She's Serena Bellerose, Crown Princess of Velouris. Untouchable, immaculate, always in control. He's Marcus Ashford, her bodyguard. Ex-Delta Force Commander, trained, dangerous, obsessed. Every brush of his hand, every whispered command, drives her wild. He doesn't just protect her... he wants her bent, claimed, trembling under his control, every inch hers and only his. In the gilded palace, where rules are law and eyes are everywhere, surrendering means giving in to desire she shouldn't crave, to a man she can't resist-a fire that could destroy her crown or consume her completely. 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 → 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 × 𝘽𝙤𝙙𝙮𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 → 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 & 𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 → 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 & 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 → 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 → 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣-𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙀𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 → 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 → 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬-𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 & 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 → 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 / 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙙 / 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 → 𝘿𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 / 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 → 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 & 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 → 𝙏𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙤 & 𝘿𝙖𝙣

She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

Lila was just a prison cook - until the most dangerous inmate in the facility decided she belonged to him. Dante doesn't speak much. He doesn't need to. With a single look, he commands fear and absolute obedience. When his dark obsession lands on the quiet, beautiful cook, her life ends and a new one begins - one where she is claimed, marked, and bred against her will. Dragged deeper into his terrifying world of power and control, Lila fights him at every turn. But Dante is patient, ruthless, and completely unhinged in his love. He will burn letters, break bones, and shatter every piece of her old life until the only thing left is him. In his cage, she is both prisoner and queen.

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

1st In #dark 2026 May 26 "Going somewhere, sweetheart?" I spun around and ran the other direction-straight into Soren, who caught me around the waist with a laugh. "Gotcha, marshmallow." "Let GO-" He spun us, and suddenly I was facing the opposite direction, and Riven was there, and they were on either side of me, and I could feel the heat radiating off both of them like a wall. "This way," Riven said softly, his hand finding the small of my back and guiding me forward. Not grabbing. Not forcing. Just... directing. Like I didn't have a choice. Because I didn't. They herded me through the mansion like sheepdogs with a wayward lamb-Soren on my left, Riven on my right, their hands barely touching me but their presence inescapable. Every time I tried to veer off course, they closed the gap, subtle and seamless, until we reached the one room I'd been hoping to avoid. Ezren's study. The door was already open. Warm light spilled out into the dark hallway, and inside, Ezren sat behind his massive desk, his fingers steepled, his gray eyes watching me with the kind of patience that was far more terrifying than anger. Kael stood by the window, his expression unreadable. "Sit her down," Ezren said quietly. They did. Soren guided me into the leather chair across from Ezren's desk, and Riven moved to stand behind it, his hands resting on the back of the chair-on either side of my head, caging me without touching. I was surrounded. "Now," Ezren said, his voice calm and measured. "Would you like to explain why you're communicating with a boy we explicitly told you to stay away from? Or should I just check your phone myself?" "It's none of your business who I text-" "It is literally our business." He leaned forward. "You are our business, Lavana. Every person you talk to. Every place you go. Every breath you take. That is not up for debate." "That's psychotic!" "That's protection." "That's obsession."

One shot!!! CNC BDSM KINKY MxF INTRUDER

A nineteen year old student gets a scholarship into the most richest private university in America, but soon realizes that nothing comes for free, when she meets the four head professors of her university. "We know that you want the four of us to take you all at the same time while your on your knees, begging us to stop because you can't take anymore." Inspired from an old story from @valiumhoe started: feb / 2022

"What did I tell you about talking to other men?" Xander growls into my ear, pinning my wrists above my head. "I-I- I'm s-sorry-" "Sorry's not enough, babygirl. You disobeyed us. You know what happens when you disobey us." Axel growls, his nose still in my neck. He raises his head to look me in the eyes. "We punish you." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aalya Rivera. She's been beaten, raped, and treated like a slave for the past three years by her abusive step-father, Carter. After an exceptionally rough, painful beating delivered on the night of her eighteenth birthday, Aalya decides she can't take it any longer. So she leaves. Running away with no more than minimal clothes, food, and water, she leaves into the woods behind her step-father's house. She runs as far as her bruised, beaten body allows her, before crumpling down and passing out from pain in the middle of the forest. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alpha triplets Xander, Xavier, and Axel have been looking everywhere for their mate for eight years, to no avail. When Axel goes for a run in the forest, he comes across their mate, laying as though dead on the ground. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Will Aalya adapt to living with her possessive, controlling mates, or will their rough, untamable personalities become too much for her? Or will it be her reluctance letting them heal her scars? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- warning: my grammar and writing ability is pretty questionable at times. This my first book. Go easy. ⚠⚠WARNING---EXTREME POSSESSIVENESS & OVERPROTECTIVENESS⚠⚠ 18+ readers only TW - Abuse, rape, descriptive sex scenes, crude language.

"What did you say?" Asher asked calmly. "I-I don't wa-" I was cut off by his loud laugh. He came behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Looks like our little girl loves to daydream brother." He said to Alec who is watching everything with a blank face. He walked slowly towards us and stood in front of me. He grabbed my jaw harshly and said calmly "I dare you to say it again." When I stayed silent Asher grabbed my hair and jerked my head back "Answer him" he shouted on my face making me close my eyes in fear. How could I speak when they both are keeping me in between them like this. I took a deep breath to calm down my fear. I have to do this if I don't want to lose my life and my freedom to them. I opened my mouth and said those words which could only get me killed by them. ~~~~~~~ 18+ story. 🔞🔞

Dove Quinn is a orphan sweet innocent girl who was everything they weren't. A porcelain doll with blue eyes and a heart too pure for the world she was about to be dragged into, she still believed in love stories, unaware that hers had already been written in blood and obsession. They'd been watching her for a year. Three shadows lurking in the silence. The Santoro triplets- Blaze, Cain and Silas. A Mafia royalty. Billionaire tyrants who ruled the underworld with cold hands and colder hearts. No one crossed them. No one questioned them. And no one, ever, touched what belonged to them. And Dove? She was theirs. Always had been. She just didn't know it yet. For a year, they watched her innocence bloom, tracked her every dimpled smile, every routine, every friend she barely had. They stalked, waited, and were obsessed and waited till she turned eighteen then they took her.... In their world, love came in chains and kisses tasted like control. They didn't want her fear, they wanted her surrender. Slowly. Completely. And they would have it. Because Dove was the only soft thing they'd ever touch without breaking. But that didn't mean they wouldn't bend her. Over and over again. Until her innocence wore their names.