His hands were everywhere. On her breasts, her navel, her thighs.. His mouth enveloped hers, as he gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands fell to his belt buckle, and she flicked it loose. He growled in response, and literally ripped her dress right off her body. He picked her up, and pressed her against the wall, his hands holding her up by her ass, her legs on each of his shoulders. He let out a primal growl, and buried his face between her thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and she moaned. His tongue swirled over her clit, circling it over and over until she whimpered, and an orgasm unfolded. He didn't stop there, but instead continued eating her out, eventually dipping his tongue inside her. She moaned, her hands threading through his hair, holding him against her. "Oh gosh.." she gasped, and another orgasm ripped through her. "I'm going to make you come again and again...and again." He whispered against her entrance. She shuddered, bucking her hips, his tongue driving her insane as he lathed her clit. She cried out, as she came again, and he hungrily lapped up her juices. "You taste so fucking good.." he whispered, his voice a low husky growl... Dragged into the darkest depths of hell, by the grasp of her devious step father Mattius, Elise finds herself struggling to find her way back into the light...tempted by his charming smile, and his baritone voice, she's trapped within a world of her making...with a man made of sin incarnate.

She is the definition of water. Powerful enough to drown you, but just as delicate enough to cleanse you. She is irreplaceable. The unassailable longing for love and affection that she never received, molded her into stone. She is unstoppable. A lone girl shredded to pieces and tossed into the wind. A heart covered with walls as tall as time. She is Dangerously shattered. Scarlett D'Angelo. A girl who has been abused, forgotten, hated. only to have it craft her into becoming powerful, underestimated, independent girl. An unstoppable force. - As the truth unravels before her, she finds out her life was an on going cycle of lies. Brothers who live across the country take her under their care with little to no consent from her. But what she doesn't know is that they are some of the most dangerous people in the world. The fear she used to know is nothing compared to them. The D'Angelo family known as leaders, killers, and powerful men and women. Their whole life and generations before run the Italian mafia. The strongest. The most merciful. The most dangerous Mafia in the world. Will their world hurt her in the end? Or will she thrive in the world of violence? Will she be able to expose her past to them? Or will she keep her haunting past to herself and let it destroy her? ---------- rankings #12 in family problems #16 in gore #3 in drunk #3 in character development #14 in guns #5 in gang violence #1 in drug abuse #5 in powerful #1 in secretive #114 in dangerous #78 in overprotective #536 in depression #101 in little sister Started: September 2nd, 2024 ongoing!

"Open it, my little siren" HIS voice was velvet-dark. "Your king has spoken.The sooner you obey the sooner this ritual begins." "I will not!" she spat. A low chuckle escaped him. "Ahh, such a queenly refusal.Fierce.Untamed." His fingers paused at the first button of her shirt. "But if my queen will not undress herself,then her king must do his duty." Her nails slashed across his chest,leaving red trails.He traced them with a smile. "Do you feel this?" he whispered. "Every mark you carve into me is your signature,little siren.Your claim." He leaned closer. "I am already yours.Entirely.Irrevocably. Your king, branded by his queen." 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery.No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public,cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones,painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little siren? 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guide

🔞⚠️ *** "Confess! Confess how much you get wet when I look at you while I'm on that podium, how your nipples harden sharply beneath your clothes, and how your skin blazes with heat every time my eyes lock onto yours." His words didn't merely reveal a secret; they ripped through me, sinking deep into my flesh and igniting a slow-burning fire beneath my skin. The warmth spread like wildfire, searing every nerve ending. His words tasted like sin-heavy, forbidden, intoxicating. His hands curved possessively around my waist, pulling me into the dangerous gravity of his presence, his breath whispering dark promises hot against the back of my neck. So close, so raw-his body pressed against mine spun a web of wicked temptation that made my knees weak and my thoughts slip free. I wanted to fall, to lose myself completely in this sin that we were weaving between us, hungry and unrepentant. Our love was a shadow creeping over sacred ground, forbidden as the fruit God guarded fiercely. Like Adam and Eve before us, we stood trembling on the edge of damnation, reaching for that tantalizing knowledge we were told to avoid. But this time, it wasn't Eve who tasted the fruit first -it was Adam. And Father Lazarus didn't just nibble quietly; no, he devoured the entire apple in one reckless, desperate bite, swallowing sin whole without pause. ******

Mr.Martinez was drawn to his brightest student, Delilah Herrera. Delilah has had a crush on him for a long time but knew that nothing could ever happen between them and remains oblivious to his love for her. Little does she know... that Mr.Martinez wouldn't let anyone else have her. Planning to complete this book soon with ±30 chapters <3

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the heat of his touch, the fire in his gaze, the way he consumes me with a single look. But I do. Every stolen moment, every forbidden inch of him pulls me closer- leaving me trembling, wanting more, needing more. Alessandro Romano is obsession made flesh. And I am helplessly, hopelessly his. In his arms, I am fragile and fearless. Innocent and undone. Lost and found, all at once. And as desire becomes temptation, temptation becomes craving, I realize there's no escape from the fire between us... And I don't want there to be. #2 in Vixen 🏅10/04/2023 #1 in Secrecy 🏅 02/09/2024 #1 in DaddyIssues 🏅 22/09/2025

I am Zariah Valemont-daughter of Cassian Valemont, granddaughter of Thaddeus Valemont, and basically raised with more money than common sense. Yes, being born rich means I got everything I wanted... Except him. My bodyguard. Like every classic billionaire-princess story, I fell for him. And like every disrespectful plot twist, he didn't fall for me back. Instead chose my sister. My first heartbreak-because obviously he was my first love and apparently also my first rejection. Did I cry? Maybe. Did I chase him? Of course not. I have dignity. So, I flew to another city, ready to restart my life and avoid complicated men. And guess what happened? I met an even colder man. Like Antarctica-with-anger-issues cold. Dimitri Draven And I don't know why, but... I think I have a thing for cold men. A real thing. 😉

⚠️warning⚠️ this book contains mature content and abuse. This Is the first warning and will not be the last. Andrei Volkov is the head of the Russian Mafia. He's ruthless, dangerous, rich and has every woman on their knees begging for him to take them. He's never loved anyone, since his past has left him unable to do so. Skylar Jones; homeless and without any family. She's the kindest and the most selfless person you will ever meet even without money. One day, Skylar meets two men that work for the Russian Mafia. They offer her job that she has a tough time refusing even with the strings attached. What will poor innocent Skylar do when she meets the Andrei? Will she fall madly in love like the rest or simply think him as another man? WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN TRIGGER STUFF TO SOME PEOPLE. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY THE THOUGHT OF RAPE OR ABUSE, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

Count Dracula wakes up after 2000 years and the only thing he wants, desires and yearns for is to find her and make her his ;the woman he had been promised through years and years of prophecy. Yet this elf princess who captured his soul by just breathing comes with a lot of baggage in the form of curses and a destiny given mission to kill him. Erinna is the most powerful elf to have ever been born and stands by her duty. She doesn't care for fabled prophecies making her mate to the most evil tyrant to ever walk the earth which does not make sense in itself since a union between a vampire and elf will result in a curse that would wipe out both races. The only prophecy she believed was the one that said she'd kill him. What are these two going to do especially when Dracula hungers and yearns for Erinna with a desire bordering on insanity? Will she be able to fight the uncontrollable attraction and bond she has with him and not succumb to her darkest desires? I obviously suck at summaries. Just read the book. Beta Reader @LightningThiefGirl

One twirl, one moment, and everything changed... She wanted to sway with the wind and experience the breeze. She wanted to be so much more than whispered words of insanity. She was delusional, and her storm was showing no mercy.