Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

They are in a secret relationship because of a threat from their rivals. Everyone thinks they hate each other but only they know they'd kill anyone who hurts the other. Mature content: Curse words, angst, violence, smut, love // "You walk into the bedr00m after you tell me you'll quit smoking" I declare. "You are joking" he brushes away. "You wish" I challenge looking into his eyes. "I need to $moke y/n you won't understand, I $moke everytime I feel-" "Fuc* me, every time you feel like $moking fu** me. U$€ me instead of cigarett€$" I offer, I must be out of my damn mind. His eyes darken almost immediately. "Choose your words wisely y/n cause once it's on there's no going back baby" he warns licking his lip$. He's going to kis$ me. "Anywhere, anytime, however, you like" I add//

" you were just begging me to stop now you want more because it feels good doesn't it?" " yes sir." I sniffled. " no, you will take what I give you." " now I'm going to fuck your mouth and you going down be begging to swallow my cum because that's all you are, my little cum slut, aren't you?" He squeezed my throat tightly. " yes sir, I'm your cum slut." He ripped my blindfold off and I first saw him smirking and undoing his jeans. " that's my good girl." Nova Jane a 21-year-old college student comes across this website one night with her best friend. A drunken mistake leads her to a letter saying she's been accepted to one of the top BDSM clubs in New York City. RATINGS 🥇 #1 - praise (9/29/21) #3 BDSM (10/15/21) #3 kinks (1/13/22) #1 degrading (1/13/22) #13 submissive (1/13/22) #1 bdsmclub (9/28/24) Cover by @Iamawriterlol

A Sports Romance • Basketball/Soccer/Lacrosse • Two Neighbor Enemies. One Fake Relationship. • "I'm sick and tired of pretending. I want us. I want you and me." "And so what? Do you want to be with me? Because I'm sure tired of being a second choice." "You were never the second choice. I just came back from my dad's to tell you I chose you." Easton's voice erupts from behind Mauricio. The world goes still. "I told you, I'd never make you choose, but for the sake of the three of us...this needs to be done. Who do you choose, Malia?" So much for no rules in bad ideas. • Seniors Malia, Easton, and Mauricio have a situation. A bad idea kind of situation. • Introduction, Extended Synopsis, & Author's Note inside. • S: 01/12/2021 E: 09/12/2023 The Morhills Elites Series/Book One/Four Parts (©mimisarai 2021) • Current Status: Completed (First Draft)

They thought that she was dead before she got to live. They have been deceived by the person they were supposed to trust. She grew up loved, but that all changed making her life a true nightmare. She has scars that will forever follow her no matter were she went. What will happen when she finds out the truth about who she is. How will they handle the newfound truths and cruel revelations?

Kallias D'Angelo. The infamous assassin, known for playing with her victims before brutally killing them. Taunting them, giving them false hope, watching them grovel and beg beneath her feet. It was all the same to her- a perfect game. Eros D'Angelo. A temperamental Streetfighter, whose fists are guided by his reckless and impetuous emotions. Though he attempts to keep his impulsive actions in check, the overprotectiveness over his triplets gets the best of him. Kian D'Angelo. An effervescent Street Racer who finds humor in watching people lose. As much as he is bubbly and lively, he's equally cold and reserved around those he despises. From poor to rich, together, they made an irreversible title that has made them well-known in the underworld. Meanwhile, the Italian mafia has been on a long search for their lost mafia triplets. Just when they decide to give up, their mother, the former leader, manages to track down the triplets. Just not in the way anyone was expecting. Having caught the Triplets red-handed in her own assassination attempt, the cold and intrigued mother decides to keep their secret as long as they keep her secret in return. Despite the triplets not wanting to meet the family that abandoned them, they comply as a new plan comes to mind. Ruin the Italian mafia- something they've always wanted to do. And now they had all the chess pieces right in their hands. Seven mafia brothers, an assassin father, and secret family friends. Yet, only their mother knew their real identities and who was living under their own roof. Will the triplets be able to play innocent and get their hands on what they've always wanted? Or will they be blinded by the longing urge for familial love? What chaos will they bring into this newfound household?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"Lorenzo, we shouldn't be doing this." I whisper against his soft, cloud-like lips. "Arya, please. Just for a moment, let me be someone you don't hate. Pretend I'm not your enemy, pretend I'm your dream man that visits you in your dreams and not in your nightmares. Pretend I've never been cruel to you and you've never been cruel to me. Let's just pretend as we've been doing throughout this whole marriage. Only for a night."