And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....

~If Love is a drug, then I want to be high on you forever. If Love is a crime then I wanna be your victim but if Love is an Addiction then I wanna get insanely Addicted To You. I chuckled as he removed my robe. 'You are honest, Liam but sometimes immature,I thought you said you couldn't cope with me' He said trailing kisses in between my breasts. I pulled him closer to me. Everyone has an addiction, mine just happens to be you. . . Brianna Anderson hasn't met anyone that caught her interest. Well, all that is about to change in the course of one sexy night. Meet Liam Paige, wealthy and cute are his characteristics coupled with fact that he's great in bed making him a sex freak. They meet in a very unusual way involving a one night stand. Will she flip his world making him realize that there is more to just sex or will he flip her on his bed instead? He's desperately Needs A Fuck while She's Bad At Love. What's gonna happen next in this suspense filled novel? .

HANNAH I've spent my entire twenty-one years on this earth in the background. Walked over by friends. Family. Strangers. And I didn't see a problem with it; I'd rather nobody pay attention to me. It was safer that way. Easier. Until I got the wrong kind of attention. Lev Somov caught me running from an impromptu crime I was committing against my ex-boyfriend, and in that moment, he somehow decided I was worth giving his attention to. All the bad kinds of attention. Next thing I know, he's watching over me, hijacking my job and becoming my client. And then he takes things above a level I never thought possible. He is a monster, incapable of feeling any type of remorse or guilt for anyone and anything, including me. All I can hope for is that I make it out of this obsession alive. LEV This life wasn't meant for me, but now that he's gone, it's mine for the taking. And no one is going to stop me. I've shown my loyalty through blood, and I make no plans to change my future. Especially not for the little kukolka I found stumbling into the wrong alleyway. I'll take my time before I break her. And then, the Dynasty will be mine.

❝I-i can't take it.❞ I whimper pathetically and his hold on my neck tightens as he leans down to whisper into my ear. ❝Shhh..you can. You can take it,baby❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ The line between hate and lust blurs when a girl decides to tempt her godfather. It's a bad decision,he's a bad man. But Tanya has always craved the illicit. ━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐎. Princess of the Russian Bratva. She's everything chaotic, everything reckless but sweet,nontheless. Tanya adores a lot of things,but she is irrevocably in love with a man that's off limits,a man whom she can't have. A man whom she shouldn't even maintain eye contact with for her own good. However,Tanya has always been one to take risks. A complete brat at heart. And she's set her eyes on him. 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐕. A man of control. He has it all. Men seek power,but Kirill wields an unfathomable amount of it. He's an enforcer,a heartless bastard. They say the eyes are windows to the soul,but when one looks into his,they see no soul. Kirill would rather pop ten Tylenols into his mouth and wash them down with Vodka than spend another minute with his goddaughter. To him,she's an itch that won't go away. A damn tease. One that drives his lustful impulse till he's doubting his disdain for her. An unfortunate incident makes them tie the knot,and Kirill is hellbent on avoiding his wife. But how long will he run when she continues making his life miserable till he gives in to his carnal urges. They're bad for each other,but they're exactly what they need. She fixes his heart for him,and he wrecks himself for her.

DISCLAIMER: Sample ONLY. The book will be available for purchase on AMAZON from January 22nd. Camilla has lived and worked all her life in the manor with her mother, the housekeeper. After her death, her boss, the Duchess Hawthorne, became the closest she has ever had to family-until she passed away, too, leaving nothing but uncertainty in her future. The manor is inherited by the duchess' nephew, the only blood-related member eligible to take over the entire estate. To Vincent Hawthorne, this is nothing but some extra wealth and the perfect reason to move out from under his mother's controlling personality. To Camilla, the change means fear. The inherent fear that these newcomers will get rid of her and deprive her of the only thing she has ever known as home. But when the hot, sexy bachelor duke claims his inheritance, none of them was expecting the late noblewoman to ensure Camilla's place in the manor...and in the duke's life. Tension and attraction nest within them, bringing the new boss and his employee impossibly closer and creating love where it shouldn't. But the upper crust has always been rotten from the inside, and the fragility of their feelings may not survive scot-free. Is Hawthorne Mansion hiding darker secrets than expected? Or will Vincent's duties stay in the way of their happiness?

Quinn, a struggling young lawyer, is given a final chance to prove herself. But when her next client turns out to be her handsome billionaire bully from school, Liam Steele, sparks fly as they navigate a high-stakes legal case together, blurring the lines between business and pleasure. Caught between professional ambition and undeniable attraction, Quinn must decide whether to risk it all for love. ********** "I promise you can have me to fuck four times a month," I whispered out, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I made the agreement. Stopping in his tracks, Liam turns around, a smirk playing on his lips as he stares at me, his gaze filled with satisfaction. "Good girl," his tone filled with approval as he addressed me, "now I want you to fucking position yourself in the way you'd like to be dominated," Liam demands possessively, his words filled with obscenity, leaving me biting my lips in anticipation.

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my new brother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

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

Dahlia Wellburg hates her misery as much as she loves it. She sees herself as a stone: ordinary and unwanted. Yet, they know her to be a rose: soft, but with thorns. . . . Mature Content. Check the tags.

"Are you sure you're one of the girls? You seem like a spy to me. Are you spy, Arabella?" My name rolled of his tongue perfectly and I stood completely still as he took another step closer to me. "You know, it's my job to eliminate spies." "Eliminate me huh? I'd like to see you try." I was surprised by my response, just as much as he was, and he raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. "Is that a challenge? I like a challenge." *** I never wanted any of the lives set out for me. Unfortunately in the new world where the monarchy has taken over, there was never a choice for a girl like me. At 18, I'm forced to leave the academy. It's a horrible place where young girls are groomed to become the perfect wives, and yet it's the only home I've ever know . Now I'll either become a human incubator, breeding children for the kingdom, or sold at auction to a man who would make me his wife and slave. Little did I know I would become a chosen one. Forced to compete in the coming-of-age competition to win the heart of the Prince and the crown. All were terrible fates, but only one included him. ___________________________________________ - completed - Mature sexual content Cover credits go to Devilishwritings