"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Frankie is leaving her old life behind and starting over at college. All she wants to do is get through college so she can go far away. But Cameron, Rand and Dylan have other things in mind. Thanks so much to Brynna Buckmaster for the amazing cover! Copyright 2016 by K_Williams1 THIS STORY IS NOT MATURE. Just marked that way due to a website using wattpad for their stories.

Ronnie has been through a lot in her life and now she's able to start anew with her daughter Amy, her brothers, Dylan, Rand and Cameron and her best friend Frankie. Ronnie wonders if she'll have what Frankie and her brother's have. As she takes her daughter to school, she meets Solomon, Tyler and Greyson. Will they be the men of her dreams. This is the second book to "Four Makes One" so even though it's a stand alone, you may want to read "Four Makes One" first. Thank you to ChocolateTickles for the amazing new cover! Copyright 2016 K_Williams1 THIS STORY IS NOT MATURE. Just marked that way due to a website using wattpad for their stories.

The truth is such a fleeting little thing. Disclaimer: this story contains strong language and sexual content. For people 18 and older.

Evan Sudlow is narcissistic, over-dramatic, and secretly gay. Sebastian Amsel is calm, casual, and hotter than hell. Evan is absolutely infatuated with Sebastian, and is desperate to be with the attractive boy. But Sebastian barely acknowledges Evan’s existence, and when he does, Evan makes a complete fool of himself. Evan wants to keep his sexuality a secret, but he finds it becoming increasingly difficult when Sebastian takes an interest in him and begins to tempt him in ways he didn’t think a straight boy was capable of.

Has your mother ever been so worried that her husband is cheating on her that she sends you to go undercover where he works? No? Well, mine did. Just to clear it all up my father works as a teacher for an ALL boys college. ------ Claire Martez had a pretty normal life, she had just recently graduated a few months ago and had great grades. Recommended for some scholarships. But she didn't exactly plan to go to an all boys college after High School. Nope, not at all. She Especially didn't expect to room with the Caiden Anderson. No, this isn't your basic love story. This is a story that involves secrets, fights and heartbreaks. »»Book 3 of The Undercover Saga. You don't have to read the other 2 books, but you do have to read them for the 4th book and there will be spoilers in this book for the others.«« • Lovely cover is made by @heights • Highest rating: #4 in Teen Fiction ( 9/12/15) <-- I stopped checking this so could have been higher for all I know.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

“More! More!” I beg. My body craves this like a drug addict in withdrawal. I try to raise my bare hips to meet him, but the ropes dig into my flesh, rubbing and tearing the skin. “I don’t think you can handle more,” Thomas says. I whimper. “Please, Sir. Please give me more.” “That’s it, baby, beg for me,” he answers in a low voice, his fingers teasing my entrance and making me even wetter. “Please, Sir! Please give it to me!” “How much do you need it?” he draws this out. He slips one finger into me and I moan. He slowly moves it and I try to make him go faster, thrusting my hips to meet his hand. His other arm pins me down, restraining my movements. “How much do you need it?” he repeats, sliding a second finger in. “VERY!” I cry out. A third finger enters and he starts to move them faster. “Tell me how you want me to give it,” he growls. “GIVE IT TO ME ROUGH!” I holler.