.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Rhodes is a twenty-five-year-old single mom just trying to make her way through school and motherhood. Her two-year-old daughter, Hanna, is the light of her life but lately she's been yearning for more. Love, relief, adventure. These things seem to come to her in the form of Drew Vale, her new TA. She doesn't know much about Drew, but she knows he's even more than she bargained for. .ᐟ.ᐟ bdsm romance. contains mature themes such as bdsm, smut, foul language, smoking, alcohol, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, etc. this is an age gap story. if you are uncomfortable with any of this please refrain from reading. reader discretion is advised. minors are encouraged not to interact, but i'm not your mother so do what you will.

Your life flips when your kidnapped by a mafia leader, Adriano and living under his rules in his house. His most trusted men help care for you when he's Busy and you grow comfortable to them rather quickly Till one of them do the unexpected and not only stab Adriano in the back but also put your life in danger...

Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute when you're pissed."]

Nathaniel Caine. Esteemed in law, uses his intelligence to teach at Hyde University. Nathaniel is a straight-up man, he knows what he wants and he doesn't like to be pushed around Chloe Albright. Starting as a law student, Chloe can be quiet until you know her. Her personality can vary some days but most, she likes to have a good joke with her friends and her sense of humour is often described as sarcasm or dry-wit and it's not for everyone. Thomas Hewitt. One of the world leaders in psychology. He won't let anyone in and puts on a hard front.

"ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ." ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʟᴜʙ. ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ HATRED ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ. • • • ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ-ᴛᴏ-ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

"Look at me." He demanded, with an irritated tone. I didn't. I was too stubborn. I wasn't going to let him boss me around - without a fight anyway. "I advise that you do as I say." From the corner of my eye, I saw him make his way towards me. "Considering the state you are in." His voice projected an almost amused expression as he waved his finger, pointing towards my body which was stabilized on top of the bed. He had the leverage. He had the power. He had the reasons for revenge. Would I be able to get out of this alive?

Bright and delicate, Aelia Raelynn dreams of a life with freedom. Maybe a garden too. A life where not even her boyfriend will keep her chained to the earth. Cold-hearted and arrogant, Amos Ford Ayers is one of the most famous motorcycle racers across America. He's mysterious and lethal. Desperate for revenge. At least that's what he lets the world see. A dark secret and a bunch of sunflowers are the only thing that connects them . . . Or not?