I'm supposed to be attending art school, focusing on studies, making friends, having fun. Instead, I can't keep my mind off of my hot professor. And he can't keep me off his either. "I love this book so much" - annika1_ "[This] book is my favorite one right now" - Granola_Jossie "This book is sooooooo lovely...It's so interesting" - nathabraham

*word of advice, if poorly written books annoy you don't read. If you do you better not complain in my comments lol* Never steal from kings. Especially the king of demons. She hadn't expected her young brothers to steal, she hadn't thought of that scenario or what she would do. So she does what she does best, put those who she loves the most above herself. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" He bellowed in my face. I took the mask off, "I just need you out of my fucking system." He says as he stalks closer to me. Our chests press together, I look at him coldly. Tears stingy my eyes and my throat tight. "Do what you have to do, my king." He rips the necklace right off my neck.

Imagine being awakened in the night and blindfolded then tied to your bed. Your body being ravaged in the dark by unseen hands and lips. Having your most wicked desires fulfilled by someone you know but can't identify. NOW imagine it happening again and again and again.... Never knowing when he will strike or what pleasures he will bestow upon your body when he finally does. This has become her life, this has become her world. Where passion and fantasy blur the lines of reality how far are you willing to go? After years of spiraling out of control Katya Povlov finally turns 18 and her parents give her an unexpected gift. No longer willing to deal with her deviant ways she has one week to get out. With no money, no job, and no other options she decides to move in with her older brother. He goes to college part-time, is a bartender, and has two roommates. They have a spare bedroom along with the assurance of a job just waiting for her. One bad girl, three college guys, and a possible job at a strip club. Life couldn't get more intense....until it does. A drunken confession during a simple game of Sins and Secrets. That is all it took to open the door to a world where pain and pleasure walk side by side. A place where desire is the air you breath and submission is the ultimate gift. The only requirement to partake is consent...

Young college girl Ophelia is excited for a new start in her life. She was bullied all throughout high school for her weight, but the summer before her freshman year she began to grow into herself. Still self-conscious, she's learning to love herself. The Vesper brothers have a dark secret. During the day the are renowned professors in their fields, but at night... What happens when these twins get a look at Ophelia and decide she's all they want. Will they drag her into their world of darkness? And can they teach her to love her curves as much as they do? "But I'm not skinny... I'm chubby," I explain to them in my usual self-deprecating tone. "Oh baby you've clearly been hanging around idiots," Alastair said. "But boys don't like fat girls," I said tears starting to well up in my eyes. "Exactly. Boys. We aren't boys we're all man." Maddox explained. #1 in Trauma

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

Harley Sinclair finds herself attracted to bad boys. Not only do tattoos and motorcycles attract her, but she loves a walking red flag. Does he have a bad temper? Sexy. Does he tell white lies? Mysterious. Wears his baseball cap backward? Hot. Wilder Sharp is full of these warnings, and Harley is counting every single one. He's charming, cunning, and manipulative; however, he is always on her mind. He might be everything her mother warned her about, but the sex is too good to let him go. In her mind, she can change him, but that is an impossible task. Knowing Wilder is a nightmare is not enough to keep Harley from this gorgeous toxic man. ----- Open Novella Contest 2023 entry Prompt 51: The problem with red flags is that I'm attracted to them

Lorelei was getting over a rough breakup when she met Jesse. His profile on a dating app piqued her interest, and Jesse has been teaching Lorelei about BDSM ever since. She has learned a lot, but there is much more to experience. After getting a phone call from his mother, Jesse has to go home back to Vancouver. Lorelei tags along to support Jesse, but he tries to shield her from his family. Lorelei tries to discover more about Jesse and learn why he is the way he is; however, Jesse is desperate to keep his roots hidden. Some deep secrets are not meant to come to the surface. Sequel to "Submission" by Mason Fitzgibbon Thank you to the wonderful @Van_Carley for the covers! UPDATES EVERY WEDNESDAY

Natalia Wilde, a somewhat broken and definitely broke, unemployed submissive is missing two things she desperately needs to function in life, a dominant and a job. After landing the perfect position as a live-in personal assistant to the CEO of WAKE International, Natalia finds herself in unfamiliar territory. While getting to know her new, handsome, demanding boss. His authoritative demeanor coaxes out an obsession in Natalia that has him secretly filling the role of the dominant she so desperately craves. As the two develop a D/s relationship, Natalia discovers Mr. Emery wants her to be more than just his submissive. He drags her across the Atlantic to a secluded estate in England run by The Society-an insular group of elite Masters and Mistresses who keep slaves for their pleasure. Mr. Emery offers Natalia the opportunity to become a slave not only to The Society but to him exclusively. Having never given up that last inch of control, the thought of surrendering completely without the buffer of negotiation and safe words gives Natalia pause. This leaves the persisting question of will she or won't she, as Mr. Emery pushes her limits and takes her to pleasurable heights she never thought imaginable.

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

How far would you go for a job? It's a question that Lydia Morrison has been asking herself since commencement last spring. Moving from the California coast back to New York, the second time mind you, and for a job at one of the most prestigious law firms in the country was a bold choice and a risk that seemed simple compared to what she's facing now. Between running for coffee and following up with clients for the one and only Jonathan Harris-Bower, she finds herself fantasizing about him throwing her across the desk in his office. It's not an appropriate thought for the secretary to have about the CEO, but it can't be helped. And then there's Patrick Rosing, the playboy extraordinaire and the only man that she's ever felt drawn to romantically. How could she have ever expected either of them to want her? Bower & Rosing's isn't the place where Lydia expected to find these men, and she never dreamt of her boss spanking her for doing the wrong thing, but she's ready for them to drag her into their world bound and gagged if it means she doesn't have to choose one man over the other.