He suddenly pulled me roughly against his muscled chest, smiling as he knew that he had the upper hand,"Why won't you meet my eyes, Charlie?",he asked with that oh so sexy voice of his that sent shivers down my spine. Good shivers. "L-let me go",I pleaded,"I've got work to do". "It'll take only a snap of my fingers and you'll be unemployed". "I know that",I cleared my throat,"I'm gonna be late". His hold on my waist tightened and he rose his brow,"Why the rush? You are mine". "I'm not yours". He chuckled,"I love this stubborn part of you but let's face it, you belong to me". He leaned in, his breath brushing my neck lightly. I gulped down the immense pleasure that shot through me just from having him close. He was right. I was already too deeply involved with this annoyingly good looking man. I couldn't help it. I guess I do belong to the billionaire after all. • Charlie Garrett is a twenty year old man who works at his family's bakery during the weekend and at an art studio during the week. He doesn't like troublesome things. He's a guy with an easy-going and peaceful life but everything changes when he finds an injured man at the back of the bakery one Saturday night. Charlie belongs to the billionaire. If you touch him, you'll get your hands chopped off. Literally. #1 in lgbt [ 23rd December, 2019 ]. #1 in age gap [ 09 January, 2020 ]. #1 in gaycouple [ 21st January, 2020 ]. #1 in gayromance [ 25th January, 2020 ]. #1 in gaylove [ 04th February, 2020 ]. #2 in mature [ 11th February, 2020 ] #6 in possessive [ 25th December, 2019 ]. #3 in boylove [ 30th December, 2019 ]. #2 in bisexual [ 30th December, 2019 ]. #10 in gay [ 23rd January, 2020 ]. #16 in manxman [ 29th July, 2020 ].

"I hate you..who are you to order me" "Your husband" After k!ddn@pping and marrying him he replied. In the world of the Mafia, it's like a game of chess where only one king can survive. "Only me or you.. and it will be me" Game just started.. Love or Revenge? One is blinded in love one is blinded in Revenge. Betray come from the person you love most and burn everything, misunderstanding act as fuel in burning fire. Giving you pain hurt me most at end my heart says only one thing.. 'love i hate you' ___ Min Yoongi's love and hate both are passionate how he will react knowing that he fell for his Enemy Top yoongi Bottom jimin Side ships Taekook Namjin ___ ~THIS STORY CONTENT ~ Warning ⚠️ if you are underage then don't read my story. • mature scenes 🔞 • cursing • killing scenes • little space • mafia au • Revenge • hate • passionate love • Mpreg (if you are uncomfortable you shouldn't be here. It's in the second phase of this book) I do not allow anyone to copy or translate my work.. my story is my original work if I found my story is copied I'll take legal action

Alistair McClair, Seattle's #1 most eligible bachelor, has had a string of horrible breakups. 99 ex-girlfriends to be exact. And now was his time for a new match. But an issue arises in the matchmaking process, linking him up with a man. Alistair seems hesitant to date Calvin Fischer, a local artist. But will this accidental match prove to be the one that will finally land Alistair's wandering heart? Or will this be just another inevitable breakup?

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

It began with a kiss. It was a New Year's Eve kiss that he wouldn't forget any time soon. - Bram doesn't like a lot of things. He doesn't like the fact that his boss is always calling him topside to switch on his computer. He doesn't like the way his boss stares at him. Bram doesn't like letting his little self go. He doesn't like being little. Xander Lupo has a lot of things. He has the respect, he has enough money to rule, buy and make his own country. He might be the head of the Lupo mafia family, he might be involved in drugs, guns and a lot of other things. He might have a lot. But he doesn't have a little. It takes a gun to his head, being at the wrong place and some stuffies to change his mind.

In a district where danger lurks around every corner, Isaac North tries to live a normal life, but quickly finds himself entangled in a perilous romance with one of the most notorious figures in the Red District. Season 1 of Strip for the Devil *** In a world filled with darkness and desperation, Isaac North fights to escape his past. He finds himself drowning in debt, fighting off loansharks, and struggling to keep his head above water. But when his best friend proposes a daring solution to his financial situation, Isaac is thrust into a seductive and dangerous world he never expected. When he enters the enticing realm of strip clubs, Isaac collides with Lucien Royce, a figure both feared and revered in The Red District. Intrigued by Isaac's tenacity and resilience, Lucien is immediately drawn to him. Isaac plans to escape Lucien's treacherous world the first chance he gets, but as their relationship deepens, Isaac realizes Lucien isn't who he thought he was. As tensions simmer and desires ignite, Isaac must decide if breaking free from Lucien's hold on him is really what he wants. But is he ready for the danger that comes with it?

COMING SOON!!!! A PLUS SIZE MXM NOVEL. LOVING, OWEN. Owen Houton has always been ashamed of his body since he was young. It was never his parents who made him insecure about himself since they always told Owen he was perfect the way he was. It was the people around him and society who made him feel like an outcast. Saying he was too fat, too chubby, and that he needed to lose weight. Owen tried his best not to let their words and opinions affect him so much that he threw himself into finding a good job. Which he did landing himself at a good corporate company. But there was one thing that made him nervous, Elijah Reed. The man who decided it'd be best for him to have Owen at his side at all times. The man who decided to love Owen for every flaw and insecurity. The man who whispered nothing but sweet things into Owen's ear but thrusted himself so deeply into him, the next. Why would a man like him love Owen? ______ "Owen, don't do that," Elijah growled making Owen pause. What did he do? Elijah watches the chubby man frown pouting his lips. Cute. So fricking cute. "Don't bend down in front of me again," Elijah rumbled. Owen's eyes widen before his body quickly sulks. He must have disgusted Mr.Reed with the sight of his sloppy body. Looking at Owen, reading his expression and body language Elijah cursed himself and the boy for being so clueless. "I mean don't bend over in front of me again unless you want me to spank that sweet ass of yours," Elijah growled. Owen's heart stammered as he stared at the ginger-haired man in shock. "S-Sorry?" he muttered his cheeks blushing ferociously. Owen wouldn't say it out loud but he wouldn't mind if Elijah did that. __________ SHORT STORY!!!

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

In war, there are rules. In love, there are none. --- "Tu samajhta kya hai apne aapko, Gill?" (What do you think you are, Gill?) Shubman smirked, stepping closer, voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "Tera obsession." (Your obsession.) Ishan's breath hitched as Shubman gripped his jaw, tilting his face up. "Aur tu jitna bhaag lega, Major... utna hi main tujhe todne ka maza lunga." (The more you run, Major... the more I'll enjoy breaking you.) --- "Sharma, tu hamesha mujhse bhaagta hai." (Sharma, you always run from me.) Abhishek's back hit the wall as Siddharth stalked closer, dark eyes glinting with something unhinged. "Aur har baar main tujhe dhoondh hi leta hoon." (And every time, I find you.) Abhishek's pulse raced as Siddharth's fingers brushed his throat, pressing lightly. "Tujhe pata hai tujhe dekh ke mera sabr kyun tut jata hai?" (Do you know why I lose my patience when I see you?) A slow smirk curled on Siddharth's lips before he leaned in, voice dropping to a sinful whisper. "Kyuki tu sirf mera hai, Sharma. Aur tujhe kisi aur ki nazar lagne ka bhi haq nahi." (Because you're only mine, Sharma. And you don't even have the right to let anyone else look at you.) --- A story where dominance turns into obsession. Where possessiveness is a weapon. Where love isn't soft-it's brutal. Unforgiving. Addictive. A battlefield is nothing compared to the war they fight for control.

[COMPLETE] Ace Nova Williams finds himself having dreams that would disturb even a psychopath. He doesn't mind the dreams though, instead, he finds them comforting. He welcomes the whispers in his head with open arms and even invites the Devil into his home and life. Lucifer Morningstar is the Devil who loves his job of torturing the damned day and night. He loves to whisper in man's ear and cause the sanest to go mad. He didn't realize he was missing something to make his life in Hell even sweeter. That something being Ace Nova Williams. The boy who catches the attention of The Devil Himself. **This will not be like the Bible and how you were taught about Hell and the Devil.** **This is ALL made up from MY imagination so please do not go getting offended by something. If you cannot handle something in my story then either look past it or leave, easy as that. This is MY story made up completely by ME, Anissa_Eylene555. You do NOT have permission to steal or copy my work elsewhere! If you have questions about it private message me!!** If you cannot handle anything in my story please, there's the door, and don't let it hit you on the way out. Check out my other #BoyXBoy book called Beowulf, as well as my #BoyXBoy Oneshots book. The Devil Himself © 2017 Anissa_Eylene555 All Rights Reserved This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The creation, "The Devil Himself", including all chapters, epilogues, and associated content is copyrighted. All rights reserved by the owner and creator of this book and any unauthorized copying, plagiarism, manipulation, distribution or telecasting constitutes as a transgression of copyright and therefore is punishable by law.