18+ This is a mfm, polyamorous erotic romance. It is a standalone spinoff and a part of the Vanderbrooke Universe. Nov 6/21 Remy, AKA The Devious Diablo is a famous Las Vegas stripper. He is a bisexual man who knows what he wants. He has a fun loving personality and never takes anything too seriously. Killian Kellerman is a possessive, proud gay man who works as a firefighter. He has the looks of a devil, the body of an angel and a sex drive that is sinfully delightful. What happens when these roommates turned lovers put out an ad to find the perfect roommate? Enter Evelyn Wallen. There are three words that come to mind when anyone thinks about Eve. Crass, sass and badass. Desperate for a place to live, she moves in with these two men, quickly realizing that she is feeling things for both of them that she should not be feeling. Being a woman who has always been on her own, never been in love and is fiercely independent, how will she handle living with two men that she not only salivates over but begins to develop feelings for? Join this trio on a journey of sexual tension, intense pleasure, awakened emotions and a bond like no other. *** Remy's head moved closer to mine, one hand tucking my hair behind my ear before I felt his warm, moist lips brushing over the outer edge of it. Shivers ran up and down my spine as his fingers brushed over the lips that had been connected to his boyfriend's only moments ago. Yet he had no clue. "Too bad. You look so God damn kissable right now. The way your cheeks are flushed, your lips are slightly swollen and plump, glistening in the light..." Jesus, take the wheel. I was about to do something really fucking stupid. My head turned, my hands finding his hair, gripping it tightly as I pressed my mouth to his. "Oh!" He gasped in surprise, and I let my body take over, shutting out all thoughts as well as my inner voice that was screaming at me like a madwoman telling me this was wrong. So wrong but oh so fucking right.

At first, I would have considered this behaviour as stalking; they seemed to be everywhere I was, like they knew my routine off by heart. Not just that; they were in my head, like I'd eaten some dodgy food and now had a parasite swimming around in my brain. Only this parasite was in the form of two mysterious men. But now I know the truth, maybe my best friend was right, was it fate? Or just that the saying was right, it was a small world after all. A strange coincidence that I happened to have ties to them yet had never met them. And how was it possible to feel so connected to them. Perhaps it wasn't fate, maybe I should have listened to my doctor when they suggested therapy...

Sofia has spent her life surviving-weathering the kind of pain that leaves invisible scars and a hollow ache behind the ribs. A childhood soaked in fear. Nights filled with silence and slammed doors. Bruises that never quite faded. With nothing but a suitcase of secrets and her little brother's hand in hers, she flees to Cambridge after receiving a letter that feels like salvation: admission to the most prestigious law school in the country. She thought this would be a new beginning. A place for her and her brother to build a new life, to heal, to breathe. Until Lucas appeared in her life. Ruthless, untouchable, and terrifyingly brilliant, Lucas Lockhart rules the university from the shadows-his power unspoken, his presence a storm no one dares to challenge. Cold ocean eyes. Sharp tongue that speaks in threats and poetry. Mind like a blade. Hands that destroy and protect with the same terrifying ease. The moment he sees Sofia, something shifts. She doesn't know it, but she's trespassed into dangerous territory. She thinks she escaped the worst. But the devil wears a tailored suit in Harvard Law School-and he's already decided. She is his.

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆♥︎ Kael Maddox was never meant to open up. The war took his brother, his sleep, and the version of himself he once recognized. But then he walked into Averie Lane's office- and her soft voice, her patience, and her kindness began to quiet the noise in his mind. She was supposed to heal him. Not memorize his laughter. Not stay on the phone till he fell asleep. Not fall for him in all the quiet ways love sometimes happens. There are no grand confessions here. No rules broken, only walls that gently crumble. Just two lost souls learning that sometimes, love doesn't come to ruin you- it comes to save you.

Looking up at him as he smoked a cigarette. He gave me no attention. I take his hand, sliding it between my thighs, all the way to my bare pussy that was dripping for his cock. "Look Rico, I wore nothing for you." I mumble softly with a smile on my lips. I guide his fingers the way I liked them, moaning softly, getting his attention. Blowing the smoke out he looks down at me. He pulls his hand away from my pussy. He grabs a hold of my jaw, pressing my cheeks so hard my lips pouted involuntarily at him. "Behave, Bella, or I'll face fuck you so hard I'll destroy that innocent face." He warned, He goes back to smoking his cigarette, looking down at his phone. I take a step back, taking of my clothes one by one. He looks at me, watching me with an intense gaze that heats my body up. His eyes slowly dilate, becoming lustful an greedy. Suddenly and roughly he grabs my throat, forcing me on my knees in front of him. Tossing his phone on the counter, he takes out his hard cock. Looking at his cock my lips part automatically. With no warning he thrusts his cock down my throat and I choke. The drool in my mouth, slipping through the edges of my lips and dripping onto my tits as I desperately try to close my mouth around his thick, throbbing cock. "Look at me, Bella." I listen obediently, looking up at him. My vision blurry from the tears. "Is this want you want, you fucking whore?" He taunts and I nod. He slips his cock out of my mouth, giving me a few seconds to suck in a breath. He pulls my hair back and I gasp softly. "Use your fucking mouth or I'll put it to work." He slides a thumb over my lips, smudging my red lipstick. "Please, Rico. Put it in my mouth."

TRIGGER WARNING/ MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ only. The fictional characters in this story are involved in an AGE GAP, dark fiction, erotic thriller/dom/sub relationship. It is consensual. Protagonist is a legal adult, eighteen years of age. This is a work of fiction, a GUILTY PLEASURE READ if you will, and intended for entertainment purposes. Reader discretion is advised. Daisy feels like she's disappearing. Her boyfriend barely looks at her anymore, her friends don't understand her, and senior year? It's a nightmare. But just when she thinks she's out of chances, Mr. Edwards, her mysterious and sharp-eyed pre calculus teacher, offers her something unexpected: private lessons after school. But these lessons aren't just academic, and Daisy will learn lessons far greater than calculus. Mr. Edwards sees something in Daisy no one else does, and he's not afraid to take control. As their tutoring sessions evolve into something far more forbidden, Daisy is pulled into a hidden world of discipline, desire, and surrender. Under his firm guidance, she begins to thrive-both in the classroom and in the intoxicating dynamic they share behind closed doors. She's learning how to solve for the rate at which angles change...
And how to kneel, obey, and unravel. As lines blur and walls break down, Daisy realizes she's stepped into something more dangerous than she could have ever imagined.

Can a psychopath feel love like you and me?? The answer is no. Because whatever they feel is much more dangerous then just love. It's an obsession, a craving, a madness. That is the only way to explain Killian's feelings for Ophelia ITS A DARK ROMANCE! 1🥇killer 1🥇 toxic

Nobody ever thinks their life will shatter in an instant-until it does. Not at first. You wake up, you go through the motions, and you trust the people around you. You laugh, you cry, you love. You never stop to wonder if the hands you hold today will be the same ones that destroy you tomorrow. I never did. I never questioned the warmth in his smile, the strength in his presence, the way he stood by my side like a shadow I could always rely on. I thought I had finally found someone who understood me, someone who didn't see me as an outsider. Someone I called a brother. But trust is a dangerous thing. It blinds you. It makes you miss the signs staring right at you. Because the moment I saw the truth- I realized I had been holding the devil's hand all along. #5 Survivor #36 Obsession

I always had an eye for trouble, but I never knew trouble would come knocking at my doorstep just because I dared to raise my head and look at them. The King Brothers were the Lords of the underworld, and I was just another of their slaves with a crippled arm. That was until they took a liking towards me. And if that wasn't enough already, two of my masked lovers decided to show up when I had accepted my fate with them, only to mess things up further.