As he slammed me into the wall by my neck I try to kick him to resist but he instantly reflects grabbing my leg in a tight grip causing me to wince. " Kiara, darling, didn't I tell you were going to be on your knees for me today?" He says still holding my neck, his lips a inch away from mine. " You're delusional! I have men on their knees for me! I'll be damned if you think you're an exception!" I yell bringing our lips even closer. He tilts his head and reaches in my joggers and puts his hand on my clit over my underwear. "So why are you so soaked?" Lorenzo and Kiara are both dominants in the bdsm community. Which means their not compatible for each other. Or so we thought. When Kiara sees Lorenzo in the bdsm club she feels a weird attraction to him. But Lorenzo clearly isn't a submissive? When Lorenzo sees Kiara it's clear that she is a dominant. But when he sees the way she looks at him when they see each other for the first time it's an obvious look of submission. But Kiara isn't a submissive?

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. ____________________________________________ I opened the door to Lorenzo's office, which was a masculine, spacious, and luxurious room with a dark, old-money theme. He was on a phone call, but I didn't mind. As I walked towards him, his eyes were glued to my every move. I slowly took off my robe, revealing my stunning body. Lorenzo let out a low growl and gasped at the sight of me. The person on the other end of the phone call asked if anything was wrong, to which Lorenzo replied, "No," while still looking at me and licking his lips. I positioned myself sitting on Lorenzo's lap, then started grinding on him, feeling him get a huge boner as he began to grunt. He whispered, "P-princess." "Yes, my love?" I responded, pausing my movements. "Please don't," he pleaded, trying to keep his grunting quiet. Just then, the person on the phone asked him a question about their newest business venture. ____________________________________________ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. ......It captures the essence of their unique journey from arranged marriage to falling in love I'll start updating 4 times a week next week!!!!

"Adriana Your mine you hear me my future wife, my future mother of my kids and mine to fuck" He fucked me hard and deep his Prince Albert piercing reaching places I never thought existed in my body Adriana Petrov shes 20 years old she comes from a toxic family and decides to move to Chicago with her best friend for a better life but because of that trauma she doesn't believe in having a family in having someone that actually loves you she doesn't believe in that Roman volkov he's 26 years old the typical cold stone person who promised himself 5 years ago to never get married or have a family but once he meets Adriana all he wants is make sure she has his kid and trap her his new obsession he never thought he would have Highest rankings: #7 stalker #19 mafia #6 Italian #8 mature themes

"You broke one of my rules you must learn the consequence," his provocative voice speaks with so much authority, and all I did is nod understandable. "On your knees Annabelle," he orders, letting his palm loose from my neck. I obey and sink to the floor on my knees. I wasn't the cause of what happened, but I have to pay the price. He is my possessive boyfriend and I'm madly in love with him. He grabs my ponytail and yanks my head back, making me stare up at him while he looks down at me with rage and his eyes going dark. "Stay away from him; you're mine and mine alone. I own you!" He pulls his zipper down and pulls it out. "Open," I listen looking down at it. He yanks my head back, "look at me, I want to see those pretty eyes of yours my Annabelle." - Annabelle the not so innocent nerd senior year took a turn when her best friend's hot and sexy brother Josh Rider, comes into town and becomes possessive over her. Warning: Contains sexual content and expletives that can be inappropriate for some readers. Read at your own risk. Some of the places are made up. They are not real. Oh, and it's toxic ....like very TOXIC!😏 Don't be coming at me in the comment section when you read a part that is......you know, gets you disgruntled 😏 because I told you before that it was toxic. If y'all don't like dominant guys or toxic relations, DON'T READ! Because I don't want anyone of you to come at me because you didn't like something in the book...

[brother's best friend & rockstar] Juliette has sworn off players and bad boys after her last boyfriend. But when her brother gets her a spot as the photographer for his friend, rockstar and notorious playboy, Logan Alexander's tour, she finds that may be easier said than done. He puts her self control to the test, but Logan, with his walls built up sky high, never expected that she would test his too. 18+ only! Fair warning that there will be explicit sexual content. -------------- "I don't think I believe you don't want my hands on you, Freckles. The look in your eyes tells a different story. You want to know what I think?" He asked and I was silent, the feeling of his fingers, now swirling below my navel, was overwhelming me. "I think you can't stop thinking about me. I think you have been dreaming about the way I touched you." My breath caught in my throat and the look on his face told me he could tell. "I bet you even touched yourself, thinking about the way my cock felt pressed against your thin little panties." Every inch of my body was burning so hot I thought smoke might start rising from my skin. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it was stoking something inside me I didn't know existed. "Did you make yourself cum thinking about losing control with me, Princess?" I gulped, the words stuck deep in my throat. He was right but I couldn't give him that satisfaction. I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to summon words. "So if I were to slide my fingers down," His hand slipped inside the top of my jeans, toying with the lace of my panties, "into your sweet, little pussy, you're saying you wouldn't be all wet for me, Freckles?" I was practically panting. What was I doing before this? I couldn't seem to remember how I got here anymore. I shook my head, no. "Should we test that theory, baby?"

Love. Obsession. And a man who doesn't know where one ends and the other begins. Alana Singh has always known how to disappear - into shadows, into silence, into the wounds no one dares to see. Dusky, curvy, and overlooked, she never expected to catch the eye of Digvijay Singh Rathore - the ruthless billionaire with eyes like winter and a soul carved from secrets. But he's been watching her for years. Waiting. Planning. And when she steps into his empire for an internship, she walks straight into the trap he's built just for her. Now she's tangled in his world of power, obsession, and forbidden desire - where every touch feels like worship and every lie tastes like sin. Because Digvijay doesn't just want her. He wants to own her. A dark, emotional, and intoxicating romance about obsession, redemption, and the love that ruins before it saves. A tender, raw coming-of-age story about heartbreak, healing, and the terrifying risk of finally being seen. ------------------ (This story is fast-paced and messy. I wrote it while I was mentally fighting a big battle. It became a good distraction for me. I ended up writing 25-30 chapters in just one week-so it's not perfect. I focused more on the emotions than anything else. Still, I hope you enjoy it.)

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

The most feared person in the city, Mason Venetti meets his sisters best friend Olive Jones. The two face unyielding times from the moment they meet. Will she fall for the likes of him and his world filled with violence and death? Or will she walk away? ______________________________________________________________________________ ********** Warning! ********** Use of guns, violence, mature themes, abuse and strong language. Reader discretion advised. ______________________________________________________________________________ ** PREVIEW OF THEMES BELOW ** I turn around and he's completely naked. His c**k stares at me, his well hung, pretty c**k, looks directly at me. I look up to see him moving closer. As he approaches the edge of the pool, he dives in. He swims the entire length of the pool without taking a breath and as he reaches the other side, he swiftly pulls himself out of the water and is standing there naked. Naked and wet. "Do you just casually invite strangers to skinny dip?" I ask him with sarcasm in my tone. "Only ones who make my c**k hard." He replies, not missing a beat. Well, okay then. He is obviously very confident. He walks over to me, water dripping off his body. "Enjoy the pool." He smirks, grabs a towel that was on one of the sun chairs, wraps it around his bottom half and walks back inside. ___________________________________________ This is the first book I have written, so please be kind :)

"I'm not marrying him." her voice didn't shake-but her hands did. Her father didn't look up from his desk. Mahogany. Imported. Paid for in blood. "You don't have a choice." She laughed once. Sharp. Disbelieving. "You're serious?" He finally met her eyes. "he has agreed to the alliance," he said calmly. "The wedding is in three weeks." Her stomach dropped. The man people whispered about. The man whose name shut rooms up. The man even her father never crossed. "I don't even know him," she said. "That's the point."