous monsters craved human's blood. Human flesh. The prince of all the beasts: Everest Dorian has a soft spot for someone forbidden. A human girl. ~~ Everest didn't like to be touched- in fact he never was. But when looking down at the human girl he once thought he lost forever, maybe her touch wouldn't be a bad thing. The compelling human girl, with tangly black hair the color of charcoal and eyes as green as clovers, She was once unaware she was living in a world of cold-blooded beasts. That was until the worst of all the other monsters in the woods had found her. Now all he had to do was never let her get hurt again. ~~ I felt a rush of pleasure lower itself in my stomach. Leaving me trembling it felt so nice. I opened my mouth to tell her to keep to touching my wing- that the feeling was so nice I could burst. But all that came out instead was a soft moan against her ear. She doesn't know what she's doing. "Fuck, didn't your father teach you to never touch a beast's wings?" I say my voice coming out in a rasp. I closed my eyes tightly. Don't look at her and restrain yourself.

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

"Cum baby". He growled in my pussy and I shattered as he drank up all my juices. "Alpha please stop." I started begging. "I - I can't go again." " You should have thought of that before I caught you pleasuring yourself after my punishment." He spoke rubbing my clit in small soothing circles. "I am sorry I.....I promise I won't do it again." I said with tears rolling down the sides of my cheeks and closing my legs to make him stop. "Open them Athena." "Please, I am tired." I begged again but I didn't open my legs. He placed both his hands on my knees and pulled my legs apart showing him my swollen, glistening cunt. "Look at how pretty your pussy is baby. Who would not want this." He said as he wiped his finger along my entrance picking up more juices. "But they can't have it cause its mine." He slapped my pussy making me moan. "So your are going to cum as many times I want you to. Got it." The question was more of a instruction than a question. I hesitated before answering "Yes Alpha." No time wasting his lips latched on to my clit again. Making me scream for mercy!

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

Another guy grab me by the waist gently and started kissing me on the lips, I followed his lead and it led to some sloppy kisses. Another guy stands on my right, placed kisses on my shoulders while giving massages on my right breast, another man does the same to my left side. Its all tingling me, the kisses on my neck I believe it left some marks too, the massages on my breasts, the kisses on my lips, just when I thought I was given enough touch, a sound of vibrator turned on was heard. Soon enough I feel the vibration on my clit, so this is what I felt earlier, it was a vibrator panties. I abruptly stopped the kissing, surprised by the strong vibrations, "Oh.." May contains elements of BDSM, sexual violence, rape, abuse, and other kinds of distressful events. Please read at your own risk Expect some (a lot) of smut • also it's a reverse harem story • N #1 - mxfxm (Aug 2022) #12 - submissive (Aug 2022) #74 - romance (Aug 2022)

"This is what happens when you try to take away what is ours," he whispered into my ear, causing me to shiver. "We'll strip you down, tie you up, and never let you go. You're our perfect little slave, aren't you?" ~ One gift. One threat. One stalker. And she lost everything. Emma had everything she could've wanted; A membership at the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, the sweetest best friend she could've ever asked for, and three devilishly handsome men with a talent for making all her desires come true-until he arrived. Hidden in the dark, in crowds, behind gifts and screens, he follows her, tracks her, watch her. Wanting her. Emma knew danger was stalking her, trying to take her away from everyone, but most of all from them. The first gift came with a warning, how many would she get before the warning became a threat? And a threat became a promise? Could she ignore the warning, or did she have to give away what her heart treasured the most? Or were the men she needed to run from the ones she should be running towards? ~ "You look perfect like this. All naked. All bound. All ours," one of them growled; the finality of his statement felt like a branding on my bare skin. I wanted the branding to sting, to burn-to forever keep me at my masters' side, like an invisible mark linking my life with their life. My soul with their soul. But I knew, nothing would ever be final as long as he was still there, lurking. Waiting. Wanting. This book contains steamy, erotic scenes, age-gap romance with multiple men, and filthy language. Two chapters will be posted 31. December at 12 PM (GMT), then one chapter every other day.