THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

Swallow: a female assassin employed to seduce people for intelligence purposes Caliber 'Cali' Magnum is an assassin credited with more than a hundred kills. After failing a mission, she is forced to go on the run. When she is dragged back into the underworld, she meets him. Nicolò Romano is known to the world as the solemn CEO of Infinite Investments; his identity as the leader of the country's most powerful cartel remains in the shadows. Those who know him fear him; he is a man that demands your attention just by being in the same room. His authority meets her blatant defiance. His life of luxury meets her life in the shadows. TW: violence, death, gore, smut, language Rankings: #1 Assassin #1 Crazy Love Story #1 Spy #1 Blood and Gore #1 Undercover #2 Espionage #2 Sugar Daddy #2 Crime *Photo credits to Pinterest*

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.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 "ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɪᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍʀ. ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ? ᴍᴇ? ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ?" 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧.

I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face. He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if. I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person. "So where we headed?" I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice. His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face. I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face. "You still haven't answered the question." "To hell." I finally manage to choke out. "Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun." *** Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name. Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper. Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her. Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not. But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out? An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢, 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "Luciano." She glared "Tell me what you want darling." I whispered kissing onto her neck lightly. "I want..." She started to say but moaned as my fingers continued to rub gently onto her clit through her underwear. "Get it out, tell me." "Touch me, please." She begged That was good enough for me. - 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓.

Brielle Yves is the new girl, except she's not actually new. She's been to Langston before, but only when she was a little girl hiding in the toilets at lunch because she didn't want to get bullied. Back then, she would let everything slide through her, hurting her feelings and making her feel bad about herself. But now, Brielle is back, and will not let anything slide past her. Grayson Valente, the popular boy. Who everyone sees as perfect, but really he's just boy with a broken heart trying to piece it back together- but it's easier said than done. No one knows the real Grayson, until Brielle comes along obviously. But can they fix each other? Can they find happiness within each other? The Elite Girls Series #1

❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❦ "What are you doing in my fridge?" I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat. "Seriously?" I whispered. He wasn't even fazed by the fact that I could've easily slit his throat. He just stood there, hands behind his back. "And why aren't you wearing any pants?" he asks looking me up and down. He places his hand on my shoulder, shoving me out of the way. I stumbled, almost falling. "Cause yours wouldn't fit," I say trying to shove him back but he didn't budge. He raised a brow at me as he grabbed a water bottle. "I think your ass is to fat," I grin looking him up and down. "Gimme a little twirl, let me see," I wink at him and he stares at me in aware, eyes wide. "You just-" he cuts himself off with a little head tilt. "You're a troubled little girl, aren't you?" he teases, opening his water bottle. "So I've heard," I smile. ❦ MATURE SCENES !! ⚠ HIGHEST RANKINGS 🏆 #1 mentaldisorder #1 stripper #1 badasswomen #1 mentalhospital #1 lying #1 dancer #1 stubbornness #1 fighting #1 thedevil #1 strong-female-character