Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.

Mature Audience only18+ "Flower" he whispered in my ear and licked my ear I shiver hearing his deep voice as he is standing behind me and so close. His hands are on my ass. "You are not going on a date with him," Xander said. "And if you did then don't blame us for your loud moans and punishment butterfly" Alexander said. He is standing so close to me. our lips can meet each other if anyone moves. His chest was touching mine and I could feel something pocking my front and back. Suddenly Alexander touched my core which made me moan loudly because of the sudden action. I look at him in shock. "This pussy of yours is ours to touch, ours to lick, ours to fuck, ours to feel, no one has the right to even think about it" Saying this Alexander enters his finger inside my pussy. "And this ass of yours is ours to smack, ours to eat and ours to ride" Saying this Xander smacks my ass so harshly from behind. .................................. This story is about a girl who runs from her toxic family to Canada in the hope that Canada will help her, but her poor fate does not even leave her there. She gets robbed by the agent, and now she is alone in an unknown country. without money, a home, job, how will she survive there?? But then her life takes a turn when one day two brothers see her and decide to make her there, for forever, and here she doesn't even know that she has become not even one but two devil ATTRACTION ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦ This story has lots of mature scenes and trigger scenes. Like Self-harm Threesome Panic attacks Dark past Dominating and possessive male leads. Sexual harassment And lots of sex scenes. So if you are comfortable then you are welcome, otherwise, it's your choice but Don't report the story. ╰┈➤ Top Rankings #1st in Xander of out 1.44k stories #2nd on Alexander #1st on Dark Past out of 4.24k stories

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. "Do you have any idea what I'd do if you left me, Elara?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. I didn't answer. I knew better. He let out a dark chuckle, tilting my chin up until our eyes met. His gaze was wild-obsessed. Unhinged. "I'd hunt you. Drag you back. Chain you to my bed if I had to." His lips ghosted over mine, almost gentle. "And the worst part? You'd still be mine. Willingly or not." My heart pounded, but I refused to let him see fear. I am not weak or stupid. I won't run like the others. I will wait. Play the game. And when the time came-I will make him bleed. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Elara Carter was never one to be afraid. Strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and independent, she had always fought her battles alone. But when she returned to her old school after years, she never expected to step right back into the grasp of the one person she should have stayed far away from. Luca Moretti. Once, he was the boy who made her smile-the boy with warmth in his eyes and mischief in his heart. Now, he is a man carved from ice and cruelty, a man whose name alone sends chills down spines. The heir to the most feared criminal empire. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously obsessive. And for some reason, he has set his sights on her. Trapped in a world of madness and power, Elara must decide-fight for her freedom or surrender to the monster who wants nothing more than to own her completely. Because in Luca's world, love isn't soft. It's dangerous, consuming, and utterly inescapable.

✧ He was my desire; I was his obsession. ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* "I will not chase you, and I am certain that once you leave, you will vanish from the face of the earth. However, know this, Taara: the instant I noticed a movement on your end." I got shivers down my spine when he paused and laughed low and dangerously. "I will unite hell and heaven to reclaim you." ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* #5 in desiromance #6 in bestbooksonwattpad #32 in hacker #43 in writer #56 in watty #104 in adultromance © 2024 by Vasuki Sameer All rights are reserved. Like, comment and share! Follow me on Instagram @httpswriterr

BOOK - 1 - SHADOW OF THE PAST SERIES I gasped as he thrust harder, curling his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made my toes curl. "𝐀𝐡𝐡... 𝐧𝐨!"I cried out, "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐡! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬..." my words shaky, my body betraying me. " "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧!" I whimpered, my breath hitching. 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐧?"he mocked, his voice low, dangerous. " 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨." Before I could protest further, his pace intensified, his fingers plunging deeper, his thumb teasing me mercilessly. My head fell back against the wall ⤐⤐⤐⤐❀⬻⬻⬻⬻ She was supposed to hate him. But he was the only one who made her feel alive. When quiet, guarded Meisha begins college, she never expects to be tangled in a dangerous game of obsession, secrets, and sin. Haunted by a stalker and scarred by her family's lies, she finds herself drawn to the one man she should've stayed away from Viransh. Her decade-older professor. Her father's best friend's son. Her forbidden protector. Viransh is cold, powerful, and impossibly off-limits. But when her demons crawl closer, it's his arms she runs to unknowing that the same cologne that haunts her nightmares lingers on him too. Trust is a risk. Love is a trap. But obsession? That might just ruin them both. Warning: This story contains mature themes, intense emotions, and dark romance that may not be suitable for all readers.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 "𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 " 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 × 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 (𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒂) "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." "𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟'𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?! 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐟'𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫... 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲." 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." He wants to ruin the adolescence of his "Little bud" before she's boomed fully. But his responsibilities towards her, wants to protect her, cherish her innocence and worship her pure soul till eternity. (He's her foster brother and childhood crush) ~○~○~○~○~♡~○~○~○~○ She wants to submit herself to her "Prince charming" whose mere presence makes her heart race. but her ideologies aren't giving permission to cross the forbidden line. (She's his adopted little sister and obsession)

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.