𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

Izzy has always struggled with a restless mind. Submission became her haven. But after a life-changing attack, she's left struggling to find her way, awash in a sea of emotions threatening to pull her under. Her salvation comes in the form of her boss, Jonathan, who sees her struggling and refuses to let her go under. What happens when lines are crossed and resolve crumbles? Will Izzy take his hand and heal, once again finding her way back to sweet submission? Or will she refuse him and continue her downward spiral...

"Then what will I get in return?" Darius closed onto her, his mouth near her ears as his palm held her both hands together stopping the angel from fleeting away like wind, she wanted to run away and he could see the mischievousness in her enchanting eyes. "I-" the girl pondered a bit and before she could form a sentence Darius handed her the ice-cream making her look at him in astonishment. "You? Yes that is all what I want." a small hiccup left the plump lips when she heard her predicament, she was still forming a sentence with that 'I' she did not meant her but.....its not a bad deal. "And you are not a crybaby....you are my pretty little Roe. Mine....do you understand that sweetheart?" Her mouth was gaped open before she gulped nodding frantically as if trying to convey her emotions so he doesn't miss on anything that she wanted to say. "Yes sir." She whispered at last. "Call me daddy." Darius froze when those words left his lips without any filter, he was going to take it back but the dark feral eyes that had carnal possessiveness incited the red haired angel who very slowly whispered. "Yes Daddy"

𝑨 𝑪𝑬𝑶, 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓... and one broken elevator that leaves four people whose lives will never be the same. ------ Blythe lives a quiet life as an elementary school teacher. One parking ticket changes everything. Three men, and her. All so completely different, yet it somehow works. It's a delicate balance to entangle their lives, full of trials and tribulations. Will the world get to them before their relationship blossoms? *THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM BISEXUAL BOOK. one female x three males* 18+ only -------------- Copyright The Queen Slushie © 2023 You may not reproduce, translate etc. without my permission. Wrote April 18th -June 11th

Follow my insta:Larajaecute ​Lara is a tiny (5'1"), pink-loving artist who hides a raging storm of kinky desires and daddy issues beneath a shy smile. Her boyfriend, Isaac, is her safe haven-quiet, protective, and desperately trying to hide his own profound submissive core inside an oversized cardigan. ​Though they are in an open relationship, they keep their deepest secrets safe, even from each other, fearing judgment about their true sexual needs. ​This silence shatters the moment they meet Malu, the charismatic 6'5" giant, and his silent, intensely commanding 6'7" partner, Lorenzo. The dominant couple is openly searching for the missing piece (or pieces) to complete their relationship dynamic. ​The air instantly becomes charged, crackling with unspoken recognition and dangerous possibility. ​°♧°♧°♧ °♧°♧°♧ Also let it be known that lara and Isaac are in an open relationship And Malu and Lorenzo are looking for the missing piece or pieces of there relationship. •°•°•°•°•° I dont own any of the photos I use ,unless I say I do

Why choose when you have three guys already coming in a set? After a particularly bad case of FOMO Mary decides to put herself out there, mustering all of her courage only to wake up in the arms of an overly protective scar-faced stranger. There's only one catch: He's coming in a set of three, determined not to let an outsider get between them. Kylian: the scarred protector of their trio Colton: the smooth-talking charmer And lastly Noelle, the one with words so sharp they can cut ice All of them have one thing in common: their insatiable drive for control, especially when it comes to tiny messes like her. Can Mary find her place among them, or will she be the earthquake that finally tears them apart? --------------- Slow burn that gets very spicy so viewer discretion advised (chapters are marked with a 🌶️) Themes like bdsm, ddlg, dubcon, punishments, etc

Have you ever felt the love and protection of three vampires? Zoey hasn't, she didn't even think it could've been anything other than fiction. Nikolaus, Jett, and Wyatt could surely keep Zoey out of harms way, right? Especially since Nikolaus is an original vampire, he's the strongest of them all. Their rival clan will do anything to put Nik out of power, to take everything he has for themselves. Once Zoey is theirs, how will they be able to protect her from something so dangerous? *Warning This is a reverse haram story along with some ddlg aspects. #1 in VampireRomance #1 in Adult-Content #1 in Poly #5 in Romance #4 in Vampire #1 in Matureaudience #3 in Mature #1 in Adultthemes #1 in Maturethemes

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

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