He's a big man with a dark desire, and he's way older than her. The little naive girl who can't help but do as he says. She shouldn't, but she enjoys the way his hand moves up against her thigh. Warning! age gap of 11 years It's a dirty, dark, and short story - enjoy

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

These west coast socialites are dangerously good looking and charming with bank accounts bigger than your parents' savings, successful careers, and smiles as sickly sweet as sugar. They are unbelievably perfect. Then again, looks are deceiving and believe me when I say they would do anything to get the top. Includes: mature themes, violence, recreational drug use

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. I thought the worst thing that would happen to me was my mom passing away, but boy was I wrong. From having my dad go to jail, moving in with my abusive aunt and uncle, and a toxic on and off relationship things looked like the end. To cope I searched for an escape and used any means necessary good or bad. One day things went too far and I knew things needed to change. However, I didn't think the change would be me moving to a new state to live with my moms friend that I don't even remember. Now I'm stuck in a house with five sinfully hot and rich guys that want nothing to do with me. They don't trust me and I don't trust them. Never being one to back down I'll make them accept me. However, it's becoming harder and harder to play this game when it feels like something in them is calling to them? No matter how much we hate each other we just keep being pulled back. Will our own demons get in the way or help us heal our still bleeding wounds and will my past keep coming back to haunt me? The Mitchell boys is a reverse harem novel meaning that the lead Christian (Chris) will end up with multiple love interests. Some topics might not be appropriate for younger viewers. TW: drug use, addiction, violence, abuse, and disordered eating habits.

Reese Price moves to a different continent, not by choice, of course. An orphan and the youngest of five brothers, moving was the last thing she wanted to do and going to a new school was even higher on her not-wanting to-do list. She wanted to be invisible for the last two years of high school. She wanted to keep her head low and let her twin brother steal the new kid spotlight. Keyword: wanted. I mean, who wouldn't notice the British girl that comes from one of the richest families in the world. With a laugh that echoes wherever she goes like a blazing wildfire, it's hard not to just get lost in her. And just like when a wildfire hits, no one is safe. In her laugh, there is everything he needs. But, what is everything? Laughter usually hides more than it reveals. As certain secrets find their way out and circumstances arise, will Reese's laughter remain intact or will life finally take the best of her? "A laugh a day keeps the fat away." -Reese Price ----- Excerpt: "'You want me to meet your friends, right?" I walk up to him and his friend. "I'm Reese and that is my twin brother Roman. He's older than me by ten minutes and loves to make my life miserable. I love long walks on the beach, oh and falling for my brother's best friends is kind of my thing." Then I add, "I'm usually on the fuck and chuck basis with them, so you won't have to worry about me being some sort of psycho-stalker chick.' Roman's face pales. And that ladies and gentlemen, is how you get payback."' © 2019 AmoraNext All Rights Reserved

"Um, hi," I say, my voice quivering under their gazes. "Hello, little one," the leader -- Caspian -- says. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun, don't you?" ~~~~~ When Gwendolyn Sage waltzed into Whitmore Academy, she didn't expect her dorm to be placed next to the bad boys of the school. After escaping an abusive home, she hopes to refresh and reform her life by living at the academy and staying under the radar, but Caspian Thorn, Atlas Montgomery, and Roman Whitmore throw a wrench in her plan. ~~~~~ !!WARNING!! This is reverse harem (FMC ends up with 3 men) and a standalone. Also: this is not paranormal - the term "demons" is used in a purely figurative way. all chapters with mature content will be marked with an asterisk (*). This story will be marked as mature when I mark it as complete. 26/30 chapters done (plus epilogue)

When Avalon West's parents are sick of her attitude, they ship her across the world to a boarding facility in England. There she meets the Elites: a high class group consisting of five of the richest and most powerful children in the whole of England. One of the Elites is named Theo Woods, their mysterious leader, who will literally turn Avalon's world upside down. Completed

The Perfect Recipe For Love: One imprisoned Mafia Don, Two spoonfuls of Sexiness, A pinch of Cockiness, And a pair of Handcuffs. All served with a healthy side of Sex.

She's probably psychotic. She's unbelievably innocent, doesn't even know the meaning of most cuss words. She loves her pictures and has a horrible sense of direction. She blindly trusts whomever she stumbles upon, causing them to either be touched or take advantage of her pure heart that only wishes to love everyone. She is beautiful, so truly beautiful inside and out. And I don't understand why in Hell's name I can't get her out of my head. She drives me crazy with worry, why does she have to so damn trusting?! For heaven's sakes! She trusted ME of all shitty people. A damned gang leader who almost blew her pretty little head off her petite shoulders. And I have never felt so savagely protective over anyone in my entire life. My beautifully innocent angel.