"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasped, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband. "Good," he purred, his teeth grazing against my ear as he spoke, "because if you're not..." I heard a click and felt cold metal press against my temple. I widened my eyes at him, parting my lips to speak but he cut me off. "Shhh, it's okay," he coaxed, "be a good girl for me and I won't shoot, okay?" ~~~~~~~ Daisy Matthews has everything a girl could wish for, until her mother decides it's time she got her own job and paid her own bills. With few qualifications and very little preparation, Daisy accepts a job at a high-end strip club - owned by the infamous mafia leader, Vito Vecellio. *sexual content*

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏❜ | 18+ | "Look at us gorgeous," he pants, wrapping my hair into a fist. "watch how you fall apart under me and see how much power you also have over me." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The cameras are always rolling; one person always in the spotlight and in front of it while the other person is always behind it. Faiza Omar is the definition of an high powered successful actress. Kevin Hirosi is the definition of a broody, reclusive photographer. Used to being in front of a rolling camera, Faiza didn't expect her friendly reunion with her ex to be plastered all over media outlets as a proposal. With a huge gig coming up, they both have no choice than settling in a fake engagement. Sparks fly - and not just from the flashbulbs, making the real drama offscript. Forced to play along, old flames reignite, blurring the thin lines between reality and fiction while they navigate the treacherous waters of the past and present. Can they find love again and overcome the demons of the past, or will the pressure of fame and their own darkness destroy them? Fake engagement, real feelings. Light. Camera. Action. [ a short novella ]

Started Aug 2024 Aurora, a timid and withdrawn young woman, finds herself trapped in a world of darkness and abuse. Desperate for freedom, she makes a daring escape from her tormentor, leaving behind everything she's ever known. Alone and vulnerable, she navigates the harsh realities of the outside world, her spirit slowly beginning to mend. Fate intervenes when Aurora crosses paths with three vastly different millionaires: the charming and outspoken math genius, the reserved and levelheaded businessman, and the enigmatic and handsome playboy. Each man is drawn to Aurora's unique spirit, offering her a glimpse of a world she never imagined. As Aurora navigates the complexities of her newfound freedom and the intoxicating allure of these three wealthy men, she must confront her past demons and learn to trust herself and others. Can she find love, healing, and a sense of belonging amidst the glitz and glamour of their world? Or will the shadows of her past consume her once again?

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips he smiled against them and I softly giggled. "Precious little thing." He hummed with a smile. • "I'm sorry, London. Please find a way to forgive us." He whispered grazing his lips against my lips. • U N D E R M A J O R E D I T I N G. C O M P L E T E D.

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED