---mature content(18+)--- "Get on the desk", Asher said. It sounded more like a command. I complied. Walking towards the furnished desk I hoisted myself on the on it, my heart beating erratically. "Now spread your legs kitten. I want to taste you". ........... In which 19 year old of Armelle Vista ends up seducing her 35 year old boss Asher Devin Jones over a summer internship. Highest rating: #1 in Chick-lit (This is a stand-alone novel) Edited by: @kaxeen, @unlady and @nupur92

"I want to be inside of you." I never knew the taste of pineapples would be so addictive. It was wrong, but it felt so right. He was a drug that I would do anything to get another hit of. Updates every Tuesday and Thursday.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." He yelled glaring at me. I couldn't help my tears. Why is he doing this? "Honey, Hunter please listen-" I started but he just cut me off. "DON'T CALL ME THAT." He said taking a threatening steps toward me. "You are so good." He said grabbing my arm harshly. I lowered my gaze. "I gave you everything." He said coldly. "And you go sleep around. And with my damn brother." He said which just made me angry. "I did not cheat on you Hunter." I said loudly. "If you could just listen to me." I pleaded crying harder. "Get your ass out of my house now!" He said dangerously. "Hunter, please." I said putting my hand on his arm. "Hunter, I'm pre-" He cut me off again. "Just get your things and leave." He said walking away. Twenty years old Stella Simmons thought was happy, didn't think that someone would want to harm her. She was married to Hunter Knight, the only man she ever loved. Ignoring the fact that he was ten years her senior, she gave him everything. Everything wasn't enough apparently. Be careful who you trust... *****

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

"Good girl," I felt him smirk against my skin, nipping at it roughly. And that's when I lost it. I let out a soft moan and felt my panties get more wet than they already were. **** "That is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, baby. I should make you do that more, hmm?" He smirked, looking down at me. His eyes were darker, and they were filled with lust. Aurielle Sharbino Giovanni DaVinci A love story.

Zoe is a young and independent woman who never loses an argument. She feels that her life is finally the way she wants it to be. She has a great job and a great new house. Her life is perfect. She has everything she wants except one thing, a child. Due to her past heartaches, she struggles to trust men, leaving her no other option but a sperm donor. So what happens when she finds out that there was a misplacement, that she is carrying the heir of the multi-billionaire Alexander Forbes. This might just be one fight she won't win. © Essi T K Cover by: @forgettablewords

[18+] smut warning Isabella Suárez When her father passes A 21 year old mafia princess, still new to this lifestyle, is set to marry her worst enemy with whom she has some dangerous history with, In order for there to be peace upon families. Marcello Rossi 29 year old Marcello Rossi, a ruthless and cold blooded mafia don with many secrets is set to marry the beautiful Isabella Suárez who isn't quite fond of him. ------------------------------ "Bella" He warned "I won't hesitate to bend you over my desk and fuck you so hard you pass out" His hand still attached to my neck "Then don't hesitate Marcello" Book 1 of the Rossi series Highest rankings #1 brat #8 degrading #12 italian #26 enemies to lovers #12 mafia

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| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED