( 18+) "You've been avoiding me." I whispered, softly. "Why?" His stare was fixated on me, he was focusing on my chest heaving up and down. His fingers dug even deeper against my hips, he was fighting every instinct in his body. "I'm afraid I might ruin your innocence." He replies very bluntly. "The last thing I want to do is scare you." "Scare me?" "The things I want to do to you, to your body, it might be too much for you." My eyes flickered with innocence, my lips slightly pucker with curiosity, it was confusing deciding between my innocence and desires. "Show me." I said. His eyes practically had flames inside of them, his breathing was now as deep as mine as he focused on my plumped lips. His huge tatted hand left my hips and softly crawled up where his fingers tightened around my neck, my lips parted when he dragged me closer to his mouth. "Open your legs, angel." He said, very roughly. - Elara crashed her car right into the bogeyman's hand, she has no idea how it happened because her memory was completely gone the next day. She woke up in a house she's never been in before and in a room, she's never slept in. Alistair comes from a long line of mafia-strong, fetal men that have made deals with death. Haunted by his last name he keeps his true identity a secret, everyone knows him as the bogeyman who lingers in the shadows preying on the innocent. He needs someone to save his humanity and she needs someone to corrupt her body. Is it more than just desire? Or maybe she's just another victim in his little game, the missing puzzle. Secrets, desire, manipulation, control, and betrayal

All it takes is one shared glance to win over his intrigue, one touch to draw him in, and your love to win his obsession...

__ In which a young -soon to be mafia leader falls in love with a girl he cannot have, but is ready to take any risk to make her his but the things she does only makes it harder for herself and him ___ Mia Adair she was a pretty girl. Who's not too shy and not too noisy. She lives a carefree life trying to enjoy her life to the fullest despite the worries and sorrows that run through her head. Gwen Carson Well, his know for his Greek goodness scripture body, and face. And girls are ready to fall over their knees to please him. But he only wishes for one girl over her knees begging for his cock. Well, they all didn't know who the real Gwen is and the darkness that lurked in his life and Mia was to soon find out the monster he truly is . ___ His thick middle finger thrust deep inside my wet pussy, while his monstrous thumb was inside my other hole, ponding them in rhythm making me feel both pain and pleasure at the same time as I lay their head down on the table beneath me,my hands clinging to the dam table underneath me and rubbing my throbbing pussy to the corner enjoying the friction it created. I felt him spit his saliva on my pussy,harshly making a few droplets fall over my back, as he used his own spit as lubrication to pound harder inside me with his fingers, he continued thrusting them in and out while i grinded against the table corner. i felt him lean on my back, his breath hot against my neck, he then gripped my hair in a fist, making me lose contact with the corner of the table me whimper. " aren't you satisfied Mia? you want me to fuck your Lil mouth too huh ?" with that, he pushed his finger out to me only to thrust with so much force that my clit hit the table corner only intensifying my pleasure as I cum screaming his name "Gwen!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - {first few chapters are cringy, it gets better Lmao}

"Do you understand me?" His voice was rough and loud as his hand gripped my chin, my eyes meeting his. "Yes, Master." "Good. Now down on your knees," his fingers tangled in my hair as I kneeled down. The moan that left my mouth when he pulled my hair didn't go unnoticed. He smirked, "Look at you, being a dirty little slut for me. I bet you're a real mess underneath that skirt..." ________ It was just a kiss. Little did she know she was kissing the states most wanted killer and mafia leader, Xavier Dominguez. And she hates that she was aching for more when she found out who he really is. ________ Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in Lust #2 in Millionaire #3 in Mafia Leader #5 in Gangs #5 in New Author #14 in Lovers #47 in Lover

❝I'm the one asking the question, Zen.❞ ❝And how has that been working for you, Aurelio?❞ The hand on my shoulder moved to my neck, with his index and thumb he squeezed just underneath my jaw. It didn't restrict my breathing in the slightest, but it was a warning that he would. ❝You are such a cocky bastard, aren't you? Had me believing you were this sweet little shrink when really you're no different from the rest of us here. Let me say this loud and clear Zen, you may get away with using that type of talk around the other people here but don't you forget who's in charge. I own you, your name belongs to me.❞ ❝No, Meave Dean belongs to you. Meave Dean is a patient who is dead. Zen Maven is a free woman, one whom you're currently threatening. I may be new to Italy but I'm pretty sure it's illegal to threaten innocent people.❞ The rage behind his eyes brought laughter to my lips. I enjoyed the annoyance, finally I was the one under his skin. ❝Checkmate, Mr. Russo.❞ ( Contains Mature Content) Part Two in the Burn series, Can be read as a Stand alone.

✓ COMPLETED ✓ Started: 16th OCT 2020 Finished: 14th FEB 2021 EDITING! Finally out of the orphanage, Arabella needs to find a job with a good pay that she'll be able to provide for herself. When young Italian millionaire, Vincenzo Varallo hires her to be his personal assistant she has to try and ignore his charms to focus on her job as well as find out where she came from. *+*+* "Mr Varallo," I begin slowly. "Our relationship is supposed to be strictly professional." I protest pushing his body away from mine but that just seemed to make him want to come closer. "I'm your boss, right?" He asks, bringing his lips closer to mine. I nod my head only because I'm afraid a squeak may exit my mouth. "Then I order you to go on your knees and suck." He smirks. *+*+* #1 Explicitlanguage - 13|01|21 #1 Don 24|02|21 #1 Darkromance 01|03|21 #1 Mob - 06|03|21 #2 Gắng - 11|04|21 #2 Hate - 22|04|21 #2 Boyxgirl - 23|04|21 #1 Lust - 27|04|21 #1 Gắng - 18|07|21

"What should we do now?" I ask, looking at the both of them. "Anything we want, princess. Anything we want." *** This is the sequel to the book 'Teaching My Little One' you can find it here, on Wattpad or on Inkitt. Those are my writing platforms so far. This book has MAJOR irony and is for mature audiences only. I would recommend reading 'Teaching My Little One' first before reading this book. If you just click on my profile, you'll see my other books including 'Teaching My Little One'. If you want to find out what Kaniah and Hudson were talking about earlier, read more to find out. :) Happy reading!

This book is my first book ever! Please no hate, if there are errors i apologize but i'm super excited to publish this book! Mature Audience only, that's a warning. ***THE CRINGE ENDS AROUND CHAPTER 15. writing format gets better around chapter 22 *flexes* *** A secret mafia boss and his kinky desires. He is a senior that goes to a high school where he lives (California) and he meets a beautiful little brat (freshman) and they run into each other in the hall.. *** "Goddamn, take off your panites." She takes off her panties, and right when she does, he slips a finger inside her tight cunt. "You are such a dirty slut. Already wet? Your pussy is so wet, I put my finger in with ease. What's got you so wet, Princess?" As he asks the question, he slips a second finger inside of her, curves his fingers up as she gasps and he starts to pump his fingers into her g-spot. He whispers in her ear. "Don't cum." *** Rankings: #1 in kinky #2 in daddy #1 in submissive #81 in please #74 in throuple

| 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