When a downcast, introverted, and unmotivated twenty-eight-year-old hooks up with a stranger at a bar, the last thing she expected was to see him at work the next day. What happens when the girl who's sworn off relationships, falls in love with the one man who isn't afraid to break apart the walls she's built? ............ McKenzie Anderson is still trying to piece her life back together after separating from her husband, but she's dug herself into a slump she can't quite get herself out of. Add in an infuriating and devilishly handsome new boss to the mix, things are bound to get a whole lot more interesting in her life. Ethan Thomas is a straight shooter who knows what he wants, and isn't afraid to show it. He's got his eyes set on the feisty blonde, and he's made it his mission to show her love isn't hopeless. From their first wild night together, both Ethan and McKenzie felt the intense and undeniable attraction between them. The closer these two get and the more vulnerable they become, they have to wonder if there's more to their encounters than steamy passion. One thing's for sure, and that's that sparks will fly and hearts will be mended. ~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\ "What is it you want, McKenzie?" He demands, his lips on my neck nibbling and kissing their way up to my earlobe. His hand trails down my skin until it finally reaches the lace material separating my pussy from his fingers. Still staring intently into my eyes, he slowly moves the lace material aside and dips into my hot and ready core. I bit down on my lip, attempting to suppress my moans. This only motivates him to push deeper. His fingers begin to move rhythmically inside of me, pushing me over the edge. "I want you!" I finally release, fully giving into him. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT |18+| |WATTPAD FEATURED| #1 in Sexy #1 in Flirty #1 in Divorce #1 in EroticaStories

"Just three from me Bella." I say before bringing my hand down her ass unexpectedly making her flinch and cry out. I smile when she shifts her ass in the air and I can already smell her sweet arousal. She's drenched and that fact alone has me straining against pants. She relaxes against me and that's when I take my chance to spank her once more. I'm then quick to lay the third one down so it stings worse. She's getting off the pain so the worse the pain, the better the pleasure. She whimpers against my hold and I drift my hand down the back of her thigh to her lace covered pussy to find her panties soaked in her juices, making me groan. "You're a filthy girl for us hm. Only they like being spanked Bella." I whisper as I move her panties to the side but she squeezes her legs shut. Trapping my hand there. I use that as my chance to rub my fingers through her slit making her moan while shuddering. . . . 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐚 She's always been known for being quiet and observant. She tends to stick to herself when she's with people she is not familiar with but the second she's with her people she's a whole different person. Confident but humble, she knows she's smart and beautiful but she doesn't show it in a cocky way. She still has her insecurities especially being a person of colour specifically mixed. But that changes with she meets 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧. Started - 05 November 2022 Finished -

❝ She's like the moon, still managing to shine even when her whole world is dark . ❞ »»----　⚾　----«« [ COLLEGE BASEBALL SPORTS ROMANCE ] They had heard about one another from everyone, including the internet. She was someone who deserved the absolute world, and he was willing to drop everything and anything and give it to her. As someone who just focused on sports, he would do anything for her. She was his first strike, the first girl who won his heart.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kind of person with a sunshine personality that everyone adores- bubbly, nearly always beaming, and looking to spread smiles. Working with your polar opposite might seem like the worst thing that could happen. But around every thundercloud's rain, there comes sunshine. And with the sun and rain, come rainbows. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Featured in Wattpad Teenfiction's 'Funny Bones' Reading list [no idea how that happened lol] [#1 in Adorable | 1# in Cute | 1# in LoveAtFirstSight } [#1 in BadBoy | 1# in Boyfriend| 1# in Fiction ] [#2 in GoodGirl | #2 in Romance] ©All rights reserved, available only on Wattpad [Cover images do not belong to me, all rights reserved by owners]

[MATURE.] "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙." A normal painter, that's what she was to the naked eye. A cold-blooded killer to the unlucky. Verena would step on anyone's throat who disrespected her. If seduction was a person, that would be her. Men don't control her, she controls them. Alluring beauty to pull her victims In. The woman we all want to be. There's coldness behind her eyes though, Is a mystery waiting to be uncovered. Once you break her walls down you find out she's just a little girl pleading for her dad back. "𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙?" A man you shouldn't look at unless you are looking for trouble. He Is the embodiment of the devil himself. Nothing hides behind Vincenzo's eyes besides murder. Torture was the only language he spoke. This Is the man you'd never imagine wanting to stab in the back. The biggest and youngest mafia lord in the world. Nobody could be let in or out of his life. The type of man that would keep your skull on his vanity as a decoration. - [WARNING.] This story contains: Drug/alcohol abuse Abuse Mature scenes/language Murder/crime.

Orphic (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬? ❞ ~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨- 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭: Her past haunted her. It still did, to the point she isolated herself from the terrible world. She was scared of love, she was scared of people caring. She turned cold and the men who changed her would suffer the same fate she did. 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳: He closed off the feelings he felt for people since his mother died. Didn't bother to feel for anyone as well as his brother who if he would he'd kill him. He put a front on the only person who'd be feel for. The day Alvara moved into Nikko's estate for her poor decisions their life changed. Their passion for each other didn't stop them from getting a taste of what they both wanted, each other. In the process her past coming back for second made them both crumble. The Sinner & Devil played a difficult game. From love and passion to her being caught, like she was a prize. What game will win? And what game will destroy them? 12/08/22 - #31 in issues 12/09/22 - #15 in rage 04/21/23 - #1 in attitude

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.