*Mature Audiences Only Please ?* There are times I wish I hadn't met Mr. Cane. I wish I hadn't developed a crush on him. I wish he hadn't picked me up that one night, when my entire life seemed to spiral. I wish I hadn't touched him. I wish I hadn't kissed him. I wish we hadn't made love... He's handsome and wealthy, and has no business messing around with a girl like me - a girl half his age. But that isn't my biggest problem. My biggest problem is that he's my dad's best friend, and I was never supposed to fall in love with him. ** Please Note: This story is only the first 11 chapters of the full-length book. The official full-length story is on Amazon.**

Fo-no-fo-bia | Phono-pho-bia | /ˌfəʊnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/ noun: A persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of sound. #1 in the Phobia series. ___________ "M-my name is Baybi, what's yours?" I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake I'm icing is more interesting than his presence. "Payne." His voice came. Deep, husky, intimidating. I stopped for a moment before looking at him again, a small confused frown wrinkles my brows. "Pain?" I questioned. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink. I looked down at the now finished cake that was waiting to be put away. I decide to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted. He looks at me with a smirk playing on his lips. My heart dipped in whatever blood that was circulating it as he leaned unto the counter, leaving a sinful amount of space between us as he spoke again. "I'm far from it baby, I'm worse." ***** #1 in cute out of 192K. #84 in romance out of 1.94M. #3 in protective out of 12K. #1 in naive out of 2.08K. #3 in possessive out of 6.14K.

Arabella by @_tetris_ (reuploaded) I do not own or take credit for this story.

Torger Christian Wolff, also famously known as Toto Wolff, is a billionaire who got well known for being an F1 team principal for Mercedes. On the other side, we have Grace Bauer. She is not known in any type of circle. But she is the new face in his life. Her dad is an old friend of his and when he asks for help Toto reluctantly agrees. That's when she comes and basically turns his life upside down. He made some rules and she made sure to never break them, she just found loopholes in everything he said and asked. So how do you think they will deal with their collision? Triggers: There are mentions and descriptions of abuse, violence, suicide, and death. Please be careful proceeding.

❝YOU'RE MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET❞ Valentina De La Cruz, is well known among the public eye. The eighteen year old, who grew up surrounded by 'daddy's money', has been caught in a few scandalous amongst older men - you could say she has a preference. Many like to describe her as perfect, slim waist paired with hips, and rose red plump lips. She was a real eye-catcher. The only male she wants to catch the eye of is Dominic. Dominic Castor, grew up being, Saint Nicholas, Valentina's father's right hand guy. The now, thirty-two year old business man, has been dreaming a lot of sexual fantasies with his best friends daughter, sometimes even moaning her name during times of self-pleasure. Dominic was not oblivious to the flirty looks he had been receiving all night from Valentina. Being made to 'babysit' her, he couldn't wait for the fun to finally begin. The fun he demands for. [Full synopsis inside] Book #1 of The Enticing Series valentinahera©

The beauty of a goddess, ethereal, picturesque, angelic all words that swarmed through Franco's mind the moment he stumbled upon Angelica ----- Franco King, ex military, now owns a very successful building company. A man known for his intimidating aura and short temper; with few friends and only his mother to keep him sane Angelica Monroe, a sweet girl, a calm girl with a soft personality to match her voice. A girl who wishes to spend her time alone; after the death of her parents the only people she often speaks to are her grandfather, aunt and niece. •DISCLAIMER• 11 year age gap between the two main characters so if you don't like it imagine it smaller or fuck off -respectfully- :) #1 in 'angelic' - 24/03/2024 #1 in 'ethereal' - 2/07/2024 #2 in 'soft' - 28/05/2024 #4 in 'older man' - 28/05/2024

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

His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart. Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness. Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in. Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

*CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* When Eden is awakened by a late-night knock to her door, she finds herself treating a wounded stranger-Phoenix, one of the mysterious brothers who live across the street. What begins as a single act of care spirals into obsession as Eden is drawn into their dangerous world. As her connection to Phoenix deepens, her once-stable life unravels, and nothing will ever be the same.