BOOK II of the "Kings and Queens" series. Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. * * * "Vanessa," I breathed, taking a single step forward. Bad. Fucking. Idea. Without thought, Vanessa landed a low kick to the back of my knees and brought me to my knees. I quickly regained my balance but she was quicker, climbing my back and using all her strength to teeter me until I landed on my back and right on top of her. Right when I was about to ask if she was hurt, she flipped me over with ease, gripped my hair, and smashed my face into the ground. I groaned as a white-hot pain spiked through my forehead and nose. Vanessa had pinned my forearms to the center of my back with one hand, holding a dagger to my throat with the other. I should have seen that coming... But what shocked me were the first words she decided to speak after seeing me. "Who the fuck are you?"

*WAS DELETED AT 600K READS* Adriana Mancini I was raised to bite, not bow. So when they told me I was to marry Nikolas Volkov-heir to the Bratva, enemy to my blood-I didn't cry, I laughed. They thought they could tame me with diamonds and alliances. And for the first time in my life, I realized I didn't have a choice. As for him.. It's the eyes that speak to me. Blank but compulsive with secrets, empty yet dominating with control. Like stone. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov After a bloody feud with the Cosa Nostra, I'm forced into an arranged marriage-to the one woman I can't control. Adriana Mancini. A hurricane in stilettos with venom in her smile. She tests my patience, taunts my power, and tempts my darkness. She thinks I won't ruin her just because she wears my ring. But this marriage was never meant to be peaceful. It was built for war.

His finger trailed up my thigh ever so gently causing my pussy complete torture. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was driving me completely crazy. Just as his fingers were trying to push past my underwear my hand grabbed onto his wrist. "Don't," I warned, in a low voice making sure nobody would notice. "Watch me fuck you in front of every single person here unless Tobias stops looking at you like that." He explained. I glanced over to Tobias who was looking angrier than ever. If Tobias didn't stop looking at me not only would my husband keep to his word, someone would send a bullet through his skull. *+*+* Scarlett Salvadore was to be married to a man she hated with all her heart to increase her father's power. Aleksander Petrov was to be married to a woman he hated with all his heart to make amends with some of the Italian mafia. When the two of them meet at a club without knowing their identities they are immediately drawn to each other. What will happen when the two of them discover each other's identity? Will it grow the passion they have for each other or will their families history destroy it? *+*+* "I hope you realize that you belong to me now. In fact, you've always belonged to me, before and after the wedding ring on that finger of yours." I rolled my eyes at his words, still not forgetting the things he said to me before. "I'm just as much yours as you are mine, and don't you forget it, Aleksander." I snapped, pointing at his hard chest. "Prove it." A smirk appeared on my lips. Men in the mafia always use their wives for sex. But why can't it be the women using their husband's? *+*+* Far from a cliché Started: Thursday 26th August 2021 Finished: Monday 15th August 2022 RANKINGS: 11 in Lust 6 in Italian 1 in Strong Language 1 in explicit

Heath and Teagan only agree on one thing: they don't want to be in a relationship. Teagan, who is busy finishing her law degree, needs a break from the stress of living up to her parents' expectations. Heath is following his passion and starting his career as a physical therapist, but his family's drama is tearing his life apart behind the scenes. As members of the same friend group, Heath and Teagan will be around each other plenty during wedding season, whether they like it or not. With no time or desire to date, the two come to an agreement: pre-scheduled hookups through the summer or until something real comes along. A situational relationship, otherwise known as a situationship. Their arrangement seems perfect. If their past doesn't come back to bite them.

✮⋆˙𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 '𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✮⋆˙ -ˋˏ ༻Vedant x Arohi༺ ˎˊ- 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡. 𝑆𝑜, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 " 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠" 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓. 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. Dive 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ──

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

Zara Romanov, the Romanian Princess-hated one thing, defeat. All her life, she had been served her desires on a golden platter. Until, her 'bodyguard', Adriano Moratti, comes strutting into her life. He began to dictate her life in the name of safety, making Zara despise the man more dangerously. ꧁꧂ "That pretty mouth of yours," Rio taunts, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as if he was debating on finishing off his sentence. "One day, it's going to get you into a lot of trouble, Zara." The sides of my lips tip up in a feisty smirk as I register his words and lift my head up in defiance, "If you think I'm pretty, just say it." "You want it clear?" His eyes darkened and he chuckled out, blowing out a long, harsh breath. "You're pretty. Too fucking pretty for my ability to control myself." My grin begins to drop slowly and my mouth parts open at his sudden outburst of words about my appearance, "Rio..." "You're so effortlessly breathtaking." He continues, not giving me half a second to compose myself from hearing his previous words. It did something to me, a feeling I hadn't felt before. "I could watch you count infinitely, and still not get bored." I should be quite creeped out by that last sentence, but I was turned on. Exquisitely, turned on. I don't say anything, perhaps, I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I've never had a man be so blunt about my attractiveness. What were I to say? That I wanted him to continue on with his sweet words? That I wanted him to- "Is that enough clarification, princess?" Rio cuts off my train of thoughts from becoming any more improper than they already were. If my trainer were to be able to hear inside of my mind, she would have had a heart attack.

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked. I let her go and lifted my right knee closer to her clit, actually pressing it against her this time. Her body let out a small and sharp inhale, making me smile a bit. I'm sure she's so sensitive right now. Her body full of arousal. "You like that? You like feeling my knee against your pussy don't you?" I slowly started to move my knee around to see her reaction, and it was greater than I thought it would be. A small moan fell from her lips, making me smile as I slid my hand underneath her hips, this time encouraging her to move. "Move your hips just like that. I want to feel your pussy against my knee" I whispered to her. I can tell by the way her eyes dimmed that she had never done this before, but she was so ready to that she did exactly as I said. Her breathing got deeper as she began lifting her hips to fully meet the base of my knee, softly grinding herself against me. I hummed as I watched her, watching her literally move her hips to receive her first orgasm. The way her hips moved made my dick throb even harder, I could only imagine what she looked like if she was to ride me. She took her lip between her teeth and almost instantly I wanted to come. I was already straining myself and trying not to, but the sight of her doing that makes me almost fall apart. ˣ An Angel deprived of her sexual innocence, introduced to a new sexual experience that may turn her world upside down. A devil who enjoys depriving angels of their innocence, introducing her to a world she may never get used to. #1 Submissivefemale #1 sexualcontent #1 dominantmale #1 adultthemes #1 blackwomanwhiteman #1 manxwoman #2 Darling

She is the Princess, and he's her guard. A lust that's forbidden. - Princess Celeste Lawerence is a snotty, rebellious, and vain temptress. At least, that's what the kingdom of Alvera says she is. Landing every one of her personal guards in exile or worse after they made advances for her. With her seductive gowns and devastating beauty, Celeste's reputation proceeds her. Every guard in Alvera knows she is a death sentence. Even the guard they say will be immune to her. Gray Anderson devoted his life to protecting the people of Alvera. However, he despises the royal family. Gray's loyalty is to the heart of the people, not the crown. His bloodthirsty skills and ruthless nature earned him the second-highest rank of Lieutenant General. He barely ever set foot in the castle where the royals resided; instead, he led battalions and stayed on the front lines with his troops. And that's where he wants to stay. But when he's called in before the king and queen, Gray is given a new purpose-Princess Celeste's new private guard. She's determined to get rid of him like the others, and he's ready to tame the unpredictable Princess. However, lust burns hot, and it threatens to burn both of them.