[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝." "𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭." **** 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚, A cold-blooded, sex addict. No remorse for anything he'd done. Arrogant, rude but very intelligent, simply a total Casanova. He did it with older women, mostly prostitutes. It was a strict rule of his not to fuck anyone younger than him. But, he soon enough broke that rule once someone irresistible entered his life. He was the owner of the popular strip club named 'Green Tigers' that was filled with people who wore masks on their upper faces. He ran a huge drug business with dangerous people involved in it. It was a secret that not even his brother knew. He was a man full of evil smirks, dressed up in suits, and eyes darker and colder than a late night. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡, Filled with seductiveness, playfulness, and a strong sex appeal. Expelled from her previous school, she moves to Seattle, and meets people that connect her to the soulless Leonardo Pierce which instantly attracts her. He stared at her, and she stared at him. They were dying to fuck each other, but they both denied it and acted as if they hated each other. That changed when she entered a strip club, and bravely walked to the Third Floor, where the drug business was located. Pulled by the owner of the club, a mask on his face, she didn't know who he was, but he knew exactly who she was, and used the situation to his pleasure. ••••• Find out what happens in this story, by reading it... ⚠️Tw; contains smut, sexual and aggressive parts.

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

"𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ---------------- 𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐧 & 𝐇𝐢𝐬 THERAPIST . ❦ - 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ONE 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

updates starting again in June Walking past his office door, I hear him talk to someone, and I know he's in a meeting. Karma is a bitch, Alessandro. I walk back into his room, and grab the new white lace set I bought yesterday and wear it. It leaves little to nothing to the imagination. I enter his office, but don't make eye contact with him. I look through his bookshelf, and grab a book, and sit in the chair opposite him. His eyes devour me, and I know that if I looked up at him right now, I would see frustration and lust in his eyes. My arm accidentally drops a pen on the floor and it lands right by his foot. I get off my chair to get it, and end up under the desk. My hand caresses his thigh, and I feel him become tense as his breath hitches. His arm falls under the table, as a warning sign, and I simply grab his hand into mine. Unzipping his pants slowly, and taking out his cock from his boxers, is easy. He's almost fully hard, already, and I use my hands to get him fully hard. My tongue lightly touches the base of his dick, and I hear him release a quiet moan. He's going to make me pay, once he's done with his meeting. That's for sure.

Creamy thighs and dark long hair... Lips pink and plump and... always a dash of red with every black outfit. Body like a goddess and her hands... deadly. Arania Lucèvico a trained assassin from the age of six, the daughter of the most powerful underboss in Italy. She is the heir of the Italian Mafia, as it would be after she killed her brother Demetrius after a series of betrayal from that scum. After her first kill at the age of Six years old... she developed a passion for killing nasty fuckers in the underground business... ironically... nastier fuckers who rape within the familia and whoever is a traitor. killing is in her veins and she doesnt do it without a pause... until Papa's last request. (Grey eyes pierce mine and hold me as if I am in a trance... he is fucking gorgeous. Why can I not pull the trigger... who is he...).... "If you wasn't so fucking sexy... I would blow your brain's out 'princessa'... now...who do you work for?" It was at that moment... he knew... that he FUCKED up

Who knows what an elevator ride with a dangerously sexy man can do to your heart. Meeting charmers was a part of Nora's daily life. But never in a million years had she imagined meeting someone like 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Dangerous and tempting, dominating and powerful, Nora is drawn to him like a magnet. There's an undeniable pull and wicked chemistry between them that she can't explain, and she's fascinated. Well, fortunately for her, billionaires love strong and seductive women. In 𝘢𝘯𝘥 out of bed. No Lies Cover: happypappyme ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2021 happypappyme

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

I didn't know why Julian was so different from my other clients. His voice was the first thing to catch my attention, followed closely by words so hot they lit a fire within me. Everything he said drew me to him like a moth to a flame; but that's the problem with fire. Someone was bound to get burnt. -- Completed as of 14/11/2017. --