Dante, Fabian, and Silas are three brothers who will do anything to protect one another. No matter the cost. Lilliana is a fresh out of highschool college student who doesn't like to back down from a challenge. One night, the three brothers meet and become instantly addicted to Lilliana. So they kidnap her, taking her back to a house hidden in the woods. And as they show Lilliana her deepest, rawest and most carnal desires, she realizes that falling for these men might be easier than she'd once thought. Will she stay or will she attempt an escape plan?

"Don't you get it, bunny? You're fucking mine. I don't care if I have to break you for you to understand that. I don't care if I have to kill every single man who has ever looked at you to prove that. I will gladly fill up hell if it means forcing you to be mine. There's no escape from me, Rhea." "You're threatening me?" "No, see, that's what you don't get. I do not hurt you because I can or by force. I hurt you because I know you want it. You've shown me you want it, repeatedly, in fact." "But what about-" "In other situations, every time I watch another man touch you, I'm thinking about all the ways he could hurt you that you wouldn't enjoy." "But you've done all of the same things they would" "You were mine the second I saw you. No question." "And what if I didn't want to be yours?" "Doesn't matter." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rhea Albrecht's is a professional artist whose father just passed away a week ago. She's been incurably heartbroken about it since, and it doesn't help that she seems to have a stalker in her midst. It starts with the most random things... A note taped to her front door. A bloody rose left on her bed. But soon, the notes and gifts turn from suspicious to terrifying, and Rhea will have to find out who's been stalking her and what they want. Is it someone she knows? Or just a stranger's sick fixation?

"You belong to us." Arden's thrusts become more urgent, his hands gripping my hips while Silas' hands explore my flushed skin. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with need. "I belong to you!" I cry out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Valencia has always been a renegade, fleeing from one place to another. When she finally leaves her toxic ex, she finds solace in a lavish penthouse shared with two enigmatic individuals. Life feels blissful, until dark secrets emerge, and peril looms. Valencia must decide if she'll remain loyal to her companions or succumb to the weight of betrayal. warning: •polyamory •mature scenes (18+) •whirlwind romance

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

"𝑊𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉." ______________________________________________________ 𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙.

"Natalie," he repeated, her name like velvet on his tongue. He seemed to like the sound of it because he repeated it again, his voice turning low. "Natalie." Leon Hughes was a mystery masked by bruised cheeks and bleeding knuckles. He was a wraith, a shadow on the walls - sometimes there, sometimes gone. Never set in stone. He showed up when he showed up, with his face bleeding, his shirt torn, his skin blistered. Natalie never knew when he'd come, but she always let him in. Originally a short story. Rankings: #2 in teenromance, #2 in goodgirl, #15 in badboy