"If you think you're going to leave me, you're sadly mistaken. You, Sasha, are mine. I thought I made that clear?" "W-What?" She asked. "Did I stutter?" Her hand reeled back in an effort to slap me but before it could reach my face I grabbed it. I pulled her closer to me. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear. "You, are, mine." I laid soft kisses down her neck and I felt her melt into me. "Calum, stop, this isn't apart of the d-deal." "The deal ended as soon as you left me sweetheart." After Calum Jones, a desperate homeless man, breaks into the house of Sasha Pierce, a multimillionaire with good style, he finds himself under her wing. Things start to get intense. Will he fall in love? Or will he terminate the agreement before the time is due?

A witcher comes across a slave in a barn next to the inn he is staying in when he is going to on a monster hunt. Jaskier is immediately in love with her and slowly it becomes apparent that Jaskier isn't the only one. The odd thing is she doesn't age. She stopped aging at the age of twenty and being in her sixties now she she still looked exactly the same. But what really keeps her young and will her past catch up to her?

[brother's best friend & rockstar] Juliette has sworn off players and bad boys after her last boyfriend. But when her brother gets her a spot as the photographer for his friend, rockstar and notorious playboy, Logan Alexander's tour, she finds that may be easier said than done. He puts her self control to the test, but Logan, with his walls built up sky high, never expected that she would test his too. 18+ only! Fair warning that there will be explicit sexual content. -------------- "I don't think I believe you don't want my hands on you, Freckles. The look in your eyes tells a different story. You want to know what I think?" He asked and I was silent, the feeling of his fingers, now swirling below my navel, was overwhelming me. "I think you can't stop thinking about me. I think you have been dreaming about the way I touched you." My breath caught in my throat and the look on his face told me he could tell. "I bet you even touched yourself, thinking about the way my cock felt pressed against your thin little panties." Every inch of my body was burning so hot I thought smoke might start rising from my skin. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it was stoking something inside me I didn't know existed. "Did you make yourself cum thinking about losing control with me, Princess?" I gulped, the words stuck deep in my throat. He was right but I couldn't give him that satisfaction. I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to summon words. "So if I were to slide my fingers down," His hand slipped inside the top of my jeans, toying with the lace of my panties, "into your sweet, little pussy, you're saying you wouldn't be all wet for me, Freckles?" I was practically panting. What was I doing before this? I couldn't seem to remember how I got here anymore. I shook my head, no. "Should we test that theory, baby?"

Step-niece on a camping trip with step-daddy and step-uncle. This is a sexual fantasy. Does not look at the aspect of norms, so read only if you are okay with some extreme lovemaking.

Welcome to Sex Driven. 18+. Contains - Sex and Language

Book 1 of FORBIDDEN series. #Aanya and Viraj. A college student who becomes pet of her professor due to circumstances. A highly mature smut novel with a loose plot which is no better than bullshits. Genre: BDSM, Erotica. Not suitable for under 18. 🔞 Trigger Warning This novel is intended for 18+ mature readers. It contains adult themes including explicit intimacy, BDSM elements, dark romance dynamics, toxic behaviour, emotional intensity, toxic relationship patterns, and morally grey ML. Reader discretion is advised. The situations and relationships shown are fictional and dramatized. Proceed at your own risk.

18+ 🔥 "Stop fighting," he murmurs, his lips barely grazing mine. "Be a good girl for me." All she wanted was to escape her toxic home life. Instead, she's stolen away in the night by a man as dangerous as he is devastatingly irresistible. ~ Author's Note: This version has been revised to comply with platform guidelines. Content Advisory: This story contains dark, graphic, and mature themes, including violence, psychological manipulation, and sexual content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked my sworn enemy. "Have you lost your damn mind!" I scream at the top of my lungs. This bitch better answer me before I lose my shit. "HELLOO!" I get closer this time. Now I'm directly in his face screaming at him. "WILL YOU FUCKING AN- mmfp." I was suddenly cut off by his lips on mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch like he's starving. He lets me go and I have to gasp in order to catch my breath. I already know my face is flushed and red. "Are you done princess?" He asked in his dark gravely tone. Dammit if he doesn't stop with this princess thing I think I may fall in love. "Yes, now what the fuck was that for?" I took a step back, so he doesn't decide to just kiss me again. I can't do that again. I am almost one hundred percent sure my panties are soaked. "You were talking too much." Then he just walked away. God he's such an asshole! ~*~ Clara is stuck in this hell hole of a place because of the fact that her parents are blackmailing her to stay. Will she be able to find love here with a certain Kylo Miller or will she push him away because she's scared of being hurt again? I guess we'll find out together. ~*~ THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN: Mature language Mature themes Explicit sexual scenes Mentions of death Mentions of Eating disorders

Title change from 'Apollo And Me' to 'My Demonic Soulmate' Adrianna always thought that everyone had that voice in their head that told them 'dont touch that', 'run' or 'dont go in there'. Most people called it intuition saying it was their subconscious keeping them from danger. The only difference with her 'subconscious' was that it was a mans voice that called himself Apollo, and he was NEVER wrong. ***This is a work of fiction and the rules and prices of my "strip club" are made up. Since this is a work of fiction, all rules and prices are made up. Suggestions, however, are always accepted.

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.