What happens when a stubborn 19 year old cheerleader comes across a broody 37 year old mechanic? Read this story to find out... I'm shit at descriptions, sue me.

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019

Book cover by: Me Picture: Pinterest ♛❀♛ I clench my eyes shut trying not to focus on him-thrusting his hips forward, up and down, making sure to know he really is affected.- I shake my head desperately trying to get those thoughts out my head. "Do you feel that?" I gulp trying to find my words. I nod instead since at this moment they are nowhere to be found. I guess he didn't like that since he dug his nails into my waist putting more strength and focus into dragging his hips up and down. "Answer with words, baby. I want your words." My resistance is thinning out every time he speaks in that low, husky voice. I must have forgotten to answer him because the next thing I know I'm being pulled into the next bathroom stall (which I think is the handicap one) and pushed against a wall. "Fuck." I moan out. "Watch your fucking mouth." And I did. I snapped my mouth shut cause the way he's touching me makes me want to never let him go. ♛♛♛ Elijah Moretti. Ruthless, unable to love, Italian Boss. Strays away from his family ever since his ex. And his past. Spends his day in his office and goes home. His everyday routine and it doesn't seem boring until the gorgeous woman in white. But has he seen her before? Will she have the power to make him forget his past? Or will she make everything worse? ❀♛❀ 🥇- zariah 🥇- crazyex #17- amor #69 - spanish #9 - darkpast