"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

He suddenly pulled me roughly against his muscled chest, smiling as he knew that he had the upper hand,"Why won't you meet my eyes, Charlie?",he asked with that oh so sexy voice of his that sent shivers down my spine. Good shivers. "L-let me go",I pleaded,"I've got work to do". "It'll take only a snap of my fingers and you'll be unemployed". "I know that",I cleared my throat,"I'm gonna be late". His hold on my waist tightened and he rose his brow,"Why the rush? You are mine". "I'm not yours". He chuckled,"I love this stubborn part of you but let's face it, you belong to me". He leaned in, his breath brushing my neck lightly. I gulped down the immense pleasure that shot through me just from having him close. He was right. I was already too deeply involved with this annoyingly good looking man. I couldn't help it. I guess I do belong to the billionaire after all. • Charlie Garrett is a twenty year old man who works at his family's bakery during the weekend and at an art studio during the week. He doesn't like troublesome things. He's a guy with an easy-going and peaceful life but everything changes when he finds an injured man at the back of the bakery one Saturday night. Charlie belongs to the billionaire. If you touch him, you'll get your hands chopped off. Literally. #1 in lgbt [ 23rd December, 2019 ]. #1 in age gap [ 09 January, 2020 ]. #1 in gaycouple [ 21st January, 2020 ]. #1 in gayromance [ 25th January, 2020 ]. #1 in gaylove [ 04th February, 2020 ]. #2 in mature [ 11th February, 2020 ] #6 in possessive [ 25th December, 2019 ]. #3 in boylove [ 30th December, 2019 ]. #2 in bisexual [ 30th December, 2019 ]. #10 in gay [ 23rd January, 2020 ]. #16 in manxman [ 29th July, 2020 ].

"My submissive are power, strength, bravery, and most of all they stand beside me willing in their position. You stand as strong as you kneel. Am I clear?" His words, like vows to ourselves he builds submission, not as a position under him by the point of weakness or the inability to find strength in ourselves. No. We are destruction and creation that finds power in kneeling. "Yes Master," Celeste speaks proudly. No shake in her voice. "Yes Master," I speak out, proud and understood in my place. ___________________________________ The moment Evita Alonso fell to her knees her tale began. A bond between her and her lovers will find them in a journey of sex, lust, control, submission, pain, secrets, and the face of death.

He slammed me up against the wall, my eyes wide from fear and shock. Alarmed at the force he used to push me and the cold look in his eyes. They held such an intense seriousness int them that it almost scared me. "Don't you ever try to get in my head." For several heartbeats, we stayed in that position. Will my back flat against the wall, our chest centimetres apart, his hands keeping my wrists in a tight grip on either side of my head. His eyes softened. "It's too dark for an angel."

18+, Mature, Kinky, BDSM, Dark. Rose wants to submit to a man, but how does she go about it? How does she keep it from her family, and how does she go about it if she has no experience, but knows what she wants. He wants a new sub. He hasn't had one in years. He heard of this woman who is new and wants a Dom. She seems to fit him on paper, but he doesn't want to train someone who will leave after the first spank.

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

Hello?" "An inmate from Hanely County Jail...." an automated message began. The womans robotic voice chilled me straight through to my bones. "...this call may be monitored." "H-hello?" I asked shakily. "They're letting me out tomorrow. I wouldn't call if I had anyone else Martha, especially on account of your health," a gruff voice came through the other end and I instantly knew who it was. ~ Death has brought Noah back to the town he wanted to forget. A phone call brought him to the boy he couldn't forget. Mature, mature mature, mature

(18+) "When you cry I'll kiss away your tears and if you wake up with nightmares I'll fuck them all away." Nimfa has studied every inch of the human heart, failing hearts is what she knows best. She thought she knew everything she possibly needed to know until she was kidnapped by the Irish mob, Laurie Fraser isn't a regular patient. Normally all her patients want her to save them but Laurie wants the complete opposite, he wants to live a miserable, painful life but Nimfa has never been one to give up so easily. Losing his wife changed him and his wicked ways, a women has never caught his attention after that till she stormed inside his life. His every thought is controlled by her, his body, his mind, his tongue. Both being sex deprived and trapped in a house together with no one else in mind things get steamy and desirable. Is this all it is, sex and games? Or is there more to their relationship than just a bed and rope? the irish mob boss & his russian heart surgeon.