He was the most beautiful and enthralling man she had ever met, seductive and powerful. She was like a moth to a flame; unable to escape whatever he planned for her. (Please don't read if you are under 18.) It should have been different but it wasn't. It was the same old story of pleasure and pain that had been interlaced for so many years, but finally she got away. She had managed to stay undetected for three years when they accidentally bumped into each other again. The fear of history repeating itself was screaming in her face; run, flee! But she was frozen to the spot. Could she trust the man that had betrayed her in the most vulnerable ways? It should have all worked out, but it hadn't, could it ever? Will she be able to get away from this degrading life this time? (MATURE CONTENT!) The cover is built on a photo that is owned by LonelyPierot on DiviantArt If you care to read both Broken and Stronger, I strongly suggest you start with this one. This is the first one in this serie of three.

Lydia Morrison has had a tumultuous few months: she's gone from fuck-toy to full-time submissive to girlfriend of two powerful lawyers; Patrick Rosing and Jonathan Harris-Bower. Now she's faced with the fallout of being a public triad and it couldn't come at a worse time.

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Phoebe had always believed that, as a priestess, it was her duty follow the will of the Goddess Lady Seraphine and the Creator. When she hears of cultists attempting to summon the Demon Lord and bring destruction to the Caedoran Empire, she immediately joins the holy troops sent to stop them. But when it all ends in failure, she tries to escape. Despite her efforts, the feared Demon Lord easily captures her and drags her down to the Underworld. However, instead of killing her, he claims she is his soulmate and a reincarnation of his previous love: the very goddess that she and empire worship! It has to be a lie. There is no way this is her fate! He's a monster! Except he lights a fire in her body and soul that no amount of prayer can quell. Every whisper makes her heart race, every kiss sends shivers down her spine, and every touch makes her feel whole. And no matter how much she rejects him, she always finds herself back in his arms and praying for more. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of noncon and dubcon elements, graphic violence, fantasy religious concepts, and sexually explicit content that may trigger certain audiences.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

▪️MAFIA ROMANCE▪️ "I swear, sometimes I really can't stand you!" Chuckling low in his throat, Sergey replied, "Yet just last week you were begging for my co-" "You're such an ass!" I interjected. "Well, you know what they say, Natasha. Never be nice to an asshole, you'll only get shit in return..." **** Sergey is used to getting his own way and has never been one to play by the rules. The right hand man to the King of meat hook sodomy has always done what he wants, when he wants, and no one ever tells him no. However, he finds himself in a quandary when the alluring Natasha takes an interest in him. They both work for Aleksandr Tolstoy and are no strangers to the trials and tribulations of the mafia world. But even so, are they prepared for something even more dangerous like love? 🔅Rated R: Contains thematic issues, adult language, MATURE sexual content, violence and possible triggers. ------------------------------------------------- Cover Photo: Edited by @KimberlyTanithMarie using an image from photographer Brian Lawson © All rights reserved 2022 I DO NOT consent to my story being translated, copied or otherwise reproduced by anyone.

[Unstable Minds #1] "Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn't, would he? "Speak!" He yells in my face causing me to flinch back, a sob crawling up my throat as more tears fall from my eyes. I nod my head frantically. "Y-yes!" He lifts his hand up, I couldn't help but flinch back when the pad of his thumb came down on my cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "Don't cry baby, we're going to spend some time together. Just you and I." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ ⠀⠀⠀ Ezio Shaw; a 30-year-old college professor. His friends took him out to celebrate his new position as a professor only to be ditched, until, a mystery girl makes her way to his table and offers him something he couldn't refuse. Leah Phillips; a 19-year-old college student, she's in her second year of college. Her friends constantly made fun of her for being a virgin, until she made a bet; She could get anyone in bed without being experienced. She meets a mysterious man sitting in the bar's booth not knowing he would turn into her worst nightmare. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ Copyright © 2019 by Yewhaw All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ **I don't own the picture used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners**

"With a swift motion he entered me and I cried out, and for the first time using "foul language" as I can recall Mama saying. I felt him in me, and slowly move to push himself deeper in. It still hurt like hell, but after he began to move a bit more I grew accustomed to him. My once cries of pain became cries of pleasure as he thrusted into me. At some point in time, that I can't recall, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I met his thrusts automatically. I felt myself tighten around him. And then I felt great pleasure flood out of me as I climax." •*•*•*•*•*• Shanti was born to be married, or more like sold to the highest bidder. All her life she has known this. At her first auction she was bought by the gorgeous and rich Andrew Knight. Andrew has made it clear to her that she is to refer to him as "Master". As her time with Andrew increases, Shanti begins to feel something she grew up with out. Love.