"Oh sweet girl, you're desperate aren't you?" The sound of his husky voice took her breath away. Primal, ruthless, and possessive. Just a few words to describe Alpha Poseidon. Despite this, he desperately needs a mate, a little light in his life. Naive, kind hearted, and lost. Little Flora needs someone to guide her through this cold world, to remind her what love feels like. Sorta DDLG, but not really...but kinda. HAS SLIGHT AGE REGRESSION, Not ABDL. Large Age gap, all characters are adults. Dominate/submissive characters. Traditional. Overbearing and possessive men.

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+.

*STORY BEING EDITTED AND RE-RELEASED ON GOODNOVEL.COM* Nadine is one of those smart innocent girls that is so naive, the word sex is like a bad word to her. Meeting Chase was never on her to-do list, but if it was she would've done it long ago. Chase is part of the mafia and has this soft spot for Nadine and her innocence. He wanted her to be his and he Always gets what he wants.

Bellamy Orman is a florist in New York and when Vierra Morelli the sister of NYC's top Mafia leader asks for flowers for a party, her world spins into chaos.

A sequel to Our Darling Girl, follow Flo as she tackles her first job and everything that comes with loving four possessive boys.

Flo is moving across the Country for her first year in college, when her plan starts to fall apart she finds herself living with four men who all have a soft spot for her innocent nature.

Three brothers, two violent gangs, and a girl. What could possibly go wrong? When Autumn is kicked out of her parents house, she never expected to be saved by the infamous Blackbourne's. What else did she not expect? Falling in love with all three brothers. WARNING: Smut, violence, and DDLG is used in this story. Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!!!!

"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.

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips he smiled against them and I softly giggled. "Precious little thing." He hummed with a smile. • "I'm sorry, London. Please find a way to forgive us." He whispered grazing his lips against my lips. • U N D E R M A J O R E D I T I N G. C O M P L E T E D.

"You're not a plaything." He insisted. "Then, what am I?" I asked. "My little girl." My lips curled upwards at his response. She was just eighteen, and he was thirty-five. She was a cute socialite and he was a handsome caterer. He read her like a book, and she found her defenses begin to crumble.