"Are you daring me", he asked breathing down my neck. "Yes", I responded calmly. "I want to rip those clothes off, but first I have to Punish you Chloe", and with that, he tied me to the bed and claimed my lips. .........................................................

Warning: muture language sexual content if your not older then 17+ please do not read but if you want I'm not stopping JUST BEWARE Emma is a student at west Georgia university she is a A+ student who is always working she an independent woman who has to work for everything she has ever gotten. But what will she do when she meets the ever charming Marcus Christian the womanizer that gets what he wants and he wants her.. But what will happened when she meets Damien who gives her everything she wanted love intimacy and loyalty something that Marcus never did.. Will Marcus and Emma be able to save there relationship or will she move with Damien And will Marcus let her be happy or will he be selfish and try to take her away from the one thing that's making her happy Read at your own risk!!

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

"I have another class I have to go to," I said, trying my utmost to sound strong and confident, but with shaky hands and a clogged up vision it was quite hard to do so. "Skip it, for ME," his husky voice in the crook of my neck, his warm breath blowing across my skin sending tingles down my spine. "S-sir, this is- aahh..." My moan cut me off my sentence as his tongue danced across my neck, and his big hand groping my ass firmly. "You were saying?" "This is wrong," I managed out a whisper as my breath hitched in my throat when he hoisted me up against the wall and wrapped my thick legs around his waist as he pressed his forehead against my own. "But it feels so right," he breathed out as i felt his huge bulge pressing against my wet panties, "Say you want me, say you want this." "I..." I breathed out as the friction between our legs became too much, "I want you..." He smirked, raising a brow and tilting his head slightly, unhappy. "Sir," I finished off and he smiled happily, pressing his erection further into my skirt as his hands travelled around my body. "You're mine now, Alyssa." ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND IS NOT ADVISED FOR YOUNG READERS. READ AT OWN WILL.

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE

{completed} Layla Montgomery- A 19 year old college student who's just trying to get through her last year of college studying law. After her last professor got fired she has no idea what's coming for her when she finds out her new professor is a sexy, tall, older guy who also teaches law so of course she will admire him But some would say a little too much. Enzo Hammers- A 35 year old married guy and father to an adorable 4 year old boy. Enzo knows he catches all the women's and even guys eyes when walking in the room. He teaches law for a living and has never been distracted from anything before until his eyes lay on Layla the second she walks through that door. ఌ warning ఌ 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 Finished book 23rd June 2021 #3 forbidden on 3/7/2021 #4 AgeGap on 4/7/2021

|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

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

"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.