[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

I smiled again, this time I noticed Nick looking across the table in my direction. His gaze was intense, there was something about it. It was intense, intimidating, sensual, but charming all at the same time. Stop it Tessa. Said my subconscious. You two couldn't even bare to be in the same room with one another a few weeks ago. Stop you do not find him attractive. I kept thinking that telling myself this would help me...but it didn't. He moved his index finger along the rim of his glass, I every so often would catch his bright green- gray eyes look in my direction. I looked down at my hands which were cupped together in my lap. Stop it Tess! "I'll help you clear the plates." His mother said to his father, after we ate. They both stood up and took the plates into the kitchen. Leaving me alone with him. Crap. Tessa Erickson is a beautiful, single, twenty-six year old woman who works for a big named company in New York City. All was great in her life, until she got partnered with a tall, well dressed, exceedingly handsome, arrogant, flirtatious playboy named Nicolai Piercy. Who also happens to be the son of the man who owns the company Tessa works for. As they deal with their own personal problems inside the office and outside, will they begin to see eye to eye, will the way they feel towards each other ever change and will Tessa end up falling for The Billionaires Son? So read along as Nick and Tessa deal with the struggles of life and love. Cover created by: kikiceleste_ Rated PG-13: (Strong language, sexual situations)

Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.

They both thought that they had missed out on each other, but neither was aware that they were each other's true love. He was the most beautiful memory of her youth, and she was the the purest, most precious dream of his young self. The entire room was filled with their melodious voices. This was a new song, but they had both noticed the song without the other party realizing it, because when they were young, they had each other, and they still held on to that love. The colorful spotted lights kept rotating, the rays hitting their faces. She glanced up at him, warm and gentle. He returned her gaze, his own blurry and deep. Deep in her heart, Isabelle silently recited: Alexander, I love you. Deep in his heart, Alexander spoke with mixed feelings: Isabelle, I love you. *** OFFICIAL BRINGING THE NATION'S HUSBAND HOME'S ENGLISH VERSION ON Wattpad ☆ MINT(10 TO 9.9) GRADE CHINESE/MANGA NOVEL THIS WILL BE THE SEQUEL TO BRINGING THE NATION'S HUSBAND HOME II. This is the third and final book in the "BNHH" Series. You must read the first two books ("BNHH" and "BNHH II") in order to understand this one as it is a continuation.

Thirteen years ago, she fell in love with him. Because she was young and shy, she didn't dare confess her love. Thirteen years later, she was still in love with him. She loved him so much she tried her hardest to conceal it. The furthest distance on Earth was the distance between them - so close, and yet he didn't realize that she loved him. She stood before him, and yet she didn't dare to let him know that she loved him. But he did. *** OFFICIAL BRINGING THE NATION'S HUSBAND HOME'S ENGLISH VERSION ON Wattpad ☆ MINT(10 TO 9.9) GRADE CHINESE/MANGA NOVEL THIS WILL BE THE SEQUEL TO BRINGING THE NATION'S HUSBAND HOME. If you haven't read the first one, this one will make ABSOLUTELY ZERO SENSE as this is a continuation of Bringing the Nation's Husband Home.

"Don't touch me when we're out in public." "Don't openly say that I am your wife." "Don't let people know that you and I live together." Alexander and Isabelle were forced to marry as a result of their parents' arrangements. Isabelle thought their marriage would be loveless and inescapable, so she gave him three don'ts on their wedding night. He looked at her, expressionless, and blinked. Can't touch her in public? ...He'll do it in secret. He can't say that she's his wife? ...He'll say that he's her husband. And as for the final don't... In an interview, he declared to the entire world: "Every night, I share a bed with Isabelle." *** | #23 IN ROMANCE | | #26 IN FICTION | | #2 IN IRONY | OFFICIAL BRINGING THE NATION'S HUSBAND HOME'S ENGLISH VERSION ON Wattpad ☆ MINT(10 TO 9.9) GRADE CHINESE/MANGA NOVEL This is the official English translation of the book by Ye Fie Ye.. This account will be accessed by manager.

WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! Carina ran away from Regan years ago after she found out about how he used and deceived her. But Regan searched for her and didn't give up until he found her. Now that they saw each other again, is there another chance for both the of them? This is the sequel of SHE'S MINE, EXCLUSIVELY MINE. #7 in romance 15/10/19 #24 in love

Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation #1 in Fiction on 1/10/23 #2 in Romance on 12/29/20 Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. *** Summary: "I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek "You never should have let me go." I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest. I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears. Come back to me, Sinister. *** Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again... Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do. Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel. COMPLETED

Warning: Mature Audiences Only! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation COMPLETED #1 in Romance on 1/20/21 #1 in Mafia on 2/12/23 #1 in Fiction on 2/21/21 *** DESCRIPTION: The only thing that was mine, the only thing that was truly beautiful in this world, and he will never find me... "How much?" I frowned at the shadowed man, in an expensive looking car. "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire. I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me. "Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran. *** Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire. She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute. She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia. And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia. But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite. *** Completed on 4/7/18 This is book one in the "I Am Not A Prostitute" series! Book two is "Come Back To Me" REVIEWS: "I have been reading Wattpad books for 5 years, and never have i found a book with so much humor and passion. I have instantly fell in love with the characters. This book is filled to the brim with emotion, action, and SMUT!! I will definitely be purchasing my own copy when it's released on amazon!" -@trinityxo30 "A raw and beautiful piece of art that will keep you on the edge of your seat" -@o0krysralized0o "A brilliantly captivating story. Written by an author that takes her time to respond and care for her readers." -@eirinnobrien "My favorite book on Wattpad, beautifully written, makes me cry, laugh, and scream all at the same time fav book ." -@satanchick

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.