One family makes its money from sex. Anything you can name when it comes to sex, there is money to be made. And there's lots of money to be made. The Stone family each have their specialty and their secrets. This isn't a love story, this is about sex and power. #1 Contemporary Lit #1 UrbanLife #1 Exotic Dancer #1 Wattpad AfterDark #1 St. Louis #1 Empire #1 Dancer #1 Strip Club #2 Celebrate Black stories #3 Power

❗️MATURE CONTENTS! BEWARE ❗️ Elizabeth is a 24 year old nurse, her work is her passion. Until she is kidnapped and forced to save a mans life. Little did she know that it was the ruthless, terrible and handsome Dimitri Vivaldi. A known Mafia Leader. Who then takes an interest in her. This story contains: •rape •mental abuse •bdsm •and just sex If you can't handle these things then I recommend you find a new story, thanks. ********************* Started December 26th 2019 Finished June 15th 2020 Highest ranking: 1. #sexual (26.09.2020) 1. #fear (05.09.2020) 1. #kissing (28.08.2020) 1. #captor (17.02.2020) (22.06.2020) 11. #threatening (22.06.2020) 12. #forced (06.03.2020) In 2026 this story might get edited a bit. - Anna

sometimes we lose our selves hunting for our darkest desires, despite knowing the rules and consequences that come with them, forgetting we will only become empty yearning for more than we can hold

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |