'What am I to you? I want to hear you say it?' 'You are my Daddy?' I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling slightly. 'And what are you to me?' He asked again, his throat bobbing up and down, a wicked glint in his eyes, while I replied lustfully still, "I am your pet.' 'Good girl.' He chimed, his left hand snaking round my neck, as he spanked my ass, and my screams echoed through the sound proof room.' ~•~ Nursing a heartbreak on a vacation trip to Miami, 21 years old Renee Micheal stumbles into Robert Clarke, 43 year old billionaire mogul and ultimate sex symbol. From subtle flirts, and daring orders, she soon finds herself tangled in passionate nights, steamy sexcapades, forbidden passions, amongst other exploits. With an adventurous ride of love, lust & sinful pleasures awaiting Renee, she explores her sexual fantasies, and lives her life to the fullest. Her daddy is hot quite alright. He's older, that's not a problem. He also spoils her lavishly. But just when Renee thinks she has it all unbeknownst to her an underlying shocking secret is revealed, and her worst nightmare comes true... What's would she do when she discovers this? Well, let's hop on this ride, with Renee & her hot Daddy. This is book 1, of the billionaire erotica romance series, Sex & The City. Each story is intertwined with the last, and each page leaves you craving for more. Rated 18 - Proceed with caution.

Nikolai Silvetti stopped using his real name a long time ago. After a decade of sanctioned kills, he's known only as Sinn-a ghost in the underworld, a weapon forged from trauma and blood. He doesn't believe in softness. Not until he sees her... Seraphina Payne works for his cousin-the Don of Italy-and Sinn mistakes her for someone else's wife, someone else's responsibility. But when the truth shatters his assumptions, obsession takes hold. She isn't married. She's surviving. And Sinn decides survival isn't enough-he wants her to live, belong, and break beneath him. He doesn't care what he has to destroy to have her. She's not his. But he's going to ruin her anyway. "I found salvation in the most dangerous man alive. Because heaven isn't light-it's kneeling in the dark, worshipping the devil who tastes like sin, and letting him burn every trace of innocence from your soul." Previously known as 'The Enforcer'.

Sequel to "Saved by the Devil" It's been 729 days since Diavolo DeLuca held the lifeless body of his wife in his arms. It's been 729 days since Diavolo DeLuca felt his world slipping through his fingers. It's been 729 days and due to lack of strenght to face his past he hasn't moved a finger to find the author of such gruesome night. However, one triggering even on the eve of the second anniversary will lead him to work on his own to find the monster behind the trigger who took the lives of his wife and unborn daughter. Unquestionable proof will lead him to a group of people that he never considered an enemy until now. Alone he will master a plan to steal something precious from his new-found enemy that will lead him to the architect of the darkness encircling his life for the last 729 days.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Sonya Marston is a rational woman. She's a graduate student, an anthropology major, and not the kind of person easy to scare with silly ghost stories. She only believes in what she can see, what she can touch, and what facts can prove. However, when misfortune in the form of immortal, marauding vampires strikes her class's expedition, Sonya will have to expand her beliefs to include the undead, magic, and a set of ever-vigilant Norse gods. Ghost story or not, one bite to the neck changes Sonya's life forever. Now, she must accept the help of a charming vampire exile named Anton to return to his home of Vidarheim and find the man who bit her. Untended, the curse in her wound will grow and turn her into a senseless ghoul. All is not well in Vidarheim though, so finding-and convincing-her attacker to complete her change will be more difficult than Sonya or Anton anticipate. Time is running short, the curse grows, and Sonya races against fate and realm politics to find the cure before she loses her life and mind forever. --- AVAILABLE ON AMAZON. Written for #NaNoWriMo2021

Quintessential Dynasty Series|| Book 1|Lorenzo Santini|| 18+ -An arranged marriage mafia romance- 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚. *** Men have weaknesses, but not the NYC Camorra Capo, Lorenzo Santini. He has weapons. Blood and death lurk beneath his immaculate suits and callous eyes. I would know, after all, he's my husband. However, I've also been beneath the suits, and I reckon he's more perilous for my heart than my life. Cold. Cruel. Calculated. That's what they say about Lorenzo Santini. And he'll be damned if that changes even if it kills him. Copyrights© 2020 @averymarinoxo All rights reserved. -Due Editing- If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this work in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/averymarinoxo Thank you. ⚠️⚠️Please be advised that this story contains strong language and mature themes.⚠️⚠️

Quintessential Dynasty Series|| Book 2|| Lorenzo Santini|| 18+ Please note that you must read book 1, Deception before you read this book. ••• Wedding vows are a symbol of love, but not ours. Ours were built on vengeance and sealed in blood. I reckon it's my turn to pay the price for it now. After all, I shot him despite being in love with him. Men like Lorenzo Santini can't love, but they can hate like no other, and I just committed the unforgivable crime in his eyes. Destroyed. Dead. Defeated. Words I never thought I'd hear about my husband, Lorenzo Santini. However, even he is helpless against mortality. ••• Copyright© @averymarinoxo 2020. All Rights Reserved. ••• If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this work in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/averymarinoxo Thank you. ••• ⚠️⚠️ Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language, reader discretion is advised. ⚠️⚠️

Book 2 of the Wolfe Series ||WARNING|| There will be mature content in this book. ~~~ "Hey, I don't think you can smoke in here." I tell the mysterious man. He looks at me dead in the eyes and takes another puff of his joint before speaking. "I don't recall needing your permission." Well someone's in a crabby mood. "No need to be mean." I cross my arms and snap out my hip. My long curls falling down my shoulders. "No need to be in my business." I roll my eyes and he smirks at me like he finds this amusing. Get a load of this guy. ~~~ Amelia Daisy Parker "Lia", had just recently moved to New York, after her parents passing, to finish college. She didn't want a reminder of her terrible childhood that her parents brought her, especially her father. She cried when she had to leave Italy at the age of six for a job her dad had gotten in Tennessee. She couldn't quite remember why she was so sad, but she knew she didn't want to leave. She soon bumps into a tall, dark haired, green eyed man at a college basketball game who seems all too familiar. She wants to know him, but at the same time she doesn't. He's rude and grumpy all the time. He knows her, but she doesn't know that. Or at least, doesn't remember. She's all sunshine on the outside and he's all cruel both inside and out. There's no way they'll work. But she soon finds out that he was the very reason that once upon a time, she was a happy and giddy child. That once upon a time...she loved him.

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.