I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

"Chill," I said "You're behaving like you've never gotten a blowjob before." He blushed even deeper if than was possible. "Wait, you've seriously never gotten a blowjob before?" He started to mess with the end of his sweater. "I-I, um, not really." I stared in complete surprise. "Do you want one?" •~•~•~•~• In which an extroverted bad girl meets a shy, virgin boy. Highest Ranking #1 in interracial #1 teenlove #1 in newwriter #1 in blackwoman #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in blackgirlmagic #1 in whiteboyblackgirl #1 in nerd #1 in shyboy #1 in virginboy #1 in 2020 #2 in newstory #4 bwwm #8 in emotional #14 in romance •The pictures I used for this book do not belong to me. • Cover was beautifully done by @MiaBSmith

"Adam is different." "I can handle different. I've dealt with different before." "Yes, but you've never dealt with Adam."

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

"Bend over and spread it Amore mio" he says as he walks towards me slowly I couldn't even move my weak and tired body even if I tried "One more mi amor just one more" he pleads as he flips my body into his favorite position All I could do was pray that I didn't die from one to many orgasms ------------------ Trigger warning ⛔️: there may be some triggering things in this story pls beware Started: August 18,2022 Ended: we don't know yet

"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

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The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

Serenity [Sir-ren-ity] : The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. Chaos [Kay-os] : Complete disorder and confusion. ♕♕♕ With being the Don of one of the biggest and baddest mafia families Luciano was never at ease with himself. He never felt like he was sane. Always shedding blood, murdering, selling drugs, robbing banks. He was so much chaos. He needed peace. Serenity's life was agonizingly calm. She thought it was boring with her simple routine of wake up, eat, read, sleep, maybe- if she's lucky, go out with friends, then repeat. Boring cycle of truth. She wanted some spice. Some chaos. ♕♕♕ "I just told you that I'm making you come with me to Italy- a whole other country and you're response was 'YES' ?" Luciano watched me with admiration in his dark grey eyes. I shrugged, "Yeah. I'm bored. Like..painfully bored." Luciano's eyebrow stayed raised and his eyes stayed admiring my words. "Aren't you a little crazy thing huh Bella..I'll keep that in mind." ♕♕♕ Ever since that 1 night Serenity went out with her college friend group and ran into a murder/torture fight in the tight alley way of Chicago, she's been on Luciano's mind. As him, on hers. The two were attracted to each other because of good and bad things. Luciano's attraction to Serenity was simply because her aura radiated that she was sane. Safe. Serenity's attraction to Luciano was the complete opposite. Call her crazy if you will but, a tall, handsome, Italian mafia Don was exactly what she was craving for. 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 ♕♕♕ STARTED - March 18, 2022 ENDED - February 12, 2023