"Be a good girl for us, little love." I watch them coming closer. "D-daddy, wha-" "Be a good girl and bend over." **** Daisy Solace is a girl who has everything going great in her life. She works in the local coffee shop-something she loves. She has her own small but cozy apartment and her friends are the best. Then why does she feel like something's missing? And what if she finds it in the three clients that stumble in the shop one day, but never leave her after? They're the darkness everyone avoids, but as the poets say; light will always gather the darkness, no mater what. WARNING: contains strong BDSM and pain in sex. If you are not into sadist and masochist relationships, this is NOT the book for you! This books is reverse harem, which means the MC ends up with the multiple love interests.

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆. Eva's life has never been her own. At her lowest point, things seem to change. She finds herself surrounded by people who finally understand her and her pain. She gains the attention of three handsome, yet mysterious, men who unlock a whole new side of herself that she didn't know existed. Will Eva be able to open up, or is her horrible past too much to bear? Copyright © 2024 thequeenslushie

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

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.

Josephine's life is turned upside down when her parents leave her on the property of Sophronia. It's in the possession of the rich baron Richard and baroness Carmine and now, so is she. As a five-year-old girl would, she searches her parents in the cottages of the servants but they aren't there. Who she does find are three boys who look scary. Abel, Henry and William have been on the property since they were born, together with their families. When Josephine bumps into them, they notice she doesn't have anyone and protect her against everything. As she grows up, she realizes that maybe she doesn't need to be protected by them, but rather from them.