"What good is that beautiful face if you can't even please your man?" 𝑭𝒐𝒓 18+ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔. (𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻) #1𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 #1𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ━━❅━━ Warning: This story might contain explicit content unsuitable for younger readers. Proceed at your own risk, as this author's work is notoriously addictive, and you might develop an intense obsession with her vividly crafted characters. ... "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a silken caress as his hands continued to knead her dainty feet. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" Her eyes fluttered down in shyness, and she shook her head. She detested it when he ignored her. "I won't, husband." "Good. Now, it's time for another punishment." Her eyes widened. "W-What punishment, husband?" He said nothing, merely pulling her down and pinning her to the desk. Half her body leaned on the flat surface, her bottom provocatively arched. "This is your original punishment, darling." He would no longer restrain himself.

❝The higher you go, the harder you fall.❞ Elena Evans has always been the observer. No one notices her, but she sees everything. The Elite. Beautiful, spoiled, exclusive. The richest families in the world- they don't let just anyone in. When Elena is asked to make one of them fall in love with her, she figures it's just a stupid game. But the Elite have secrets- and Elena isn't the first one to play their game. [The Elite Series #1] [Wattys2014 Winner: Talk Of The Town Award]

#1 in Thriller /15-05-18/ "I want her", he says in a deep voice, causing me to shiver. His hair and eyes are the same color as the sky at night and his lips are curled up in a mischievous smirk. He reaches out his hand and gently touches my cheek and I take a step back, my eyes full of anger and fear. "Ah, feisty one, aren't you?" I hear him say as he leans in closer, trapping me between the cold wall and his tense body. Copyright © 2014

A set of chess stands at my bedside table, the white row perfectly in line while one of the black knights already moved. I furrow my eyebrows at the wrongdoing but then remind myself of one thing; he doesn't play by the rules. Picking up the small letter in the middle of the checkerboard, I keep the creeping fear at bay and read the four words followed by his signature, surprisingly neatly written. "Prepare to be checkmated - Nick."