He took a breath in, staring at her with inclination, licking his dry lips and he moved into the bed, placing himself in between her legs. "I could give you the world. Give you unexplainable delectation, but yet, here you are. Rejecting it." He said, running his hand up her neck, squeezing her throat lightly.... ~~~~~ Asa Benoist, a small waitress at Tipsy Hops, in downtown Santa Barbara. She struggles to balance her school with work and looks to her un-supportive fiance for help. One day, she goes to a gala with her fiance and catches the intrigued eyes of a handsome stranger. Jared D'Amore. His name is known in the business realm, any bar, for anyone that's seen the media. Mention it in a conversation and the men gulp with fear as the women shudder in arousal. His name is also well known in kink clubs throughout the state, and he loves the attention he gets from the women, as he enjoys the control he has over them. Their worlds meet, and things become complicated, hate-filled, love enticing, and of course, very kinky.

"Good. Rule number five," he stops and looks me dead in the eye, "You are not allowed to touch yourself. Number six, when we have our time together you will not cum without permission. Seven, you do not talk back or act bratty towards me." The words by themselves have me now flustered, and I began to throb downstairs, feeling a pool form against my panties. "Bold of you to assume I'd actually follow those ones." I say, and he leans forward, causing me to clamp my thighs shut. "Bold of you to assume that there wouldn't be punishments. If you break any of these rules there will be consequences, and you'll just have to find out how sadistic I can get." He speaks and I mentally shiver at the thought, but not in fear... Another fucking mafia story in which dangerous mafia men sets their sights on young Piper Adele Blanchard and kidnaps her. Read on for more.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"Get on your knees for me baby" "Is this the best time to tell you I have no Gag reflex" "Fuck" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When a ruthless mafia killer crossed paths with a girl with no fucks and rejects him what happens will they ever cross paths again or will faith bring them together read to find out bitch Y'all don't worry this is a happy ending. Not edited This story is old so kinda cringe 😵 Short storie Fast pace kinda idk

"Grab her and bring her to me now" i shouted as my guards scrambled away Seconds later they pulled in a girl her feet dragging along my marble floor her black straightened her dangling I can only just see her face she had bright green eyes and peachy light colour lips They pulled her to a chair in front my desk and tied her down making her groan from how tight it is "Who are you and why are you trying to kill my men" I spat at her "I'm not telling you shit" she shouted then spat in my face Tw (This story contains) :sexual :abuse :self harm :foul laughing Hey guys thanks for reading my story hope you like it Please vote and comment Love you all stay safe 😘🥰

"Amara come and dance with me" Riley demands while dragging me into the dance floor. I detested clubs and parties but I was dragged here by my best friends for my 19th birthday. As I started dancing I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I began to scan the room subtly until my gaze was connected with a pair of bright green beautiful eyes. This wasn't a man, this was a God. His hair was dark and not too short but just that length where you can push it back and it looks effortless. His body looked sculpted and chiseled as if every little detail about him was carefully planned out. He wouldn't stop looking at me. I tried to avert my gaze until a couple of seconds later I felt two large strong arms wrap around my body.

She was broken, silent, and small. He was dangerous, powerful, and cold to everyone but her. When Alexander finds 23 year old Daisy bruised, terrified, and deaf curled up on a dark street during a mission, he doesn't know why he stops. He only knows he can't leave her behind. What begins as protection turns into something deeper as the ruthless gang leader finds himself slowly softening for the fragile girl who clings to safety like a lifeline. Daisy doesn't speak much. Her innocence and childlike ways confuse the men around her but Alexander sees what the others don't: she's been hurt in more ways than one. As he helps her adjust to her new life ordering plushies, creating a safe room, and learning her world of soft whispers and quiet tears he discovers just how much he needs her, too.

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