▱▱▱▱ They were polar opposites, two different worlds, two different people, but for some reason she was infatuated with him and him her. She was drawn to to his dark, notorious personality while he was drawn to her purity and innocence, but there was a past that drew a line between them, a past of heart wrenching ache that Dario couldn't seem to pass. So, he kidnapped her and introduced her to a world where he would punish her her for the deeds done by her parents, he was going to fuck her to his satisfaction and corrupt her to his heart's content. He was going to use and abuse her to his heart's desire. Then he would kill her. ▱▱▱▱ 𝑵.𝑩. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭! © All rights reserved Ranked: # 41 on sexual # 1 on handsome devil # 1 on sexual intercourse 3/9/2021

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 • "I want you to get on your knees and wrap your pretty lips around my cock." He looked down at the girl as she did nothing but obey. He hummed in content before he roughly grabbed her hair, pushing himself further down her throat. She belonged to him. - In which a greatest desire, a temptation though a crime he was willing to commit, just as much as the others that rested with his name. A sin so strong to the point where he started to called her, his. His to keep. To be his forever. ••• |𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁| 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝟭 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗩𝗔'𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦

Suddenly, a painful wince left her mouth as she was dropped onto the floor, her skin making contact with the cold floor. Although she avoided eye contact, she could see her backpack being dragged away from her. Tears flowed down her cheeks when she heard the contents rattling down onto the floor. The erotica landed there almost perfectly on display for him. He noticed the book instantly and chuckled, picking it up and analysing it like some sort of piece from a museum. "Honestly, I always knew you were a freak," he said, lowly, stalking towards her. His large hands wrapped around the sides of her waist, lifting her up again as if she weighed no more than a feather. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his torso, the material from her skirt bunching up at her waist. "Always reading those types of books," she could smell his cologne. "Remember when you came up to me, showing me a book where the girl called her boyfriend something when they were fucking, hm?" he asked, and smirked when her body tensed. Alina remembered that day too well for other reasons. That discovery was only the beginning. "Then I said you can call me that, it was only a joke, Lina," she looked up to him innocently when she heard the nickname, "But it became so normal, because you loved calling me that, didn't you?" he whispered into her ear. The girl in his arms didn't dare say a word and because of that, he pushed her further into the wall until her back was completely against the wall. The gap between her and him was also becoming smaller. A little gasp left her lips when she felt him grinding himself on her. She bit her lips, shamelessly enjoying the feeling with the guy she swore to hate, when really, she still loved him. "And what was the word?" he already knew. A blush decorated her face. "D-daddy..." she moaned, barely audible. ・❥・best friends to enemies to lovers ・❥・ ・❥・warning; DDLG, verbal abuse, self-harm, dirty talk, smut ・❥・

❃ The Rich Man and His Fire Dancer ❃ "Dance for me like the bad girl you are, Nyra." Angelo circled me, stopping in front of me and looking up and down the belly dancing outfit I had on. No man has ever been this up close to me. They were forbidden. I wanted to push him away but I enjoyed the sinful sensation of his presence near mine. It made my core drip with desire. "I dance with fire, Mr Santis, you wouldn't want to get burned." Angelo chuckled darkly, the back of his fingers stroking up the curve of my side before wrapping his hand around my back, pulling me close to his face. His minty breath fanned my face and goosebumps pricked at my skin. "Aww, bambola, you have no idea how much I am burning to have you withering under me," He whispered against my neck, lightly brushing his cushioned lips against my pulse. ❃ Angelo De Santis, the most handsome young and rich bachelor with women that surround and fall to their knees to plead like angels,begging to spend a night with him. Flirt, charmer, hypnotist. These are his traits yet one woman doesn't fall for them and he wants her. Nyra Marianacci, a beautiful woman hidden in the darkest club of Manhattan. Not a stripper. Not a ballerina yet she has obtained both qualities. Innocent yet sinful. She picks at her victims, injecting her venomous poison of temptation and feeds off of the men's desire to have her, but there's a catch. They can't. They can only see her from afar. Touching her is forbidden. When these two collide at a celebration of Angelo De Santis's victory at the club, will he indulge in her temptation or will she bend the rules to dance to his tunes?

"I'll never be your Queen!" Princess Viola spat at him, her voice laced with determination. King Archer leaned forwards on his throne, glaring at her. "I'll give you one more time to rephrase yourself," he said sharply, with a look in his eyes that dared her to repeat herself. Princess Viola, sat upright, her voice burning with resentment, as she looked deep into his eyes, "I'd rather work as a slave for the rest of my life than ever becoming your Queen." King Archers' anger flared as he got up from his throne, walked down the stairs, and grabbing her by her jaw roughly as he tightened his grip making it ache under his touch. With her face mere centimeters away from his he threatened, "Then so be it." Viola tried her best not to flinch under his painful grip as she stubbornly held their gaze. Tightening his grip one more time, before finally letting go of her jaw he shouted, "Get her the fuck out of my sight!" -------------------------- Princess Viola is the only one to survive a ruthless rebellion and is helplessly at the hands of the new King. When she refuses to become his Queen he enslaves her with the goal to make her regret her decision as he resents her and her family.