''This is wrong Scarlett, we need to stop'' He whispers into my ear as my back faces him. He holds onto my hands and traces his fingers along my back. ''I know. But I don't want to stop'' I say sighing heavily as his touch melts my body. ''Then lets not'' He spins my body around towards him and pushes me against the wall. He pins my hands over my head and kisses me passionately. He starts to kiss me on every sensitive part of my body. I can't control myself around him. I need him, want him. Im falling for him. Im falling for my fathers best friend. *** Scarlett William's is your typical college student. She has good grades, loves her friends, family, and she's daddy's little girl. But what happens when Scarlett tires from her daily routine. She wants excitement, adventure and passion beyond her wildest dreams. Suddenly her fathers old high school classmate and best friend moves back into town. What happens when they set eyes on each other? Do they stay in control of their emotions or do they do the wrong thing that feels right to them? Find out on Falling for my fathers best friend.

"You might be feared by others, but it doesn't work with me. I don't care about your little mob job." "Sasha, I'm warning you," he said through gritted teeth. "Sorry, Daddy," I said jokingly. Christophe was livid before, but when I called him that, I saw lust in his eyes. Christophe reached down and wrapped his hand around my throat. I looked into his eyes and bit my plumped bottom lip. "Is this what you want? Do you like making me mad?" When I smirked, he turned me around then pushed me up against the wall. "Answer me," he demanded. * Sasha Harris is a fiery 20-year-old who is looking to have fun in her last year of college. She's used to being in control of everything, but that's until she runs into Christophe Miller, the son of one of the most feared mob bosses. Christophe is ruthless and domineering. Once these two dominants meet, they can't help the passion that they have for each other, but they are sure to clash. **Mature Content** Cover made by _saharaa3

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

David Michelson is starting his first year at Polkville High as a senior science teacher. There are many things about Mr. Michelson that attracts girls and women and it's mainly his good looks. But what they don't know is his lifestyle. BDSM. What happens when he finds interest in Keisha? Will he pursue her? Will she be his sub? Will they get caught? Will she want him? Would he change his ways for her? Will they be able to overcome the obstacles ahead of them? Let's see...Roll the Watt!

"Okay, i'm gonna need you to let me go now please..." i said lowly. "Why should I bambino?" he asked while lifting one eyebrow and cocking his head to the side. Gawd damn he is fine. "Be-because i asked nicely?" he looked at me and chuckled. "And i asked you nicely to open the door, but did you do that for me?" he asked while leaning in closer to my lips, so close it was to the point where i could smell his minty breath mixed with coffee. "But-" "Shh no buts," he said while holding a finger to my lips, and pulling me closer to him. "You can't do this, i don't even know your name, shirt stealer," i said in annoyance. At this point my body was tired and slumped against the wall. All that running was a no no for me man. I'm surprised i eve got as far as i did in all honesty. "My name is Luca Lombardi bamabino, however soon you will be calling me by a different name," Luca said smirking. ~~~~ This is a Stand Alone, You can read this book without reading The Billionaire's Regret. But i would like it if you read that too😊 WARNING MATURE CONTENT i'm all about the smut so don't be surprised if there is a lot of it :)

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Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."