" I will fuck you whenever and however I want to, and you will take it like a good wife you are." Trigger Warning- Abuse, Violence, Blood, Gore, Rape, Substance Abuse, Miscarriage. Proceed with caution or don't.

"Now, it would just be a waste of hardness if I don't get to push this inside of you, shortcake."

"I'm going to punish you now and your going to take it. I'm going to pound into you so hard you'll be seeing stars. Every thrust.." he leaned forward till I was once again on my back with him on top of me "...will remind you of the minutes you didn't alert me" goddess I'm in so much trouble... May be triggering for people. 18+++. Contains a lot of mature scenes. This book isn't for the weak. It can get gruesome includes non/con, bondage, and a lot of graphic scenes. Read at your own risk and don't say I didn't warn you. #1 in Knot #11 in Heat #11 in control #24 in punished #28 in dominating

The city never sleeps, but neither does a man with a deadline written in blood. In the shadows of Las Vegas, behind the smoke and the neon, Paxton Wolfe rules an empire built on secrets and fear. To the world, he's a casino mogul-untouchable, ruthless, impossible to know. To the ones who whisper in the dark, he's something far older. Alpha. Predator. A man bound by the oldest law his kind has ever known: find your mate before your thirtieth birthday, or lose your strength, your power... your life. Time is running out. With enemies closing in and betrayal circling like vultures, Paxton doesn't have the luxury of wanting-he needs. Needs the one woman who can anchor the storm inside him, the one bond strong enough to keep his pack and his empire from collapsing into ruin. But finding her in a city built on lies is dangerous. Keeping her alive will be worse. When Ripley steps into his path-sweet, stubborn, and blissfully unaware of the monsters hiding in plain sight-Paxton knows two things instantly: she's his...and she's in more danger than she can possibly imagine. The moment their worlds collide, she becomes the target. The pawn. The prize everyone wants to claim. He'll protect her. Possess her. Break anyone who tries to take her. But time is slipping through his fingers, and the line between salvation and obsession is razor-thin. In Las Vegas, the house always wins. Paxton Wolfe intends to make sure that house...is him. Highest Ranks- #1 in Werewolf on August 8, 2014 #1 in Humor on August 10, 2014 #1 in #Goodgirl on November 19, 2025 #1 in Werewolf on December 8, 2025 #1 in #Alpha on December 8, 2025

I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗

"You call me a monster... I'll show you exactly what that means."

💢This is dark romance.💢 Reader's discretion is highly advised. *** "Stop crying Geneva." His eyes held hers, he wanted her to listen. "I haven't done anything to you. Yet." *** Book Two in the Rodriguez Series. Highest Rankings: #1 Hurtful

[Started Writing : 3rd August, 2023] "For fuck sake, leave me alone." I screamed out as tears commenced gathering in my eyes. He said nothing. He just sat there watching me lose my temper. "Answer me." I growled shooting daggers on his way with my eyes. "Be my girlfriend. You will get everything you lost." "I don't want to be." "You have no choice." Anastasia wants nothing but to get out of the hell hole called 'her life'. They say study hard and then you can earn money and have a good life. But despite having a degree in hands she was still jobless. When life was giving her bitter test then when a devil showed up at the door of her heart, dressed like an angel. The devil wants nothing but a favour from her while promising her everything she wants. Morally grey. That's the definition to construe Alex Vesper. Strict, rude, emotionless, focused and evil. He wants nothing but revenge from a certain someone who might have scratched his ego a little bit. And at that time Anastasia was the best option for him.

Dante's chuckle cut through her protests, his fingers deftly unfastening the ties of her panties. The damp cloth fell away, exposing Aria's most intimate parts to his hungry gaze. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Pink and swollen, practically begging for attention. You were made for this, weren't you?" Aria's face contorted in anguish as Dante's fingers probed her slick folds, spreading her open to his inspection. She felt utterly violated, her body betraying her as arousal pulsed through her veins in response to his touch. "N-no, stop!" she sobbed, trying fruitlessly to squirm free of his grasp. But Dante held her firm, his other hand coming up to palm her breast roughly. "You can't resist anymore, can you?"He teased her nipple into a stiff peak, pinching and rolling it between his fingers until Aria cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. "That's it, let go," Dante coaxed, his breath hot against her ear. "Give in to the pleasure. You know you want it." Aria's mind screamed in protest, but her body moved of its own accord, arching into Dante's touch as a moan tore from her throat. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat beading on her brow as she teetered on the brink of something dark and forbidden. Dante's fingers delved deeper, stroking and circling her clit with maddening precision. Aria's vision blurred, her senses consumed by the onslaught of sensation. She could feel herself unraveling, her resolve crumbling beneath the onslaught of pleasure.With a final, devastating stroke, Dante sent Aria careening over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, ripping a scream from her lungs as ecstasy overwhelmed her senses.