| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

Assistant during the day, and a stripper by night. With loans that needed paying off, Samai had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Recently catching the eye of her boss Lorenzo Moretti, she tries her best to resist him, but Mr. Moretti is persistent. He always get what he wants and he wants her. How long will Samai be able to resist the charms of Lorenzo?

𝗗𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 , 𝗗𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 .. 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 .. 🤷🏾‍♀️- 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗴 - - Rants of my imagination <3🌍 🧖🏾‍♀️𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥🧖🏾‍♀️

𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑👸🏽 💫✨🧚𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦💫✨🧚

{Book 1} Juliana is a 23 years old, foreign exchange student who won an IT scholarship in the U.S. Determined to make new friends while there, she met Carlyssa, a 18 year old girl pursuing her studies in business. Ceasar Ivanov is a 37-year-old, wealthy businessman with a dark past, after leaving his past behind to raise his daughter on his own. Caesar is now a multi-billionaire single dad, looking for a little love in his life. What will happen when their worlds collide? Read to find out more.

***UNDERGOING RECONSTRUCTION*** WILL BE ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!! Empress Black shell was hard and well built while her heart was quite the opposite. She never celebrated her birthdays since her mother's death. Intentionally on that day, she overworks herself but what happens when a certain lawyer pops up at her work on her twenty-first birthday. Saying that her father had died and left all his estates and all his fortune to her. And what also would happen when she moves into one of her father's estates and she meets a neighbor who calls himself, King. What will Empress do when she's finally noticed by someone? Will she run and hide? Or will she allow for her walls to be broken down? Sneak Peek...... Seeing how bright it was it hadn't taken her long to notice that it was a full moon out tonight. Tempted to go on her balcony...That she did, curious to see the moon and possibly to peak at King's house. She hesitantly made her way over to the balcony. It was quiet now, with no sound of music and no sign of persons in his yard. Seems as though he had ended his party. Looking up at the moon with her dark brown eyes she couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on her. Empress turned herself to where King's house was before spotting a man figure on the balcony. Narrowing her eyes to focus her vision she gulped as her dark brown eyes took in the glory. There he was Jong-Woo butt-ass naked standing on his balcony drinking a glass of scotch. "Holy shi-" She mouthed as her eyes met with Jong-Woo's lower half. Is that a fucking third leg?! Jong-Woo smiled raising his glass towards Empress as his eyes stared at her chest in desire. To involved in King's nudeness, Empress hadn't noticed that her robe had gotten loose. Leaving her plump breasts out on display. And damn, were her nipples hard.

"I love you too much, which is why it hurts me to have to do this." ©BadBusanBxtchesOnly 2019 Started: 1/20/2019 Ended: 12/10/2020 HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in #minyoongifanfic 🖤 #1 in #minyoongifanfiction 🖤 #1 in #yoongifanfic #4 in #sugafanfic 🖤 #7 in #sugafanfiction 🖤

{UNDER EDITING!! WORKING ON FURTHER CHAPTERS AT THE MOMENT!!} - Min Yoongi fanfic - He ain't know that a big girl could bust down and she ain't know that he could get with it. ---- All Rights Reserved.

AMBW Another Korean mob story :)

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild