[ COMPLETED ] [ 2021 WATTY'S SHORTLIST ] ❝ You've never been loved like this? ❞ Twenty-nine year old Monique Harper is a senior VP travel advisor. Great at her job, she is sent to Valencia, Spain to vet a chain of hotels owned by billionaire Matteo Romano. Immediately taken with the woman with an attitude, Matteo has his sights set on her, and what he wants, he's sure to get. COPYRIGHT © MIDNXGHTSUN 2020

[18+ ONGOING & SLOW UPDATES] "Be careful with the games you play," he added. His voice slashed the silence underlined by a lower, ominous tone. A warning. Did I even hear him correctly? What were all these new sides Niccolò had shown me tonight? I turned around. "Why?" I slowly brought the word out, taking a step closer to better analyze him. "Every action has its consequences." His head tilted to the side, his gaze finally meeting mine. A wicked promise flickered in his coffee-brown eyes, and I saw the corner of his lip twitch teasingly. Amused. "And I am not a man who will stand to be tested, not even by you, mia bambina." ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ From birth, Catalina Villada had grown up in the spotlight. She is the daughter of world-famed Spanish celebrities. Her father serves as a judge on the highest court of Spain, while her mother is an A-list actress. The family even owns one of the world's top wine companies. Although, there is more than meets the eye with the famed family. One night the Villadas meet and negotiate a deal with Don Giuseppe Sorrentino of Cosa Nostra and his eldest son and heir, Niccolò. Protection for the famed family in exchange for a percentage of revenue for their wine company. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Catalina instantly catches Niccolò's attention. He becomes intrigued by the calculated blonde. There was more to her, so much more than she showed to the cameras. The two end up conversing that night, and things go surprisingly well. Except for the hint of sexual tension lingering in the air, Catalina didn't pay too much attention to it. Although she never anticipated that in three years, she'd meet Niccolò again in Ibiza. Or the whirlwind romance that would form between the two of them and the obstacles that would try to pull them apart. After all, all that glitters is not gold. ••• Rankings ✨✨ #1 in #forbidden #2 in #bdsm

"I wish we could stay like this" he whispered before opening his eyes but not quite meeting my own "Who says we can't?" The laugh that followed my statement seemed forced as Elijah who, for the second time, dropped my hand from his own before brushing past me. "It's time to wake up sweetheart" Nothing is ever quite as it seems.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 Never in my twenty-five years of life I thought I would be in this position. I once was a normal gal trying to get past the tribulations of life, but now I find myself in the midst of an absolute shit-fest. My brain can't wrap my head around how things occurred, just so that I would end up in this reality. In Marcello Bellucci's world. And how everything led me to him, how I became his delightful regina. And how he became my everything. =•=•=•=•=•=• "Strip that damn dress down and come fuck me" he demands. "What?" "You belong to me now, mia regina {queen of mine}" Marcello states and my knees tremble to the enticing sound of his voice. =•=•=•=•=•=•=• It's finally here!!! Yay

ＧＩＳＥＬＬＥ ＷＩＮＤＳＯＲ, 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

{ ONGOING } EROTIC ROMANCE ~ Callista Cassidy • Alastair Ramirez ~ In which an otherwise innocent 19 year old girl but deep down, having keen passion towards erotic novels finds her dream man, just like she read in those stories - dominating & intimidating, in her dad's boss. However, the man has one rule : If you sleep with him one night, it's your responsibility to never see him again. If he wants a taste of you, he'll make sure to get it no matter what but after that he'll leave you like a stranger because 'love' isn't his cup of tea. ~•~ Her lips turned into an 'O' as her moans became uncontrollable. "Yes please, just like that" she yelled in pleasure. "Just how?" he teased as he held her neck tightly and reached the ultimate speed of thrusting. She wanted to say something but no words could escape her lips. "Like this?" he asked, smirking. "Or maybe" he asked pounding her even faster "Like this?" She became breathless as the only sound which could leave her lips were moans. ~•~ // STARTED - NOVEMBER 2020 END - DUE // THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE SCENES AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. SOME READERS MIGHT FIND IT DISTURBING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

cara delores, a newly transferred young student, foolishly eager for attention. salvatore romano, an assistant principal that has aged like fine wine, engaged and is hiding a dark secret dark desire and affection is forbidden.

Marco pulled a black iPhone from his pocket and clicked play. ❝𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟵𝟭𝟭. 𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗕𝗜 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗼, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.❞ I could recognize my own voice in the recording. I had said it previously that day, but how did he get it? ❝𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗮?❞ I stared blankly at him, my mind riddled with the countless amount of possibilities. Perhaps it meant that I was dead. I'd wake up with my feet in cement and have only a moment to breathe before I was thrown into the water. Maybe he'd just strangle me and cremate my body to rid of evidence. When no answer came from me he pulled out what appeared to be a remote and spoke again. ❝𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲, 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮.❞ He clicked a button and instantly I could feel the vibrations pulsing between my legs. {𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭} Part One of the Burn Series.