"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasped, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband. "Good," he purred, his teeth grazing against my ear as he spoke, "because if you're not..." I heard a click and felt cold metal press against my temple. I widened my eyes at him, parting my lips to speak but he cut me off. "Shhh, it's okay," he coaxed, "be a good girl for me and I won't shoot, okay?" ~~~~~~~ Daisy Matthews has everything a girl could wish for, until her mother decides it's time she got her own job and paid her own bills. With few qualifications and very little preparation, Daisy accepts a job at a high-end strip club - owned by the infamous mafia leader, Vito Vecellio. *sexual content*

[18+ only, Mature Content] "Stop looking for a fight, angel, before I handcuff you to this bed and leave you here." "I'd scream," I warned him. "That would add the story of us f*cking." I held myself back from taking his gun and shooting him and gave him a fake smile. "I really dislike you." "It didn't stop you from moaning." * MALIA has one job. Follow the assassin called GHOST, find out who Sinners are, uncovering their plan. It was a simple order. But late nights, fights and the tension only lead to feelings and a desire that should be forbidden. Involves gangs, drugs, murder and sex. ENTERED IN WATTYS2019 04/06/19 STEAM & SMOKE by NŸX©️copyright #1 FBIagent #1 projectbadboys #4 badboy #1 gang #1 boy

[Unstable Minds #2] Her breathing had changed drastically - her once confident aura had disappeared, leaving the shy girl before me, trembling at my fingertips. I grasped her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head so her gaze was only focused on me and me alone. The room around us shifted as I flashed her a dark smile, my thumb gliding over her chin - the feeling of the bone underneath sending shocks through my body. My free hand wrapped itself around the handle of the blade that was tucked inside the pocket of my denim jeans - tilting my head to the side to mock curiosity, I finally broke the silence. "Have you ever tried knife play, kitty?" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ ⠀⠀⠀ Hayden; The son of the crazed professor who kidnapped his mother and forced her to carry his children. He grew up knowing something about him was off until he met his best friend Isabelle that changed his way of thinking for good. Celeste; Recently moved to a new place, her mother wanted her to explore instead of being locked in her room all day until she bumped- literally- into a green-eyed devil. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ Copyright © 2019 by Yewhaw All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ **I don't own the picture used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners**

"Tell me what you want, my little slave." Mercy laid me down, arms pinning me to the bed I tried so damn hard to melt into. I moaned, "Please.. don't make me beg master." He chuckled, raising my hands and whispering, "Keep what's mine right there." He let go, and I kept my arms raised over my stripped body as he said. "Shall I start here," he kissed my stomach, "Or here," my thigh, lower, he was going lower, "Perhaps, here.." --- Victoria cant remember her age or her life or even how she died. What she does know is long ago she sold her soul to a eternal life of submission, all for one man to bow to her in her mortal life. Now she's dead, with nobody with her but the man she sold her soul to. She gave him a name long ago, she calls him Mercy. Mercy can read her as he once did when she was alive, and for the first time in his immortal life he's dedicated to control everything about her. Even if it means locking her away and keeping his slave for himself. //TW torture, sex, profanity

He whispered, "Don't make a sound." "How do you expect me to beg and cry for you?" I taunt and attempt to dig my nails in the hand he rested in front of me, eye level while I was on his lap. He squeezed the hand tightly before pushing it behind my back. He slapped my ass hard for the little comment, and I gawked. I've never been struck, or punished before. "I'm sure you'll find an alternative." Sayter stroked my hair, and spanked me again. - It's 1890, the Victorian Era. Theres a killer on the loose, and it's a pretty little thing named Victoria Vonscuets. Victoria fakes her job as a prostitute to lure her clients into bed with her and to their brutal deaths. But if she had a rival for notoriety, it was Sayter Hamel, a vicious, brutal crime lord who tortured and killed victims on his raider who owed more than they could give. When Victoria decides she wants to try and kill Sayter, she's caught and Sayter decides he'll keep her for himself and teach her submission. But Victoria has a plan to exceed the same goal, all she has to do is sell her soul. ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEX, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, AND A BDSM RELATIONSHIP SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING MOVE ON⚠️

Thrown into the world of dominants and submissives after a failed attempt to escape from her home, Natalia must learn to adapt to her new life---or face the consequences that come with disobedience. Will her fire prove to be enough to set her free? Or will she realize that, deep down, maybe this isn't so bad after all? "Her eyes flew open to meet Luke's steely gaze. An angry fire burned behind his eyes, and his fingers dug into her hair as he quietly said, "Never do that again. You are mine, and I forbid it. You will not damage what is mind, is that understood?" Exhausted and in pain, Natalia nodded. She tried to drop her head, but Luke held it in place and said, "Words. You use your words, or these clips will be on for even longer. Do you understand me?" "Ye-yes sir," Natalia murmured, the fight gone. Luke kissed her and said, "Good girl. Now, how about we see about getting these little clips off?"

He's a contract killer for the Italian mob. She's the secret daughter of his boss that he's been paid to retrieve. What could possibly go wrong? • • • Being paid to kill is something Maddox King had grown used to. The weapons, the torture, the blood that was all on his hands. With the mafia as his boss and an arsenal to his disposal, Maddox never cared to think of his nonexistent family or better yet, life outside of the mob. Maddox was the "best in the business," as far as organized crime went. And that's all that mattered to him. The title, the notoriety. It was a job. He finds, he kills, he gets paid. It seemed simple. And it was ... until the boss decided to ask him for a favor. This time it's not a mission to kill. Now, Maddox is asked to keep Norah Romaniello safe and retrieve her, whatever means necessary. A beautiful, stubborn woman with a burdened but kind heart. Opposites are said to attract, but where is the line drawn between practical, and downright dangerous...? • • • "You have no idea what I'm capable of." His voice deepened as he held the smoking gun to his side. I stepped closer to him so I could now feel his heart pounding against his chest, adrenalin almost radiating from him. My own heart raced as I could feel the killer in him border between simmering down or firing another shot. "Then show me." I whispered. And he did. • • • { Romaniello Series Book 1 ; Norah } ** *Mature Content Warning* **

[Unstable Minds #1] "Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn't, would he? "Speak!" He yells in my face causing me to flinch back, a sob crawling up my throat as more tears fall from my eyes. I nod my head frantically. "Y-yes!" He lifts his hand up, I couldn't help but flinch back when the pad of his thumb came down on my cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "Don't cry baby, we're going to spend some time together. Just you and I." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ ⠀⠀⠀ Ezio Shaw; a 30-year-old college professor. His friends took him out to celebrate his new position as a professor only to be ditched, until, a mystery girl makes her way to his table and offers him something he couldn't refuse. Leah Phillips; a 19-year-old college student, she's in her second year of college. Her friends constantly made fun of her for being a virgin, until she made a bet; She could get anyone in bed without being experienced. She meets a mysterious man sitting in the bar's booth not knowing he would turn into her worst nightmare. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ Copyright © 2019 by Yewhaw All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ **I don't own the picture used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners**

⚠️ This Story Contains Mature Content ⚠️ Elizabeth Bankbook, being in a highly religious family, was forced into a marriage with a man she hardly knows. Given this, her life revolves around all of two things: hating her husband, and evaluating the dead. There's a killer on the loose gutting rapists, and Elizabeth is left to preform the autopsies. Being an alcoholic with raging anxiety that she's being hunted by the very killer going after the men, she warms up to her newly wedded husband Victor, who shows her discipline, submission, and protection.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.