What can go wrong when a soon-to-be bride spends her last hours of freedom with a stripper that goes by the name Londyn?

{COMPLETE} "Have you ever been touched like this before Harry?" She whispers and he whimpers against her touch. "N-no." He stutters, fighting the urge to give into temptation. He was just an innocent, sweet, virgin church boy. She was determined to change that. The only thing preventing that from happening was a mischievous boy named Louis. Highest Ranking: #3 in Harrystylesfanfic All rights reserved @stylesxwriter, 2016©️

" You really aren't in any position to be making demands, hot shot" I say pushing the blade harder against his neck. He chuckles deeply before leaning into the blade " and you, little devil, should know by now I'm not scared of you." A shiver runs down my spine. I'm fucked. I lower the knife slowly as my eyes flick down to his lips. Don't do this, Sage. Either walk away or kill him, those are your options. His hand slowly cups my face as he grabs my chin. He tilts it up forcing me to look at his eyes. With that one look everything stops. I am so beyond fucked it's not even funny. How the fuck did I get here. "Now correct me if I'm wrong, little devil, but I believe my eyes are up here," That stupid smirk crosses his lips as he continues " if you keep staring I might get the impression you want something from me." He lowers his mouth to my ear " Say the word and I'm yours Sage."

The contract that once bid them together was now torn to shreds and now everything is becoming surreal for the both of them. Can they handle it?

she was called honey because even the sickest of men could get drunk off her sweetness - or in which a man becomes infatuated with a girl he calls honey. - Set in the 1970s

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me. -E.L James Ivy Winters wanted a normal life. She wanted to be okay. But when her dreams come true, its never the same. [Erotic Fanfiction]

harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time of if he just doesn't like her ______ this is a series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

"Look at me" he whispered as he forced me to look into his cold and green eyes. "I can't" I muttered "it's like I don't know you anymore"

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝗖𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱. For five years, I was caged-locked in a life I couldn't escape, a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. At an age when I should have been dancing under the stars, laughing with friends, living recklessly-I was caged. A life wasted on pain, drowned in tears. A hollow existence, a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. But I ran. And now I'm here. Safe. Loved. No longer just surviving-but living. Wrapped in the warmth of friendship, held in his arms. And for the first time in years, I feel whole. But peace never lasts, does it? Because soon, I will have to choose. Between the man I love and the darkness I escaped. Between a future filled with love and a past that refuses to let me go. What will I do when the nightmare comes knocking again? What will I choose? *** 𝗨𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱. I have everything-money, success, power. Women want me, men envy me. I move through life with ease, collecting victories like trophies. And yet, something is missing. Someone is missing. Then she walks in. She doesn't try to impress me. She doesn't need to. Just by existing, she undoes me. She is fire and shadows, warmth and distance. She steals my breath and doesn't even realize it. But she is guarded, locked behind walls so high I wonder if anyone has ever climbed them. No matter how much I try, how patient I am, she keeps her past buried. Until one night. One unexpected night changes everything. Because someone from her past walks back into her life. And in an instant, our present starts to unravel, our future hanging by a thread. And suddenly, I understand. This isn't just about her choosing me. It's about whether I will stay when the truth finally comes out. Will I? ℝ𝔼ℙ𝕌𝔹𝕃𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔻!

" I want you sore, baby," he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. " Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only mine. You are mine." - Fifty Shades of Grey. (SENSITIVE READERS IS WARNED OF CHALLENGING SCENES)