[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

*𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃* After a short-lived marriage with the cold and arrogant billionaire Ronin Logan, Carmen Price is eager for a break. Her attempt to unwind leads her to another wealthy billionaire, Simon Walsh. Little does she know, she's about to encounter a whole new set of problems. Ronin Logan doesn't do things without a purpose. Marrying a lowly employee from his company wasn't a random choice; it was to salvage his family's reputation after his lover bailed on their wedding. And when he cuts ties with Carmen after less than a year of marriage, it's to shield her from a situation even he's struggling to grasp. Caught in a web of love, deceit, and betrayal that seems to lurk around every corner when they're together, will Carmen and Ronin find a moment to catch their breath and truly understand each other? Can they ever find it in themselves to grant the second chance that both of them might just deserve? [EXCERPT] "This is not the right time," she whispered, almost pleading to him, her voice trembling despite her attempts to stay firm. Her hands were pressed against his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. It was a losing battle to resist him. Ronin's lips gently brushed against her earlobe once more, his warm breath making her shudder, his fingers dancing around her waist. "Carmen," he murmured, his deep voice a low, seductive whisper, "there's never a right time when it comes to us." - STANDALONE - SERIALIZED FICTION - MULTIPLE SEASONS - UPDATE SCHEDULE: MON & FRI

'I'm mommy's good boy,' he repeated. 'You really want to hear me beg?' He said letting out a cheeky laugh. 'I want to cum so bad,' he said in between pants. 'Please...' 'Please what?' Another male voice sounded from behind me. I smiled, knowing who it is. I heard his footsteps and felt his eyes on my, making me shiver. He came into view on my right and walked over to Luca, who looked flustered, looking between the two of us. I witnessed him revert back into submission so quickly, bratty behavior all gone. That's my daddy. Shaun placed his bag down and brought one knee on the bed, leaning down on Luca. I watched in awe as he kissed him with much passion and like every other time, I was in awe. Of their connection. I witnessed it first hand and it's the purest I've ever seen. Shaun pulled back to look at me, winking with a knowing smirk as he looked down at our conjoined bodies. 'Tell mommy what you want, baby,' he turned to Luca, who whimpered under the control of two Doms. 'Come on, beg for it, love,' Luca was panting with need. 'Please me mommy...' ● After a tragic but not so tragic divorce between Raven Bailey-King and Larry King, Shaun and Luca are ready to welcome a third party into their relationship. Restricted by friendship and Raven's marriage, they are ready to take the next step.

DISCRETION SERIES - Stand Alone - BOOK #6 "O-one portrait," I whispered, and he replied. "That's all I want, Rose." He said, sounding very sensual, and I gulped softly as I rubbed the back of my neck. "I-I guess I c-could," I replied, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Good... now I know you said something about informing your husband.. but let's hold off on that until after our session." He spoke, and I bit my lip. "Why?" "So he doesn't make you want to change your mind. It'll be between us." "I... Okay," I said softly. "I will send you all of the details of the date, time, and location in a few minutes." "What will I have to wear?" I asked, and he chuckled. "Dress comfortably, my little flower... it's not like it'll matter too much anyway." ♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢ Rosenna Hart's life should be perfect. With a successful husband and working in a career that she loves, her life should be perfect. But as much as she tries to believe it, it isn't perfect. Being in more the $4 million worth of debt, her husband constantly reminds her how she isn't cut out to own a business displaying and selling the art of amateur artists. Hanging onto hope, her personal assistant gets in contact with Vincent Garcia, a billionaire tycoon who happens to have a son, Beckham Garcia, who does art for a living. The only problem is that he's emotionless, crude, and conniving.. and he always gets what he wants. And after his father proposes he helps Rosenna by allowing her to display his art, Beckham grows infatuated. He wants to understand her, he wants to cherish her.. and he wants to ruin her. She begins to feel consumed by Beckham, and that's exactly what he wants. In trying to keep her business afloat and her marriage together, Rosenna must fight the dark desire to give herself to Beckham. Otherwise, she must learn the art of discretion. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY EXPLICIT AND MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

It wasn't supposed to be like this, I wasn't supposed to fall inlove with the man my stepsister is arranged to marry. While i'm stuck being the "maid" for my stepmother. A book about a young girl trying to find her happiness during life with her possessive stepfamily, when she meets the Kings family. Read to find out about Jasmine Daulker and Greyson King's love story, inspired by a cinderella story ౨ৎ I bite my lip, looking down. "I can't help it." He sighs. I look him in the eyes as I fall to my knees, his head tilts to the side in shock. "Can I, help you maybe." I take his length into my hands, stroking it releasing a moan from him. "Jasmine." He takes my hair into his hands, "Fuck." He groans.

_________________________________________ I fell in love . You fell out of love. I moved out .You moved on. Found each other but in different chapters. But then life got us entangled in the same story. Can we find a happy ending? Or we commit the mistake again? _________________________________________ My office LOVE STORY seemed perfect. Yeah I've feelings for my HOT BOSS William and by god's grace it's mutual. But.... There's a hotter dashing play boy after me . He's Luke and many girls would gladly kill each other to be with him. Many girls, not me ! I had made up my mind that I was only William's.So REJECTED him. Until one find day , he revealed the truth, I've been hiding from the world . AND it changed everything... EVERYTHING. I was regretting my own decisions . Doubting my own self. And I don't know what I'm suppose to do .

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

"I-I should be heading to my room now." I told him not in anyway ready to face him. "Turn around." He instructed. "Your fiancee may w-wake up soon to use t-the bathroom or discover no ones t-there." This would definitely not be a good look. Stop stuttering, I mentally chanted. "She won't." Was his response. "Please, I must head back to my r-room." I informed him, it had already been too long since we were in the bathroom alone. "You won't be getting out of here until you comply with my instructions." He informed. What game was he playing! I obliged and did what he said slowly turning around with my eyes tightly. *********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

"I'm not gonna have sex with you baby. Not yet. Just a little fun with the help of some old toys." He smirked and then it suddenly hit me. He stole the vibrator. "You know, I would rather use an all black one but this pink one will work too. I'm going to show how to use it properly to give you the best orgasms you've ever felt. Can I?" He looks between the belt and the headboard and I realise what he wants to do. Offering my wrists to him, I smile, letting excitement override my nerves. "Promise to make me scream?" He grinned, securely tying my hands to the headboard and tugged a few times to make sure it's tight. "Always baby," *** Gabrielle Jackson lives the perfect life, that is until she's forced to marry a dangerous criminal, in order to save her family. Ryder Romano is the heir to the American Mafia, a criminal with a heart of ice that only the purest fire can set aflame too. He's ruthless, dangerous and cunning. She's sweet, kind and innocent. What will happen when a deal brokered between their families leads to these two opposite souls being forced into a marriage they both don't want? ___________________________________________ Highest ranking #2 in mafia #3 in fiancé and don #102 in romance *** Order of series: 1. Chained To Him 2. Chained To The Mafia 3.Chained Lovers 4. Chained Princess [ Can be read as a stand-alone but recommended that you read the whole series in order] - Mature sexual content - Content contains violence, torture Cover credits go to Devilishwritings