(Book one of the DeLuca series) SMUT WARNING 🔥🤫 ______________________________________________ "How much" he asked "I'm not a prostitute" I said and he removed the hair that was laying on my shoulder. "I didn't say you were" he whispered into my ear as his fingers drew small circles on hips. Swallowing hard I closed my eyes when he gently sucked my earlobe. "So how much" he asked after backing away. Easing off the door I turned around to meet his beautiful blue eyes. My panty was already wet just by looking at him but I wasn't going to have him turn me into a hooker the first day I choose to do this. "Okay I'll give you 2000 euros" he said and my eyes widened. I needed the money but I can't do this "I'm sorry but I'm not a prostitute" I said walking away before picking up my coat. DO NOT COPY OR TWIST MY STORY TO YOUR OWN. I PUT ALOT OF TIME AND WORK INTO MY BOOKS SO DO NOT STEAL THEM⚠️⚠️⚠️ (Book cover by _navyblueee_)

[18+] MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ "Are you going to hurt me?" Evalyn said slowly, taunting. "I could easily knock the breath out of you, lass," Elijah growled, "I just need to press hard, on the right spot." "Do it." She dared him, though her voice was uneven, her cheeks were red. "No," He said simply, making her relax, "Because there are other ways to knock the breath out of you." ───────────────────── S Y N O P S I S After receiving a letter from her dead father at her college graduation, Evalyn Gonzalez finds herself crawling back to her home town. She's hell bent on uncovering the truth surrounding his passing because what was thought to be a suicide years ago, may no longer be one. It turns out nothing is what it once seemed to be. Or rather no one. Evidentiary files have gone missing. Key witnesses are dead. And then there's ruggedly-handsome, reckless and troubled Elijah Blue, who Evalyn can't seem to help crossing paths with.

Brett Black is a 34-year-old man who is broken, inside and out, with two kids to look after on his own since his wife's passing. But when his friend, and business partner, suggests that his daughter, nineteen-year-old Olivia Davis, should babysit for him things begin to change. Brett notices how Olivia isn't the baby he once held years ago anymore, and that she had matured into a young woman who was perfect, inside and out. What happens when attraction comes into play? It's wrong, they both know that, but is it enough to stop the burning desire they feel for each other?

"Look at you darling.All whining and crying, like the little slut that you are". "P-please",I pleaded as tears rolled down my cheeks.I couldn't take it anymore.If he doesn't let me finish this time, I think I might pass out. "Beg for it and I might give you what you want, baby.What do you say when you want something from me?".I moaned unable to focus on anything except all the pleasure that was surging through my body like wild fire due to the vibrator. "Maybe I should punish you some more for being such a brat today.I think that will teach you not to defy me again". "I a-am sor-sorry. I won't do it again,ple-please let me finish.I want it so bad,please I will do anyth-thing",I stuttered pathetically as more tears streamed down my face. "Dirty little liar" Highest Ranking- #1 in Imaginary (14 May 2023) #1 in Imaginary (9 June 2023)

Suddenly, a painful wince left her mouth as she was dropped onto the floor, her skin making contact with the cold floor. Although she avoided eye contact, she could see her backpack being dragged away from her. Tears flowed down her cheeks when she heard the contents rattling down onto the floor. The erotica landed there almost perfectly on display for him. He noticed the book instantly and chuckled, picking it up and analysing it like some sort of piece from a museum. "Honestly, I always knew you were a freak," he said, lowly, stalking towards her. His large hands wrapped around the sides of her waist, lifting her up again as if she weighed no more than a feather. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his torso, the material from her skirt bunching up at her waist. "Always reading those types of books," she could smell his cologne. "Remember when you came up to me, showing me a book where the girl called her boyfriend something when they were fucking, hm?" he asked, and smirked when her body tensed. Alina remembered that day too well for other reasons. That discovery was only the beginning. "Then I said you can call me that, it was only a joke, Lina," she looked up to him innocently when she heard the nickname, "But it became so normal, because you loved calling me that, didn't you?" he whispered into her ear. The girl in his arms didn't dare say a word and because of that, he pushed her further into the wall until her back was completely against the wall. The gap between her and him was also becoming smaller. A little gasp left her lips when she felt him grinding himself on her. She bit her lips, shamelessly enjoying the feeling with the guy she swore to hate, when really, she still loved him. "And what was the word?" he already knew. A blush decorated her face. "D-daddy..." she moaned, barely audible. ・❥・best friends to enemies to lovers ・❥・ ・❥・warning; DDLG, verbal abuse, self-harm, dirty talk, smut ・❥・