𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

"You make me weak. You make me mad, you make me crazy." he breathes, staring me in my eyes. "What am I saying.." he chuckles and stares at my twiddling hands. His eyes flicker between my eyes and lips. "God I am so inlove with you." ・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・・。. • Mature) He's some big-time hotshot, committed to play baseball at a D1 school, Baylor University. Grayson has a strict 'No more than just a fuck' rule, and sticks with this rule until he meets the small blonde headed girl, in his Biology class. Paisley Smith, 17, a senior at Southern Clemson High. Shes in her own world, not many friends, very smart and doesn't date. Not after what happened last time. That is until she meets the starting pitcher, Grayson Hayes. Will he break her heart? Will they fall in love? ・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・・。. •

She never met someone that is so cold and soft at the same time, that is mean to everyone, and not to mention he is super hot. He never met someone so shy, that only minds her own business, and is a total darling and makes his cold heart melt. Liliana Smith is a total angel, she is shy, and the girl that had no friends and her parents are workaholic, she just finished high school and is about to go to college. Greyson Carter is the opposite of Liliana he is cold, has lots of friends, is a hockey player, and has the perfect family. He is on his second year of college. As everyone says, opposites attract each other.

"She is his salvation, but he doesn't know that yet, neither does she" *** "Should I remind you of our arrangement? We were Fake dating". I emphasised the fake. "Oh yeah?" His deep voice travelled through my body making me shiver. He took a dangerous step closer. But I didn't back away, and now I blame my crazy mind for that. "You forced your way into my life, Fire. Now you expect me to forget you". I can feel his breathe on my forehead now. I refuse to look into his eyes. He grabbed my chin and tilted my head forcefully to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you". He growled. I can feel my panties getting soaked down there. I swallowed hard. And without warning his lips crashed to mine in a bruising kiss. "You belong to me now. You understand me, Fire?" His lips trailed down my jaw to my neck with painful kisses and bites. I whimpered. And a hard slap was planted on my ass making me gasp. "Do You Understand Me?" He asked again, his mouth still torturing my neck. His hand towered above my ass readying for another hard slap. "Yes". I moaned. "Good". He growled and slapped my ass again. *** _________________________________ She asked her enemy, aka, the employee of her bestfriend's fiancé, to fake date her to escape from her abusive ex boyfriend. But she doesn't know, while she escaped from her ex boyfriend, she ran into his den. And now she belongs to him. Grumpy x Social butterfly love story Cold and Possessive MMC Explicit contents ENJOY ;)

(Short story) "This kiss just sealed the deal. You're mine and only mine now, Grace." His voice is low and rough like gravel and laced with something primal. I stop breathing. The air thickens, electric, heavy like the sky before a storm breaks. Everything stills, but the static between us crackles like it's seconds from combusting. His breath fans across my lips-close, so close-but still not touching. My heart slams against my ribs, erratic and loud, like it's trying to break free from my chest. Then his hand finds my jaw. His palm is rough, warm, grounding-but the look in his eyes? That's a wildfire. Just heat and hunger and something darker. "I..." The word is a whisper, barely there, shaky and useless. I can't finish it. His nose brushes mine in the softest graze, but there's nothing innocent about the way he's looking at me. Like he's seconds away from tearing me apart. Like he's been starving for this. "Say something" he murmurs, voice thick, his eyes flicking to my mouth. My lips part, not to speak, but because I need to breathe, to taste the tension curling like smoke around us. His thumb drags across my lower lip, slow and deliberate. My knees damn near buckle. I grab the front of his shirt, clutching it in both fists like he's the only thing tethering me to the ground. He leans in closer. And then his lips brush mine. Barely. A whisper of a kiss, soft enough to make me shiver. Then he kisses me again.

Scarlett Sovanna doesn't have time for nonsense-especially not the kind that wears a backwards cap and throws parties on Tuesday nights. As a dedicated ballerina at a top-tier arts college, her world revolves around perfect pirouettes, brutal rehearsals, and keeping her spot in the program. There's no room for distractions. Especially not him. Elliot Sinclair is college royalty-the star quarterback with a devil-may-care attitude and a line of admirers trailing behind him. He lives for the game, the thrill, and the spotlight. He and Scarlett couldn't be more different... except for one inconvenient truth: their families are practically intertwined. When Scarlett's dorm situation turns into a nightmare, the Sinclairs offer Elliot's guest room to her. Sharing a space with the person she finds most insufferable on campus? Not ideal. But as the walls come down, so do their assumptions about each other. What starts as chilly silence turns into heated banter. And somewhere between late-night talks and stolen glances, feelings develop. She's all discipline. He's all chaos. Together? They just might fall into something real.

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

BOOK 1 of The Getting There Series When a clumsy first encounter leads to Aiden and Natalie unexpectedly spending time together, will sparks fly or will their brewing relationship dwindle? ~~~~~~~ Natalie Dawson wants nothing more than for high school to be over; she's tired of the pointless assignments, fake friends, and unnecessary drama. With senior year just around the corner, she plans on getting by as unnoticeable as possible and alongside her two best friends. What she didn't factor in was a certain cocky soccer player weaseling his way onto her soccer team, and possibly into her heart. When Northside's all-star soccer player - Aiden Cooper - offers to be assistant coach for the girls' team in exchange for school credit, he does so with the sole purpose of keeping an eyes on a certain sarcastic brunette. Throw in some senioritis, wild best friends, and few college rejection letters - you'll get a wild senior year filled with cliches and unforgettable memories. •UNEDITED• WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT |18|. Book 1 of the Getting There Series! |WATPAD FEATURED| #2 in EroticRomance #2 in TeenRomance #1 in Chicklit #1 in Angst #1 in FallingInLove

Riley Peterson is offered an amazing job opportunity which she grabs with both hands. A chance to finally become the interior designer she has always dreamed of, but when she finds herself working with the one person that she doesn't trust herself around, life starts to get messy, lines are crossed and she can't help but fall for the one guy she shouldn't - again. Chase Cartwright has been living out his dream of being an architect in NYC for the last two years, but when he returns to London for his next big project, he tries to keep his head in the game and not get distracted by his best friends younger sister and falling for her isn't an option - if only things were that simple. *** "Chase." I stand, sliding myself around the island and invading his personal space by basically crushing him into a hug. My arms wrap around his torso tightly while I stare up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His arms capture me, wrapping around my shoulders as his eyes flick between mine. "I really enjoyed last night. Every part of it." I tell him honestly. "Good. Me too." His head leans down into me, pecking my lips with a gentle kiss before he pulls away smiling, his dimples on show. "Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?" I chuckle before breaking free, stepping back and spinning around so Chase can see me fully. "Fuck. Come here." His hands grip my neck, steadily pulling my head into him as his lips crash onto mine. His tongue slips in my mouth and I feel myself moan slightly at the feeling in my stomach from his touch. He suddenly grips my bare ass underneath his shirt and I squeal. "Hey!" "Sorry baby, I just can't control myself when you're literally wearing nothing underneath my shirt. Which by the way, looks so fucking good on you." *** Dual POV 18+ Mature scenes Strong language

Emma Collins never planned to bump into him ever again. Not to mention the fact that she hated him. But fate had other plans. Emma just had to make one beautiful mistake. (All Rights Reserved) Tropes: enemies to lovers, push and pull, pregnancy, groveling The MMC is not your typical hero. You might hate him, but then grow to love him.