The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Zain." He said it like he was tasting it. His fingers were still around my wrist, his thumb moving, just slightly, against my skin. "Zain. That is a pretty name." He turned to Raymond. His smile widened. "I like her." "She is taken," Raymond said. The words came fast. Faster than they should have. I heard them, and I felt something shift in the room, something I did not understand. Alexander laughed. It was a loud laugh, a full laugh, the kind that filled the room and left no space for anything else. "She is taken? Since when do you answer for the staff, Raymond?" Logan was still holding my wrist. His eyes were on Raymond now, his smile unchanged. "Why are you speaking for her?" Raymond did not answer. His face was hard, his jaw tight, his hands flat on the table. I had never seen him like this. I had never seen anyone look at me like this. Logan turned back to me. His eyes were blue, bright, and they held mine. "Are you taken, Zain?" My heart was pounding. I could feel it in my chest, my throat, my wrists, where his fingers were still wrapped around me. "No," I said. My voice was barely a whisper. "I am not taken." Logan smiled. He released my wrist, slow, deliberate, his fingers trailing against my skin. I pulled back. I set the bottle on the bar. I did not look at Raymond. I did not look at anyone. "I want her," Logan said. He was looking at Raymond now, his voice light, his smile easy. "I want her." "Not on my watch," Raymond said. His voice was low, hard, the voice of a man who was used to being obeyed. Logan laughed. Alexander laughed. I stood by the bar, the tray in my hands, my heart still pounding. "Why are you being so possessive?" Logan asked. "You are about to be engaged. Or have you forgotten?" Raymond's jaw tightened. His hands were still flat on the table, his knuckles white. The Woman She Became. You would love it. Give it a try.

"You don't understand how happy we are to call you ours." ~~~ Started : February 26, 2023 Ended : June 11, 2023 ~~~ Story contains: Explicit language, sexual content, mentions of abuse, mentions of assault, murder, knife play, self harm ~~~ Shy, kind, beautiful, innocent. The four main words that describe everything about 19 year old Ellie. Even though she was homeless, she never let much get in her way of surviving the days and nights out on the streets. Little did she know that a trio of mafia men would change her life, giving her much more than she had ever wanted. She would submit to them out of free will, they will be her dominants and her protectors. Valentino (27), the leader of the trio and the mafia. He had a kind soul inside of him, making people adore him when he was seen. He was also known for his good looks and charming personality, but mostly known as the new leader of his mafia. Owen (26), the "child-like" one in the trio. He seems like a funny best friend when you first meet him, but once it's time to get to work, the change in him feels and looks unreal. His way with words have changed many people, growing confidence in those he talked with. Lorenzo (27), the quiet but deadliest one in the trio. You never know much about him, his only focus being on the mafia. Even though he may seem dark and brutal, somewhere inside of him is a whole different story. But will the rivalry between the submissive's father and the three dominant mafia men get in the way of them taking her and changing her future? ~~~ Rankings! #1 Poly #1 Submissive #1 Reverseharem #1 Dominant #1 Trio #1 Praise #1 Homeless #1 Recommended #2 Posessive #2 Mafia #2 BDSM #20 Romance

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

My first book and hence I don't know what I did here. ✗Complete, Revamped, Editing✗ "Keep grinding, you little slut." He spoke while increasing the strength of the vibrator as I moaned. " Louder!! I want whole New York to know you're daddy's little sex toy." He aggressively attacks my neck making me loose my senses. My hands tied up made my me pulled and shake them in enjoyment and satisfaction. I was a total mess, covered with hickeys and sweat, tied to bed with handcuffs. I moaned louder and louder, making a devilish smirk appear on his face. " I...I wanna c-cum daddy..." I whispered between my screams of pleasure. " Not yet kitten, fun just began..." He spoke while pressing the vibrator deep inside of me making me loose control over everything. ✧✧✧✧✧✧ Azalea Rose, sweetheart, innocent, naive or in short blend of all pure things in this world. She has a heart of diamond. One of most beautiful creature god has ever made. Inspite of all this, she has a dark life, where her own house is her hell and her own dad is her demon. But what happens when she is thrown in a world worse than hell ? Igor 'Hunter' Leo, his name itself is enough to make anyone stumble, powerless. People fear him more than death. He got everything he desired. 'Everything'. Death is his another name in his Mafia world . He owns whole country, but what happens when he wants to own her....? ◼ WARNINGS ◼ • CONTAINS SOME HOT SHIT. • USE OF GUNS AND ADULT STUFF. • KINKS INCLUDED ♚ Rankings: #1 in daddy's girl on 2nd of Jan 2021 #1 in Alpha Man on 3rd of Jan 2021 #1 in hot on 6th of Jan 2021 #1 in domsub on 6th of Jan 2021 #1 in daddy issues on 6th of Jan 2021 #16 in romance on 7th of feb 2021

"P-please s-sir...it's not what you're thinking." Finally she mustered up the courage to speak these words. Her voice pleading and eyes desperate to get away from him. "I don't give a flying fuck! I paid for you and now you're going to do what you're supposed to do!" He hissed at her face making her large hazel eyes to broaden in fear. Carlos Knight wasn't supposed to see her but yet he did. The way her body moves to the rhythm of the tune was erotic for him, giving him a hard on and he knows he needs to have her, but what he didn't know is the seductress of a belly dancer is none other than his own personal assistant. What will Grace Dallas do, when she finds out that the client who paid in millions just to watch her dance for him alone at his penthouse was none other than her boss. Read to find out a story full of Dark Romance, erotism, passion, needs, misunderstandings, hate and crazy obsession of love. WARNING ⚠️ EXPLICIT CONTENT! (This is sample only!)

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

"Why did u punch him?" I asked in shock. "Why did you kiss him?" He asked me angrily. "What? I... but..he... " "Is he your boyfriend? Or Did he pay you to be with him?" He asked this annoyedly by interupting me. But hearing those words coming out from his mouth made me loose my temper. I went nearer to him and slapped him across his face. "How could you say like that? I am not like other bimbo's who are dying to do anything for money. I certainely don't need to explain to you anything and i don't wish to work with you anymore. Goodbye Mr. Pearce." ❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇❇ Alexander Pearce is the CEO of leading multi national company- The Pearce Industries. He is the most eligible bachelor in the New York city. While Scarlet Reeves is just a simple girl from a small town of Ohio, who just recently shifted to New York with her best friend Taylor Hope to pursue a descent job and improve her way of living life peacefully. Little did she knew her destiny has something else written for her rather than living peacefully. She got an opportunity to work with Alexander as his Personal Assistant and that would be a hell of a ride for her. He is possesive, highly develish,stubbornly handsome and a greek god. With so much of qualities in him will she really be able to handle this hell of a Ceo? Or is there a possibibility that this Possesive Ceo will be her's forever? What do you all think? ********************* This book is not so perfect. But i am just trying it out. After completing the story i will check out the mistakes and edit it well. Still I hope you guys will read and enjoy this book. You all can share your pretty thoughts to me anytime. Thank you for reading the above description! Ranked at #113 for Romance [8-08-2016] #70 in Romance [18.08.16] #49 in Romance [21.08.16] #9 in Romance [14.09.16] # 3 in Romance [21.05.17] #2 in Romance [01.07.17]

Warning! This story contains sensitive topics. ** I looked into his dark eyes and saw, what I once naïvely thought, was innocence. ** "Please!" she cried, curling into herself and holding her arms to her chest. "I want to go home! I haven't done anything to you! Let me go please!" Anger washed over me. What was she not understanding? "Mia!" I snapped, holding her neck tighter, staring down into her watery brown eyes. "You can't leave, I won't let you! I can't lose you! And you have done something. You've stolen my heart." I felt a grin play on my lips as I leaned more onto her. "and for that, baby, you've done everything." [COMPLETE]✅ (This book will be rewritten at some point!)

Owned By Him: Till Death Do Us Apart | A Dark Romance | 18+ Seraphina Blake was born to smile, nod, and obey. A prodigy at the piano and a masterpiece of quiet elegance, she was raised to be seen-not heard. But when her father signs away her future for power and prestige, Seraphina is thrown into a world of sharp suits, colder stares, and a last name that drips with legacy and lies. Damien Thorne is everything she isn't. Billionaire CEO. Heartless. Untouchable. The type of man who doesn't flinch when the world burns-because he's usually the one who lit the match. He never asked for a wife. Especially not one like her. But in a world where love is currency and marriage is war, Seraphina must learn how to survive the empire she was forced into... Even if it means melting the ice around Damien's heart-or letting it consume her. ---------------- The shock stole my voice. I could feel the smooth surface at my back and the heat of his body so close it made my skin burn. My wrists were pinned, and I was trapped. Still, I whispered, "Why are you doing this...?" His voice was low, rough, dangerous. "You play beautifully," he said, his breath ghosting against my skin. "So graceful. So poised. So perfect." For a moment, I almost believed it was a compliment. But then he leaned closer. "But I see past that sweet little act," he whispered. "All the pretty smiles and perfect posture-it's a facade. You're just another spoiled princess playing pretend. But don't bother. You won't fool me." ----------------