《 "You're a woman without a voice, Briony," he whispers against my lips. "Let me be the throat through which you scream." 》 Briony Strait Sex, masturbation, erotic thoughts. I was taught these things were shameful. Sinful. Vile. Girls like me aren't promiscuous. We look down on those who are. We're proper. Pure. Innocent. But the more I see of the masked man lurking in the shadows of the night, the more evidence of his sick obsession of me, the more my lustful imagination runs wild. I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him. Aero is my stalker. He's like the air around him. Vanishing whenever he pleases. Showing up to surprise me when I least expect it to pleasure me in ways unimaginable. He only has two rules for me: Give myself over to my hidden desires. Never find out who he is. What he doesn't realize is he's creating a monster. One with the same insatiable hunger for the sickest form of toxic love. THAT SIK LUV

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

𝟏𝟖+ Bellamy moves in with her brother after another set back in life, not daring to share her struggles with her parents. But, he doesn't live alone. There's someone else who needed his help, and it so happens to be the one person on earth Bellamy hates the most. What happens when you put these two in the same house? (Also warning: unexpected pregnancy) * 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 This story contains mature themes, including, but not limited to: explicit sex scenes and references, the use of profanity, the mention and use of drugs and alcohol, the mention of physical and sexual abuse, and graphic violence. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

This book includes all explicit and bonus scenes from my story "Hotter than Hell" which will be available on the Episode app! *** MATURE CONTENT!! Please do not read unless you are over the age of 18! Story includes strong language, sex scenes and violence. My IG @lizzie.epi