"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.

one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.

A woman, trained to be a killer, and a man in charge of the Italian mafia. What could possibly go wrong? ... "You are the most beautiful women here tonight M'Lady." He said with pure affection while holding onto my hips pushing me closer to him. "How about we get out of here? Possibly to your room?" I spoke seductively while biting at his ear, about to whisper... "You can fuck me raw," I spoke. That's all he needed seeing as though he grabbed my arm and started taking me upstairs, to his bedroom. On the way there, going up the stairs, I could see Axel looking at me, with a hint of emotion in his eyes. What the fuck is his problem? He has been looking at me all of tonight, but I couldn't put a finger on what it was about. The second we entered his gigantic bedroom, he ripped off my dress and pulled me onto him, making me jump and wrap my legs around his torso while he bit down my neck. Biting and licking. Rawr. He took a second to look at my body. I was wearing matching undergarments which were lace..." HAS SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE AMD MATURE TALKING.

Bethany Adamson has done everything that her strict parents and uncle Brian have demanded of her. Straight A's every report card. Never missed a day of school..... ever! In return, her parents were supposed to pay for half of her college tuition. They backed out. They also inform her that her uncle Brian, is her father. She joins the Army to help pay for her college. Bethany excells in breaking secret messages quickly. This catches the eye of Tanner 'Demo ' Cline. Leader of an elite special ops unit. Can they keep their feelings to themselves? Can Bethany keep Demo and his unit safe? Can Demo keep Bethany safe? This story is fiction. All locations, events, and people are made up in my head. Although the Army has certain ranks and units, I do not know how they operate. It is rated mature for language, sex scenes, and violence. Thank you for reading! Remember to vote and/or comment. If you find an error, please let me know. Lots of love, Menarhodes!

*COMPLETED* Welcome to Buckley's Ranch, full of sexy cowboys and all kinds of trouble! Lord 'ave mercy! Jessie is working as a stable hand, seriously confused over her feelings for the ranch owner and town flirt, Cam Buckley. She's hiding out on the ranch, away from her abusive brothers and old life which she left back in Australia. She's made a better life for herself out here in Montana, and it's going to stay that way. Jessie is also fitting in well with the rest of Cam's family, while trying to dodge Cam's psycho ex-fiancée, Lucinda Wright and her current boyfriend and Cam's ex-best friend, James Malcavoy. Cam and Jessie having a love hate relationship going on between them, but that's normal for a boss and employee relationship, right? Well, not for these two. READ THE FUCKING STORY OKAY?! I SUCK AT DESCRIPTIONS!!!!!! I'm sorry, I think-NO- I'm pretty sure I'm bipolar. So please read it, trust the captain and you won't want to leave the ship! Or ranch, or whatever. . .

Senior year couldn't be better. Avery Nelson's finally dumped her brain-dead boyfriend, she's taking all easy classes, and she finally has a job working at the local McDonald's. Her life couldn't get any better. But when McDonald's gets robbed by a psycho with a gun to the back of her head, Avery can feel everything falling apart. A mysterious masked man dressed in all black appears out of no where, saving not only her life, but the rest of the restaurant's as well. And thus begins the meetings between Avery and the masked man. He hasn't claimed a name for himself, yet the media has been all over him. Unoffically known as The Man With The Green Slash, he has taken a liking to Avery. His arrogant attitude matched with the mystery of him leaves Avery curious for more. And soon she finds herself struggling to figure out who the Green Slash really is under the mask.

Nicholas and Sasha work for the FBI and can't seem to get along. Now to solve a case they have to pretend to be newlyweds in love, no matter their personal distaste. The danger rises as feelings are uncovered and truths are revealed. Can these two agents catch the bad guys and just maybe fall in love? Originally written in 2004.

When Isabella Pierce has to live in Spain for one month with the rival gang, she never expected to get involved with the handsome, irresistible son of the rival leader, Gale Santino. Together they must fight new enemies, forge an alliance and hide their little secret of their undeniable connection. "All of this sexual tension is killing me. I need- I need to touch you." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I bite my lower lip, and his eyes droop down to stare at them. His eyes darken with lust. "I still hate you and we are still enemies." I try to sound in control but I'm not. I wasn't in control from the moment he touched me. He leans in closer and my heartbeat is suddenly erratic. "I still want to kill you sometimes." "I feel the exact same way." He whispers as he edges his face closer to mine.

Harlow Spencer is not just Grayson's little sister. After years of dealing with her overprotective brother, Harlow is finally free to live the life she wants once he leaves for college. Or so she thinks. Enter Corey Michaels, her brother's best friend. She's afraid he's going to be Grayson 2.0, but the more time she spends with him, the more he surprises her. Corey isn't as overbearing as her brother and she decides to use that to her advantage by enlisting his help to find her a boyfriend. Harlow believes the perfect life she wants starts with having the perfect boyfriend, but maybe what she really needs is standing right in front of her.