Vincent Brunos is the Don of the families. Ezra Gallo is a shy girl. When Vincent meets Ezra by chance, he can't help but feel enthralled by the young girl sitting on a couch, reading a book.

They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.

Izzy has always struggled with a restless mind. Submission became her haven. But after a life-changing attack, she's left struggling to find her way, awash in a sea of emotions threatening to pull her under. Her salvation comes in the form of her boss, Jonathan, who sees her struggling and refuses to let her go under. What happens when lines are crossed and resolve crumbles? Will Izzy take his hand and heal, once again finding her way back to sweet submission? Or will she refuse him and continue her downward spiral...

Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."