"Oh, little crybaby, you don't know what you're asking me for," Gabriel spoke darkly. His gazed shifted, boring into me as his breath mingled with mine. "You sit here in your little school uniform with a damn cross hanging from your neck...," he paused, his eyes narrowing as they burned through me. "Not even understanding what you're asking me while your daddy sits at home wondering why his little girl isn't back yet. I don't fuck little girls." I choked out a sob, his fingers flexing around my throat "Run, piagnona," he warned lowly, "Run as fast as you can and pray I don't catch you again cause I can promise that I won't deny myself the pleasure of ruining you a second time." ------------------ A story in which a catholic school girl becomes obsessed with the walking devil reincarnate - an Italian mob boss who loves the idea of ruining her just a little too much. Clementine wants nothing more than to be good, but his temptation is just so sweet. Gabriel wouldn't usually be so captivated by a little church girl, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure? FMC IS OF AGE!

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

BULLY ROMANCE ______________ Juliette Al Saria had always known who she'd become. Her life was set in stone the second she'd wished it that way. She had the perfect boyfriend, the perfect university, the perfect family. She would be married, have children and be happy. That had been her plan up until seven months ago. When her boyfriend had fallen in love with the bitch who had ruined his life. Now Juliette was lost, drowning in drink and drugs and sex. Her purpose was lost, her future was tainted and she was swimming in a pool of darkness, of loneliness because losing Nathaniel Evensley, didn't mean just losing the love of your life. It meant losing your friendship group, your support system, your life. And Juliette had no clue how to get it back. Mangus Holier had watched Juliette since the first time he saw her, he had watched her fall in love with his best friend and witnessed it break her. He had felt every emotion across her face and embodied every pain she encountered. Because he loved her. He loved her the second he saw her. And he knew he could never have her. Because she would always want his best friend. Tasked with looking over a rogue Juliette, Magnus -Who had always been a dick to Juliette to hide his feelings- finds that it's harder to keep his feelings at bay because Juliette wasn't pushing him away, in fact the only way she didn't push him away was during sex. Because during sex, Magnus gave her everything he never let himself say. He touched her like the sun touches the trees, kissed her as if she was air, craved her like she was ambrosia. Juliette was his everything. And she had no idea. Because she'd never been anyone's everything. She'd never been anyone's entirety. She never thought she'd love being His Little Slut. ________________ #1st in using #1st in Cambridge #1st in want #1st in rugby #1st in breeding #1st in old #1st in bitch #1st in yearning ________________ Set in England Second year of University Warnings in intro.

"Fuck Bambi, you're so perfect." "Do you hate me?" I ask, he grazed my cheek, his eyes looking back into mine as he lowered his head, his lips grazing mine. "You could kill me and I'd still crawl back to you, dead or not." "I don't know what love is, but fuck, if what we have is love than I want nothing else but it." ---- Ashform Reform Institute isn't a school-it's a sentence. A prison disguised as a second chance, where every student has blood on their hands, a crime on their record, and a secret they'd kill to keep buried. Elavenna Vale doesn't belong here. At least, that's what she tells herself. But survival at Ashform means playing by its rules-stay quiet, don't ask questions, and never trust the wrong person. Especially not Rook Elias Vaughn. He's chaos in human form. A fighter with bruised knuckles, secrets none knows, and a secret life. He has his own reasons for being here, and Venna should stay far, far away. Unfortunately, that seems impossible when they have to share a dorm. But when students start vanishing, and the school's walls close in like a noose, she realizes something horrifying-the worst monsters aren't locked outside. They're already here. And if Venna isn't careful, she'll be next. ---- #1 - Reform School #2 - Academia #3 - Love Story

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. The Damned Dynasty Series Book One: Tantalization Book Two: Enticement explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

*Completed* My addict. My salvation and his. ___ Our friendship? Yeah, that was hanging by a thread, but right now, that didn't matter. "You heard me," I whispered. "I'm going to fuck this pure brain up and ruin every single light." I said honestly, rubbing my cock that was fucking hard against my boxers at the sight of her helpless rocking and breathless mouth while watching her rock against my knee.

"Oh, Lilith. When I die and you spit on my grave just know I'm under there with my mouth wide open." • • • As president of the Devils of Sin Motorcycle Club, my life has been steeped in darkness and trauma since the day I drew my first breath. Chaos is my inheritance. I need it to feel balanced-grounded-whole. The only people who matter are the ones who wear my cut. Loyalty begins and ends there. Women are nothing more than tools. Never to be wanted, only used-faces blurring together until they mean nothing at all. I live by a simple truth: death is always waiting at my door. Until a pretty doll drifts into my sights and forces me to feel something I thought was long dead. Alive. [18+] Mature Content Highest Ranking #1 - Bike #1 - Biker #1 - Dark Humor #1 - Motorcycle #1 - Seductive

Her figure started trembling in fear as she was feeling her legs were getting weak. She tried to loosen his grip on her wrist but it was like if he was made of pure iron. "Y-you can't touch me like this. This is w-wrong. Leave me- Ahh" But he already held her jaw in his hand squeezing it painfully. She can feel his drunken breaths on her forehead and it was giving her goosebumps. "Oh really! Let me tell you my little wifey, I won you and now, you are my property sweetheart. I can touch even fuck you whenever and wherever I want" His said darkly as his chest was vibrating in furiousness. Those words of his made her blood turned cold. "Leave me- mmmm" Before she can finish, he pulled her harshly into a lustful kiss and the warm tears fell down from her eyes while her heart started bleeding in unbearable pain. •••• Annabella Grayson, a sweet, innocent and so pure soul. She was a loving girl with a heart of a diamond. She was like blooming days but, everything turns dark when he entered her life. Ivan Miller, a cold-hearted, sinner and another name of fear. He only knows to rule. Love was just a four-letter word for him. He only surrounds Lust. He was a man without feelings and emotions until his eyes caught her and she became his obsession and his desire. ------------------------------ ~: Mature content ( 18+) ~: Grammatical errors maybe. Since English a foreign language for me. ~: Do not try to do plagiarism. Copyright © deaxlykookie ✔ (AnonyBunny) ENJOY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in Lust #1 in erotic romance #1 in evil husband #1 in hatelove #1 in hate #1 in temptation

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.