|18+| 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧. My best friend had one specific rule for her wedding week: 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝. It should have been easy. I'm here to be a bridesmaid, not a distraction. Then I met Caleb Calhoun. He's forty-four, runs the biggest ranch in Montana, and looks at me like I'm a natural disaster waiting to happen. He values order, discipline, and respect. I drive a rusted El Camino, drink cheap beer, and thrive on chaos. He thinks I'm just a reckless twenty-one-year-old with nothing to offer but trouble. So, naturally, I decide to be his trouble. I push every button he has. I call him 'Daddy' because I know he hates it-and because I know it makes him think things he definitely shouldn't. To top it off? I flirt with his son just to watch his jaw tick...until his son starts flirting back. His son Benny is freshly back from war, dangerously charming, and looks at me like I'm the first thing he's wanted in years. And the more I provoke the grumpy rancher, the more I realize this isn't a game. Benny wants to keep me. Caleb wants to tame me. And for the first time in my life, I might actually want to be 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

Mature themes and language. How far would you go for love? *** "Look at Asher." Her eyes opened. "He wants to watch baby. Tell him you want him to watch you cum." She looked shy. "Ash- He slapped her breast and she moaned and hissed. "Daddy, I want you to watch me." Andres's palms rubbed over her nipples. She breathed out, looking at his hands and then me. "Watch you do what?" She huffed as he licked her neck and then lightly choked her. "W-Wa-watch me...cum." *** Zara Raven, 23, had a loveless upbringing. Her parents left her, and the multitude of caregivers ignored her. Having to create a hard shell as a shelter for her softness, she stumbles into men who fulfill all her desires and needs. Watch as she discovers love that makes her feel whole, but leaves a trail of blood as it grows. 🏅 #1 in doms: 07/22/24 🏅#2 in bdsmrelationship: 07/25/2024 🏅#4 in eroticromance: 09/24 🏅#2 in eroticromance: 12/27/24 🏅#3 in possession: 12/31/24 🏅#1 in Submit: 02/19/25

"In a city that never slows down, their love moved at its own pace-real, steady, and unbreakable. He saw her worth, she felt his soul, and together, they built something the streets couldn't touch."

I pulled the covers off my legs and tried to stand up. My attempt of standing up failed. But I tried again. I was so dizzy I fell against the nightstand, successfully catching Dante's attention. - Go back to sleep pet. He sternly stated. - I don't want to sleep with you watching me. - Can't you see I'm not even paying attention to you. He said not even making eye contact. - I don't care your mere presence is still annoying. I tried to stand again and I was finally able to stand on my feet. I looked up at the ceiling and whispered a thank you, for not embarrassing myself by falling down again. I made my way to the bathroom but my legs gave up on me half way through. I internally slapped myself and groaned. I fell down supporting my upper bodys weight with my shaking hands. I heard him sigh and saw him stand up. - Why can't you just listen to me once? He asked crouching down to my level. - I already told you why. He traced my lips with his thumb and held my chin up making me gaze into his dark eyes. - If you want to get up so badly, then you have ten minutes to shower and change. I want you outside all done. If you don't finish in 10 minutes, I'll drag you out of the shower and you'll be facing my father and the others naked. ~contains mature content Started: - Finished: 27/ 8/ 2021 Please do not copy, rewrite or re-upload!!! This story is a work of my mind. Sorry if it's simillar to some other story. I didn't get inspiration from any movie or book it just popped in my head. Also this is NOT a TVD or a Twilight fanfic. Thank you for understanding:) RANKING 2021/07/4 #1ST IN HORROR #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMAMCE #1ST IN VAMPIRE ROMANCE RANKING 2021/ 06/ 20 #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMANCE #1ST IN VAMPIREBROTHERS #140TH IN DARKROMANCE #70TH IN HUMANGIRL #15TH IN ROMANCE #3rd IN HORROR #16TH IN VAMPIREROMANCE #395 IN DARK Ranking 2021/06/16 #1ST IN VAMPIREBROTHERS #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMANCE #21ST IN INNOCENTGIRL #76TH IN FANTASY-ROMAMCE

༼۝A story that starts with forbidden love, but then...shit gets real༼۝ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ~ Explicit Sexual Themes 🦋No smut at the start of this story, though it is going to be there after a little slowburn🦋 • I growl, low and rough, as I thrust harder, faster. "Some little bastard bats his lashes at you and suddenly you're ready to say yes?! In front of me? While I was watching?" She bites her lip, whimpering, moaning, that sound that always fucks with my head. My hands grips her thigh, spreading her wider, my pace unforgiving. Because she needs to fucking learn - no, she needs to know that how much I'm hers. And that she's mine. "Daddy's teaching you here something," I hissed against her ear, sweat dripping down my temple. "Every fucking time you even think about letting another guy get close like that, remember this - remember how it feels when I'm buried so deep inside you you can't fucking breathe." Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body arching, those tight, sweet little nipples brushing against my skin, begging for the attention her pussy is throbbing against. Her voice cracks out my name, and i grin, dark and mean. "Yeah, scream it. Let the whole fucking neighbourhood know who owns this sweet little cunt." I slam into her harder, gritting my teeth, my hand gripping her jaw to make her look at me through her dazed, teary eyes. "Keep looking at me when I'm ruining you, Miss Davis." She shivers at that, face turning redder. I say, voice low enough, "you're mine, Vi. My baby, my brat. And when I'm done with you tonight, you'll know exactly why." My pace turns brutal, merciless. Her moans turn into broken sounds, the bedframe creaking under us - • ⚠️ Content warning ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and explicit themes that may be sensitive to some readers. Please avoid reading the story as there's going to be: - Smut - explicit sex A request again to please avoid reading who are uncomfortable. ~

"What are you doing to me, Mila?" He asks against my neck. - "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks softly. I want to kiss you. I don't break eye contact as I ask. "Like what?" She stays quiet for a second, and then looks away from my gaze, like she was afraid to see my reaction to what she was about to say. "Like this is real.." - 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚 is a single mother trying her hardest to provide for her kids, after a one-night stand five years ago Mila was left with one of the biggest responsibilities of her life, at only 18 she hooked up and got pregnant by a guy whose name she didn't even know, what happens when five years later the two reunite and their mutual attraction ignites once again, only this time, stronger. 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 was a busy man, he had a mafia to run and it didn't help that his father was always breathing down his neck to find a bride to marry so he could have an heir to his not so glorious throne, deciding to satisfy his dads orders he sends out his men to find him a bride, what happens when the women he's faced with happens to the the women that has put an imprint in his mind for the past five years, the women who has left him with more then a memory and a hangover. Five years later, when they encounter each other again, his life and hers are thrown into chaos as they find themselves forced to confront the unexpected consequences of that one night. In this intense and emotionally charged story, two lives, two worlds, and two souls collide, and nothing will ever be the same again. ©️𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Aimee Reyes has never had a boyfriend. She's soft-spoken, innocent, and far more comfortable hiding behind a book than flirting in real life. But when her friend installs a random chat app on her phone "just for fun," Aimee stumbles into a conversation she can't stop thinking about. He goes by Mr. L. He asks questions no one's ever asked her. He notices things no one else sees. He speaks in low commands that make her heart race and her body react. What starts as harmless curiosity becomes an addiction. But when their connection deepens past words, and Mr. L asks to see her, Aimee's quiet world shifts. Older. Dominant. Dangerous in all the ways she's never allowed herself to want. And when he touches her for the first time, it isn't just her body he claims. It's her innocence. Her trust. Her soul.

enemies. "Did I not warn you about staying away from me today?" he says as he looks at my eyes. Deeply. My brain stops for a second. His hand is closed around my neck, his face is dangerously close to mine. And I'm breathing heavily. He sees whatever's wrong with me, and stays still for a second, a small smirk forming in his lips. Then, his eyes find my lips. What the hell is happening? My heartbeat fastens as I hold my breath. And his eyes find mine, again. He slowly leans in. His mouth traces my jawline and face. It doesn't touch me, but he's too close I feel his breath. I don't even realize that his hand has released my throat, and I could freely go if I wanted to. But I'm feeling way too many things at the same time. Why aren't you running, Jess? I then feel his lips on my jawline for a second; and I find my hands tugging into his hair, as I breathe a bit too heavily. He then lifts up his face, lips next to my ear. "So. Fucking. Easy." he mutters. © All the characters and the story is owned by me! Thank you.

MxMxFxMxM "It's okay to quit, mami." Elliot whispered in my ear. Shivers shot down my back as I felt him move around me. I stared ahead, my heart beating wildly. The feeling of wooden pole lightly grazing my back. "He's right, honey. You can, we won't be mad." Vincent said. My eyes shot to his from across the mat. He stood there with his hands behind his back. I growled softly. I quickly turned and went to grab the pole but was stopped short when my body was slammed to the ground. "Mmm. Our angry little baby is getting quite frustrated." Close to my face was Sammy smirking at me. He had my body trapped under his. I felt desire and anger boil in me. "You guys don't play fair." I said softly. Sammy chuckled while he was doing that, I shot my knee up and hit his stomach. He yelped out and I quickly shot up. "Ha! I won." I said while doing a little dance. I felt a little kiss on my neck then my arms were being drawn back behind me. My eyes drooped a little as they continued down my neck. "Good job, little one. But what's going to stop you from me?" 𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎ Arabella Davis is a orphan who can't remember anything from the time she is 10. Now that she is 17 she finds herself in a mental hospital but was transferred to a school for the gifted. The Academy of Dark Arts. She meets four mysterious men who find interest in her and now they want her to themselves. DISCLAIMER- THIS IS A GROUP RELATIONSHIP AKA A POLY RELATIONSHIP. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT OR UNDERAGE PLS CLICK OFF!!!!! Thank you