#1 in Africa #1 in Latin #1 in Possessive "I'm very sure I'm allowed to fuck who so ever I want to fuck" I yelled at him, unaware of how close we were "No Cara, you only get to fuck me, I own you and this sweet pussy of yours" he said, sliding his fingers into my pussy. All this started because of that stupid threesome I agreed to. Sewa has been alone for most of her life, not because she couldn't have friends, no, she just enjoyed her own company and she loved peace and quiet. It lasted for a while until she came across the greatest disturbance Antonio Rivera, an Italian womanizer who took to liking her and her body. She can't seem to get him out of her mind after their first meeting and likewise. The man started to grow a strong sexual desire towards her until it became something more, something he dreaded. Okay this shit is getting too long. I hope you enjoy it really.

"You truly are evil Tyrece, do you know that!" I shout angrily as I try to push him away from me. When that doesn't work I slap at his chest, then his face as hard as I possibly can. He smiles, finding amusement in my anger before grabbing both of my arms and pinning them against the wall above me, I am fully exposed. "You begged me to fuck you even though I tried shooting you in the head, even though I tried killing your brother, stop with this pathetic good girl act dimples. You watched me blow a guy's brains out. Any other girl would run. You are just as twisted as me if not fuckjng worse," He spits out causing my heart to skip a beat. "I'm not as sick as you, "I say, Tyrece smiles viciously before throwing me onto my bed roughly, he climbs on top of me, he kisses me and I kiss him back desperately. My words were saying one thing but my actions were saying something completely different. ........ Rosewood is split into two sides what happens when Kabrina gets mixed in with the wrong crowd?

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance