Jungkook: one more word y/n.. and you will face worst from me. y/n: but..i.. didn't.. SLAP..SLAP..SLAP... y/n sobbed jungkook a complete burden on me..f#ck... and slam the door shut and left the room

Sadie McKenna's brother just died. To avenge his death, she has to infiltrate the most powerful mafia family in Vegas. As Saint Romano's arranged wife. 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔: Arranged Marriage BDSM Mafia Brat x Brat Tamer Spankings Primal Play

The hands on my body felt like placeholders for theirs. Matteo leaned into me, his lips brushing my skin, "Why would we want to hurt you?" He paused, lightly licking my face, and inhaling deeply as if that was the only breath he needed. "I just want to see your eyes roll back and feel your cunt struggle to take me." *** Mature content. BDSM. SMUT. 🏅#1: Doms 06/24 🏅#6: bdsmrelationship 07/24 🏅#4: Threesome 08/24 🏅#9: mxfxm 09/24 🏅#1: Vacation 02/25

A collection of stand-alone scenes exploring discipline, desire, and the delicate balance of power and surrender. I honestly don't even know myself what you'll find in here. Probably just unpolished pieces of writing that are nothing but pure instinct. Enjoy, but try to behave at least a little...

Will be added later.

In the quiet, hidden village of Quiet Pines, tradition runs deep - and so does love. Here, the people live by a unique code of harmony, trust, and structure. Among them are Elise and Rowan, a devoted married couple who follow the path of consensual domestic discipline, where Rowan leads with firm but loving guidance, and Elise trusts him fully in return. Their world isn't harsh - it's built on deep communication, respect, and unwavering affection. In Quiet Pines, where such dynamics are the norm, every couple finds their own rhythm - and for Elise and Rowan, that rhythm is gentle correction, mutual care, and passionate devotion. A story of trust, tenderness, and the quiet strength of structured love. Note: This story features consensual adult domestic discipline in a fictional setting. All characters are 18+.

"Don't worry, we'll get to the point where you do as I say just because I said it. That's submission, and you're more than capable of it." "I know what submission is, and you are not going to get mine" I shot back, enraged. We stared at each other with hostility for a few seconds. Then he nodded, as if he knew something I didn't, and shifted in his seat. "You'll get a taste of who's in charge, and then we'll see what you have to say for yourself." He patted his lap. "Over my knee." Book TWO of the Westminster Academy series :) *the whole book is available as an ebook on Patreon*

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ ~Amani x Zeeshan [all of my books can be read in any order, even though they mention the characters from other stories, but they are not linked]

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK