Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

"Strip." Roman ordered, his eyes not leaving hers. "W-what?" Mia shuttered, her voice falling to a whisper. She was frozen to her feets, her hands trembling by her sides. "Strip." He repeated, his voice laced with control, something he loved to have. Mia blinked, shocked by his words. He was her step-dad but he controlled her more than anyone could. Her fingers trembled as she found the buttons of her shirt. She was losing herself to him, his presence suffocating but in a good way. While others made her feel unwanted, he made her feel. She stripped her clothing naked, her underwear being the only protector of her bear, exposed skin. Roman's eyes dilated in desire as he felt his d♪ck move. How badly he wanted to f•ck that tight little puxxy of hers. How badly he wanted to bend her over on the bed and pound into her, until her voice rings through the room more than emory could. And maybe, just maybe he would tonight. "Those too." He added, his eyes not leaving his. "But-" "Take them off Mia." He said, his voice sounding like an order. She flinched before she hurriedly unstripped her bra, letting the material fall while she bent over to take them off. After she did his orders, she stood completely n•ked Infront of him. She didn't know what to do but stood there. It felt like she was waiting for an order from him. And finally after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Crawl to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (¬◡¬)✧ 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 : • Enemies to lovers • Slow burn • Dark past • Forbidden • Secret identity • Hate • Love • Dark romance • Taboo love • Step-dad and Step-daughter • Spicy • "𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ☠️" • Only one or two rape scene also!

Danielle was in a coma for seven years, and Leo was the love of her life. When she finally wakes up, she finds out that he's married to another woman and he has a daughter.

"Strip," Dante ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Nora stood frozen in horror, disbelief washing over her. He leaned closer, eyes darkening. "And if you don't, I'll do it myself," his tone unwavering. She knew he meant it, her heart racing, unable to utter a word as the dangerous man before her mistook her for someone else entirely. When innocent Nora takes the fall for her cruel sister, Aria, to save their father, she becomes trapped in the dangerous world of mafia leader Dante, who believes she is Aria. As Dante prepares to make her life a living hell, will Nora find a way to survive the torment meant for someone else? Content Warning: This story contains mature themes that may not be suitable for readers under 18. (NOT BDSM) #1 - Angst #1 - Redemption

He's a big man with a dark desire, and he's way older than her. The little naive girl who can't help but do as he says. She shouldn't, but she enjoys the way his hand moves up against her thigh. Warning! age gap of 11 years It's a dirty, dark, and short story - enjoy

She was 25, married, and aching for more than what her husband could ever give. He was 55, forbidden, and everything she was told to stay away from. Tara's marriage was picture-perfect on the outside. But behind closed doors, she craved something darker, deeper... rougher. Something her husband would never dare give. Then came Harshvardhan, her father-in-law's best friend. Twice her age. Married. Dominant. Dangerous. And utterly intoxicating. What started as stolen glances and inappropriate thoughts spiraled into secret touches, whispered filth, and nights that left her trembling. He knew he shouldn't want her. She knew it was wrong. But pain had never felt so good. And pleasure had never tasted so forbidden. This is a story of lust, obsession, and betrayal. #1 extramarital #1 daughter-in-law #1 indianerotica #1 indiansmut #1 illicit #1 adult fiction #1 adult themes -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

The stage used to be a place that felt like home. It's where I thought I would always belong. But that was then. Before my confidence was stripped so publicly away from me. After singing on a chart-topping dance track and appearing in its video, I had stupidly laid myself bare to the cruel and judgemental world. People didn't hear my voice, they only saw my weight. I was big, but my voice was so much bigger. Trolled. Trashed. Ridiculed. I vowed never again to do that to myself. Never, would I stand on a stage. Never, would I sing in public. Years later, I lost some weight...but never really found my confidence. So when Doug DiCarto contacts me about the possibility of working with him, I am floored. He is a big name British DJ and dance music producer. He is admired. He is cool. A genius on the decks. He has a reputation for banging out the coolest of tunes almost as often as he bangs his women. Which is why I think I will have to say no. I just have to, right? Doug DiCarto and his high-profile world, could put me right back to that lonely, cruel and public place that I was four years ago. I can't do that to myself. As flattered as I am, I just don't think I can put myself through that all over again. My singing voice is mine. Never will it be the worlds. Never will it be his. aTRACKion Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2018 K B Mallion

As a young girl she was only happy. Not a care in the world or insecurity to worry about. She was a bigger girl and was teased when she reached 3rd grade. She cried her tears to her mom, but as she got older she cried them to herself. Alone in the dark as a tear rolls off her nose, she drops her head and lets out a big scream into her pillow. Not to let her parents hear, this is beginning to become her normal routine. Her tears dry and she lays on her back looking up at the ceiling, her body is cold and life less. Suicide has become an appealing option to her. But instead she pushes those thoughts back and rolls over on her side and drifts off to sleep, alone and empty inside, she was now beautifully curvy but her insecurities never let her see that. Until the new bad boy comes into play and changes everything

Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly he loved her. He loved Breanna to pieces, she was his bumblebee. His daughter, his light in the dark gloomy world. When Breanna was five the man who raised her and the man she called father died. Leaving her in the dreadful hands of her 'mother' and her new boyfriend Mike. Breanna is now 15 and has gone through a living nightmare and has learnt lessons what no person should ever have to go learnt. Breanna is a smart, brave, extremely Whitty and an overly sarcastic young girl. She never lets anyone in she likes to keep her distance from people. Breanna had to grow up to fast and quickly learn to fend for herself. Her drug addict abusive caregivers one day get caught in a drug scandal. Putting Breanna in an odd scheme of events. she finds out she has a family and that she has to live with them. the family that threw her away... the family that tried to get rid of her when she was only a day old. How will she cope? Secrets unravel and truth forms... Love emerges and heartbreak continues... Hope is already lost and memories spiral... love and bonds grow and a strong powerful family has arisen...

Maybe I loved him when I saw him, or when he hugged me after my mothers death. Or maybe I was slowly falling into his arms unknowingly, growing to like him more than I should. I didn't know exactly but I knew I wanted my step-father. Lines got crossed, right and wrong blurred. It's so wrong, but it felt so good. All Rights Reserved ©solxr28 ©asj_28 August 2020