I moan every time he hits the back of my insides, in both pleasure and a little pain. He does so too, letting out heavy groans and whimpers with every thrust he makes. I place my fingers on my clit again, closing my eyes and focusing on my orgasm. I rub my clit slowly at first, increasing my pace as I feel my release get closer. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum." I announce. His moans begin to grow a little louder, indicating that he's probably close too. And once again, right as I'm about to reach my orgasm, he stops his thrusting. I whimper from the loss of stimulation inside me. I open my eyes to find him smirking at me again. "Fuck, Evan. Enough teasing." I glare at him. He chuckles. All of a sudden, he rips his hands out from the shirt I previously tied around his wrists to keep him from having too much control. I feel the blood drain from my face. "If you're gonna tie me up," He reaches his hands forward, one of them grabs both of my wrists and holds them behind my back, and the other wraps into my hair, "Maybe use something a little stronger." ✦✧✦✧ ✦✧✦✧ ✦✧✦✧ Saniya Inara is Laurence Caddel's top assassin. Evander Hart is Kane Ashford's top assassin. Caddel enterprises and The Ashford Co. are the two biggest businesses in the black market. However the men in charge of each company hate each other due to past occurrences. Saniya follows in Laurence's footsteps, hating everyone in the Ashford Co. Evander follows in Kane's footsteps, hating everyone in Caddel enterprises. When the most important belongings to each company get stolen, Saniya and Evander are forced to work together to sort out this mess. What will happen when two sworn enemies are put together on a mission to find the person who is the biggest culprit of all?

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

Raven Rodriguez has grown up a normal life with the future of the mafia looming over her back. A new guy moves to her school and seems to make it his mission to torment her. Raven has no clue why, at first she hated it, she hated him, but then she realised that something else was between them. A strong desire for one another. When Raven discovers Hunters biggest secret, the door is opened into the world of Mafia far sooner than she had planned. What happens in this exciting, thrilling, sexy world of the mafia as a young women, just trying to survive, just trying to find out who she is. ----- Chapter 1: I turned to go sit down when I caught someone watching from the corner of my eye. He was staring at me with an expression of pure hatred. I stared back. I must admit, even with such a nasty look on his face, he was rather attractive. His powerful arms were crossed, the unzipped leather jacket tight around the biceps. I could just make out dark tattoos poking out of the white collar of his uniform, brushing against his sharp jawline. His dark brown hair, do dark it was nearly black, looked as if he had sat in front of the mirror styling it, or perhaps he had just got out of bed. Still, as I turned to sit, I couldn't help but feel as if those deep, storm blue eyes were still watching me, burning a hole in my back. I didn't know his name, but the look he gave me made me feel as if he knew everything, and I mean everything about me. Word count: 90,000 warnings: mature themes and violence

"To show you I'm serious, I'd do it a thousand more times only for you to admit it."