" Shhh babygirl you're going to take it like a good girl" " P-please Davi-id" ------------------------------------- " Now, now what am I going to do with you" he whispered huskily in my ear. " K-kha-aled" ---------------------------------------- B E T W E E N T H E M ------------------ Rankings: #1: triangle love #19: daddies #47:maturelanguage #51:matureaudience #41:babygirl

Alessia Ferrari is the Don of the Italian Mafia. Whip-smart and dangerous, she is a woman in a man's world, surviving against all odds. Born and raised to become a lethal killer, even the ground she walks on bows at her feet. She has it all, until that is, her father gives her hand away in marriage. Ace Hernandez is the boss of the American Mafia. He's a cold cruel hearted monster. He knows the game all too well and does whatever it takes to win and if that means breaking someone, he could do that with his eyes closed. Fate is vicious when the two are forced to marry. Will two monsters find solace in each other's arms or will they kill each other? ---------------------------- "I don't recall signing up for strip poker." She replied. Her full lips frowned softly but her eyes were filled with amusement. She knew she couldn't beat me, not at this game. "Are you quitting? Are you a quitter?" I mocked getting under her skin. Her lips twitched before she pursed them tightly. The blues of her eyes deepened and she threw me a dangerous smirk. She shuffled and pulled off one of her sandals. Fuck. So we're doing this the long way. She raised it in the air, dangling it off her finger before tossing it aside. She raised a brow at me, she challenged me. I knew I got under her skin. Just as I had anticipated. -------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK ONE OF THE MAFIA SERIES

"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.

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

This story contains mature content,sexual Content, and explicit language. Jessica Lange didn't know what she'd be walking into when starting her new job as a secretary at a publishing company. Marco her boss is just too hot to handle. So is his brother Luke. Jessica can't choose. Her sexual desire for each brother is more than she can take. "I know this is wrong he's my boss. I can't help myself I want him right here right now and he obviously wants me too. He rips my shirt open so forcefully, a button pops off onto the floor somewhere. I gasp." The first two chapters are short and build up the story, containing no sexual content. However everything after features strong sexual content. Not to be read under the age of 18. Enjoy this short story;)!

WARNING: Mature contents! If you are below 18 years old please do find another book. Some readers might find some scenes sensitive. This book includes almost rape(consensual non-consent), blood and biting (vampire), spanking, binding. You have been fairly warned. Kristine has been writing her whole life, but this is the first time she had the courage to send one of her works to the biggest romance publisher in the country. She was excited until she met her publisher She can't seem to get him out of her system, how can she when he shown her passion that only existed in her books. The moment he saw her, Lex knows Kristine belongs to him and he'll do everything to make her his. But Lex has a secret... he's a 5 century old vampire. How can he tell her that she belongs to a vampire. They both have to rely on their passion and love despites the secret looming between them. Will Kristine accept Lex or will she flee from him. Please do leave a comment!

" Jamie, I know you want me" seductiveness in his tone His firm hands caressing my lower back making me shudder at his touch. " I- I- "Say it" Giving in to this gorgeous man I say " I want you" "Get on the bed " he demanded Climbing on the bed, afraid of what he might do, tall, dark and handsome spreads my legs as wide as they would go. His facial expression turned into full lust, want and need. " I'm going pleasure you and you're going to sit there and take it" he smirked * ****WARNING EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT***** *** BOOK 2 IS THE PRINCE'S SECRET***