I was grabbed by the arm and pinned against the wall, I gasped in shock as I looked up to see the dude from earlier, "what the h-" I was cut off when he placed his finger over my lips and shushed me, "Mine" he growled. yes growled, I mean who growls. Before I could respond, he smashed his lips on to mine and ravished them. Instantly a strange spark ignited inside me, tingles erupted on my lips. I suddenly felt this uncontrollable pull towards him, like he's meant for me. Why do I feel like this? I felt his hands grab my hips and pinned me harder against the wall with his body. Before I knew it I was kissing him back. His hair was wrapped around my fingers as I pulled his lips closer to me. One of his hands stayed on my hip as his other hand, slid down to my thigh, his thumb, rubbing circles in a spot, sending shivers up and down my leg. His tongue swept into my mouth, exploring the interior. My eyes widened when I felt something very prominent against my stomach. I pushed him away and I began to panic. Suddenly, the sound of my smack against his cheek filled the empty hallway.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

My eyes narrowed down at her. God I hate Vampire's. Their perfection, their beauty, their lust for weak minds and strong bodies. I hate how they look and act, all innocent and pure until they desire the life source of all living things. Then they turn into the beasts humans describe all creatures to be, they become the same monsters as the rest of us. ....... Luna doesn't mistreat me like any other Wolf has. She doesn't kick me around and make fun of my fangs or need for blood. She doesn't make me do vulgar things then call me a slut and slap me around when I deny her accusations of me 'liking it'. She's not like every other Wolf out there. She's worse.

Blackout is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access the the Original Edition for free and the Books Edition upon purchase. Allie doesn't believe the car crash that caused her amnesia was an accident. She knows the truth is hidden in her past, but maybe some secrets are best left forgotten. ***** When Allie Castillo wakes up after a terrible car crash with a severe case of amnesia, she wonders if there's more to the accident than meets the eye. Returning to a life she can't remember, she starts uncovering who she was before the crash, and the answers aren't comforting. Chased by nightmares that feel more like memories, and urged by a mysterious classmate eager to help her remember, Allie finds herself on a dangerous path once more. Escaping the past isn't going to be easy, especially when her survival now depends on remembering who she used to be. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]]

At 19, life has given Aislinn Nox many things, most of them she never wanted. Like dead parents at the age of six. Scars. A slaughtered pack. Nightmares. To be forced to live with humans. Thirteen years of hell. A new name. An old legacy. All of them are hers, all of them have broken her, but none of that will matter when she finally gets the one thing she desires: revenge. For five years she has been planning her revenge for the brutal murder of her parents, and the vicious slaughter of her entire pack. And for five years, it has been all that she has lived for. And nowhere, in those neat little plans did she included a pack, friends, a mate she could never deserve, or remembering everything and everyone she lost. But life is cruel. And rarely do we get what we want. . . Kaiden Salvatori is the first born son of Alpha Sergio Salvatori, who thought he had life all figured out. He was easily learning the ropes of the family business, taking over his roles both in the pack as Alpha, as well in the corporate world as a powerful CEO. It was all simple and predictable, boring even. But that all changes in a single night when he happens to stumble across a she-wolf being hunted on his territory, discovering that not only is she a rogue herself but that she also happens to be his mate. . . In that one fateful encounter everything changes. Lies will be uncovered. Truths revealed. Enemies exposed. When secrets and betrayals come, both Kaiden and Aislinn will be forced to choose; what are they willing to give up, and what they are prepared to fight for. Fate has destined them for each other, but sometimes even that just isn't enough. ©The Lost One (2015)

❝Let me treat you like a slut and I'll make you feel like a princess,❞ When love is not madness, it is not love -- as Genevieve found herself left with only three things she was absolutely positive. First, she was pining after a man at an age of ability to be her father. Second, the situation she had gotten herself into was far from nefarious. Third, she was unconditionally and irrevocably taken by him -- she loved him. THIS BOOK CONTAINS AND DEPICTS STRONG, SEXUAL CONTENT. VIEWER DISCRETION AND MATURE AUDIENCES IS ADVISED. (Number 1 in # FreeTheKinks)

"Tell me what you want, my little slave." Mercy laid me down, arms pinning me to the bed I tried so damn hard to melt into. I moaned, "Please.. don't make me beg master." He chuckled, raising my hands and whispering, "Keep what's mine right there." He let go, and I kept my arms raised over my stripped body as he said. "Shall I start here," he kissed my stomach, "Or here," my thigh, lower, he was going lower, "Perhaps, here.." --- Victoria cant remember her age or her life or even how she died. What she does know is long ago she sold her soul to a eternal life of submission, all for one man to bow to her in her mortal life. Now she's dead, with nobody with her but the man she sold her soul to. She gave him a name long ago, she calls him Mercy. Mercy can read her as he once did when she was alive, and for the first time in his immortal life he's dedicated to control everything about her. Even if it means locking her away and keeping his slave for himself. //TW torture, sex, profanity

[Unstable Minds #1] "Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn't, would he? "Speak!" He yells in my face causing me to flinch back, a sob crawling up my throat as more tears fall from my eyes. I nod my head frantically. "Y-yes!" He lifts his hand up, I couldn't help but flinch back when the pad of his thumb came down on my cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "Don't cry baby, we're going to spend some time together. Just you and I." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ ⠀⠀⠀ Ezio Shaw; a 30-year-old college professor. His friends took him out to celebrate his new position as a professor only to be ditched, until, a mystery girl makes her way to his table and offers him something he couldn't refuse. Leah Phillips; a 19-year-old college student, she's in her second year of college. Her friends constantly made fun of her for being a virgin, until she made a bet; She could get anyone in bed without being experienced. She meets a mysterious man sitting in the bar's booth not knowing he would turn into her worst nightmare. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ Copyright © 2019 by Yewhaw All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ **I don't own the picture used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners**

He whispered, "Don't make a sound." "How do you expect me to beg and cry for you?" I taunt and attempt to dig my nails in the hand he rested in front of me, eye level while I was on his lap. He squeezed the hand tightly before pushing it behind my back. He slapped my ass hard for the little comment, and I gawked. I've never been struck, or punished before. "I'm sure you'll find an alternative." Sayter stroked my hair, and spanked me again. - It's 1890, the Victorian Era. Theres a killer on the loose, and it's a pretty little thing named Victoria Vonscuets. Victoria fakes her job as a prostitute to lure her clients into bed with her and to their brutal deaths. But if she had a rival for notoriety, it was Sayter Hamel, a vicious, brutal crime lord who tortured and killed victims on his raider who owed more than they could give. When Victoria decides she wants to try and kill Sayter, she's caught and Sayter decides he'll keep her for himself and teach her submission. But Victoria has a plan to exceed the same goal, all she has to do is sell her soul. ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEX, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, AND A BDSM RELATIONSHIP SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING MOVE ON⚠️