"Brava Ragazza" ATTENZIONE +18 STORIA NON MIA,SE VOLETE LEGGERLA IN LINGUA ORIGINALE(INGLESE)ANDATE SUL SUO PROFILO Cc: iamyourgodmother Buona lettura❤️

Emy una normale ragazza di Los Angeles scoprirà di essere l'ossessione si un ragazzo che la ama più di qualunque cosa al mondo e che darà di tutto per averla arrivera anche ad uccidere per averla sua TRATTO DAL TESTO "No lasciami io non sono tua smettila " dissi piangendo ma lui sembro non importarli "Tu sei mia piccola ficchatelo in quella testolina amore perché appena torniamo ha casa ti darò una punizione che non dimenticherai e ti farà passare la voglia di scappare da me " " tu sei pazzo lasciami" " si piccola sono pazzo di te" dopo queste parole si mise ha ridere ma non la solita risata gentile una risata cattiva. Cosa farà Emy ricambiera i sentimenti ho scappare ? Leggete per scoprire.

-Se avessi saputo di te...- cominciò Aleks. -Non farlo.- implorò Eveline, indietreggiando contro il muro. Stava tremando, era terrorizzata. -Eveline, ti prego, io non sono così.- lei ignorò le sue parole e lo guardò attentamente: i vestiti sporchi di sangue, le nocche ferite e lo sguardo infuocato. -Tu sei fuori di testa! Stammi lontano.- sbraitò Eveline. -Ho perso il controllo!- si giustificò, ma Eveline non lo sentiva. Voleva solo sparire da lì, guardarlo conciato così la uccideva. -Ho visto... Ho visto come ti toccava.- -Io vedo te toccare mia sorella, tutte le settimane! Non puoi permetterti di farmi la predica e prendere a pugni un mio amico, lo capisci? E' da malati.- sospirò mentre Aleksei si avvicinava, lei alzò una mano e lui si bloccò -Fuori di qui.- disse tremante, con le lacrime agli occhi.

Being a drug lord is hard. Being a drug lord, who is also a woman, is even harder. So many people take you as a joke or try to convince you that sex with them is better than getting paid. But it's better to fake flirt with them, have them wrapped around your finger before breaking their nose, beating then robbing them. My life isn't as hard as others, but when your a woman, power and money still means nothing to men. No matter how in control you are of everything, they'll try to find a way to take that power away so you'll have to depend on them. CEO's, judges, lawyers, other drug dealers, sorry excuses for men, and even cops. A particular cop has taken an interest in me. Something about him drives me wild, but scares me. Maybe I'll entertain him, just for a bit to keep the cops off my ass. What's the worse that could happen? Copyright © The Cop and The Submissive

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

•coffee; check. •resume; check. •pencil skirt and new blouse; check, check. •idea of what was going on; not checked off. ~~~ "You're mine." He whispered, leaning in closer. I tilted my head away, closing my eyes tightly. Could he smell my arousal? I sure could. "From that beautiful hair to those heeled covered feet. It's all mine." I whimpered and bit my lip, looking him straight in the eye. "Then take what's yours." I was tired of waiting; tired of holding back. If he wanted me, then he could have me. Even if I had to indulge in his rough BDSM ways.