- ᴀ ʙᴡᴡᴍ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴇᴀᴛ?" "ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ." ‼️18+ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ🔞 ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢꜱ : #1 ɢᴏᴏᴅʏᴛᴡᴏꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ #1 ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ #1 ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ #2 ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴅ #2 ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛ #2 ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

In Savannah, Georgia Elle Sinclair, a refined Black debutante, and Luke O'Connor, a rugged White mechanic, come from two different worlds destined to remain apart. But when a chance encounter brings them together, their forbidden romance sparks a love connection that challenges them for the unexpected.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. This story also utilizes strong language and violence, so if you are of under age or sensitive to such things then continuing to read is strongly not advised by author. His Baby. Copyright © December 2015. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!

The first thing he noticed wasn't the blood in the glass. It was her. Draped in crimson silk, barefoot, smiling like she'd been expecting him. "You're not very good at breaking and entering," she said. Her voice was honey and rot. Cassian tightened his grip on the crowbar. "I didn't think anyone was home." She stepped forward. "You were wrong." And God, he was. SLOW UPDATES!!!

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

Normani is use to being in control-of her body, her home, and especially her heart. A stunning, single mother and seasoned flight attendant, she knows better than to entertain distractions. But when her son comes home from college for the summer and brings his best friend with him, all bets are off. Zane is tall, tatted, and built like temptation in human form-confident, cocky, and way too grown for his own good. He's got bedroom eyes, a mouth full of slick charm, and zero shame in how hard he flirts with her. She knows he's trouble. She knows he's off-limits. But every night, he's just down the hall... Because temptation has never looked this good. And it might just be the best worst decision she's ever made.