"Now princess do you want me to fuck you like a good girl or like a dirty slut" I don't even think when I immediately respond to his question "like a dirty slut" He chuckles "and why is that" "Because I am a dirty slut" I answer Chapter- dirty slut *** "do you like when I fuck you like this" he grabs my hair and pulls me off the desk so that his mouth is by my ear "do you like it when I fuck you like a slut" I place my hands on the desk trying to hold me up, "yes daddy I- I love it" I scream Chapter- not always a good girl *** Best friends brother main character goes unnamed gonna have smut - the smut get better as you read #1 dirtystory #1 degradingkink #1 praisekink #6 dirtystory #6 Bestfriendsbrother #2 Secretlove #6 lover

Sneak Peek: The door slammed shut, and before Noor could react, Theodore's presence consumed the room. His piercing gaze locked onto her, dark and possessive, making her heart race. He moved toward her with deliberate steps, his commanding presence closing the distance in seconds. "Did you think you could escape me, Noor?" His voice was low, dangerous, a promise that made her pulse quicken. Before she could respond, he was right there, towering over her. His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her close. She was pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body, the strength of his dominance. "You belong to me," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a kiss-rough, urgent, claiming. His hands roamed, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough. She gasped, breathless, as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. He pressed his body against hers, his desire undeniable, his kiss relentless. "You're mine," he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with possessiveness. Noor's body trembled in response, her resistance slipping as his touch ignited a fire inside her. Despite her attempts to push away, she knew one thing: she was his.

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

"You taste better when you're angry." ➿ ➿ ➿ I was top in my class, studying at my hometown's college after leaving this place for years. But I didn't come back because of that. His name was Micheal Wilder. But his friends called him Nick. He was only a year older than me, my high school sweetheart, and I always noticed him, but he never even looked at me. Until he did. At first, I thought of it as a mistake, because he wasn't who he said he was... He was a killer. But shortly after he captured me, I quickly realized... That he was obsessed with me, too.

A man claimed by the devil. A woman claimed by no one. Until him. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is a monster. His family relies on him to torture and kill. It's his birthright, curse, and the most delicious punishment for a gluttonous sinner. He's no stranger to violence and depravity. Soldier of the Romano crime family, he might be stranger to everything else. 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐄 is an outcast, the hidden gem of the Genovese crime family, shunned by her father and forgotten by the world. She's utterly alone, until she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kidnapped by the man with dark eyes, tattoos, and a soul to match. And he isn't planning on letting her go. The deviant killer with the angelic name, her intended torturer, the devil of the underground. Santo is quickly becoming something to Nina that seems impossible, something that neither of them are ready for. She threatens to uproot everything he's always known and been, and when secrets are revealed, when demons come out to play, it's not only a matter of how willing Santo and Nina are to salvage something that seems to be the only beautiful corner of both their worlds. It's a matter of whether any kind of beauty can survive in a world so dark. ✚ Dark Saint is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance with mature content and dark themes. Read at your own discretion. [ Book 1 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ] Featured on @Romance Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered

Alison Abbott is an 18 year old art student. She is spending the summer before her freshman year of college with her boyfriend and his family at the beach. She has been through her fair share of trauma, depression, and struggles with trying to heal from her childhood. Warren Sallow is a happily married man with four children. He's a successful surgeon, wealthy, handsome, a doting father, and a loving husband. He has everything he could ever want. Alison and Warren realize quickly that they share a deep attraction to each other. They begin an affair. The problem? Alison is dating Warrens son... WARNING: This book is 18+ only. It contains extremely sexual content, a substantial age gap relationship, instances of self harm, adultery, and many other adult themes. Read at your own risk. BUY BETRAYAL NOW ON KINDLE or KU, LINK IN BIO

"You can stay angry all you want, wife... but this tight little pussy is clenching around me so greedily. Look at you still glaring, yet dripping for your hubby.. . Ahhh slow...... she moan 19 × 26 Dominant FL Soft/Submissive ML Arranged marriage Boundaries. Control. Slow burn. She doesn't follow rules. He doesn't fight for control. And somehow... that's where everything begins.

Vitterio Rossi is a deadly, venomous man. He walks with the devil behind him, his tail between his legs and his head bowed. Anyone in their right mind should be absolutely terrified to get even a glance from Vitterio. Except Sorella De Luca, the Princess. She tests the man until his limits, but Vitterio would never cause the girl any harm. But she doesn't know that. Lovely Sorella fears Vitterio like the devil fears god, and although she defies and tests him every second she can, she cowards away from him when she isn't teasing him. Vitterio has sworn to obey his Don until the last drop of blood drips from his body. But could Vitterio's new task be his last? Could he shy away from the challenge? This book is rated 18+ SECOND BOOK IN "THE BLACK HAND BROTHERHOOD" SERIES Finished:

Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

A banished princess enters the enemy kingdom under a false name, hiding a single deadly purpose: assassinate the king. But as she learns the man behind the crown, her hatred begins to unravel. Now trapped between vengeance and a growing love she never planned for, she must decide whether to finish what she started, or betray everything she once fought for.