A not so innocent nymphomaniac comes across two sexy men trying to steal her heart. What happens when she wants them both? "Can I have you both?" No MXM Rankings ⭐️ #1 in Emo #1 in Mature #1 in Sexy #1 in Relationship #1 in Drama #1 in Love #1 in Trouple #1 in ALT ©Copyright 2024. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie on wattpad.com. Thank you. SEXUAL CONTENT

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED 5th June 2024 All it took was one sinful night for Xavier Cross to fall for Honey Hartley. He was finally ready to put his playboy ways behind him only for her to leave before he had the chance. Now one year later his only goal is to bring back the woman who brought him down to his knees - quite literally. And once he does find her, he won't be letting her go anytime soon. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Honey squints at me through her long lashes, my eyes dropping to her heavy breasts that heave with every breath she takes. I smirk and trap my bottom lip between my teeth. "You know why I'm looking at you like this, Honey, don't be so naive now because you and I know you're anything but. You might put on this whole innocent act when you're out in public but we both know how dirty you are when you're in between my bedsheets." I gradually close the space between us until I'm staring down at her with a lazy smile on my face. "We're not good for each other, Xavier. Whatever this is between us, isn't possible." My girl whispers shakily and that has me chuckling darkly. I grab a hold of her wrist and lift her left hand in the air. Her pretty eyes follow what I'm looking at, and they widen. "The ring on your finger says otherwise, baby," I say before planting a kiss on the expensive diamond. "Now be my good girl and get on your knees."

Dahlia Wellburg hates her misery as much as she loves it. She sees herself as a stone: ordinary and unwanted. Yet, they know her to be a rose: soft, but with thorns. . . . Mature Content. Check the tags.

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

Rya McCoy had it all.... except a good sex life. College was supposed to be the most exciting time of your life, but for Rya, she deemed it as the most important. The stress of her degree and being the best took over her world until she found herself in another. She didn't mean to waltz into a BDSM club, just as much as she didn't mean to get the ride of her life from her long-time arch nemesis, Christopher Knowles, but she did. And she couldn't help but crave for more. Two enemies. One deal. But a single promise: no one falls in love. _____ B O O K 2 O F T H E P L E A S E M E S E R I E S : 1 - Teach Me to Please 2 - Promise Me to Please _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ explicit language ❤︎ alcohol consumption ❤︎ mild violence ❤︎ BDSM _____ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S : 1 #enemies 1 #oppositesattract 2 #enemieswithbenefits 2 #goldengirl 2 #secretadmirer 3 #goldenboy _____ S T A R T E D - 14/04/2022 C O M P L E T E D - ? ? ?

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

One innocent girl. Three dangerous men.

They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.