Sold his ass for one night. Became the Mafia Don's obsessed cumdump instead. Boss Cold owns Jimmy's throat, holes, and soul - breeding him raw, spanking him red, and degrading his needy body every filthy night. But when the ruthless Don gets caged, this desperate mafia whore is left dripping and defenseless. Will Jimmy stay a loyal fucktoy or get ruined by Cold's enemies? Extreme MM mafia smut. Non-stop degradation. Zero mercy. Warning: Very dirty. Very wrong. Extremely addictive. Start reading... if you're not scared to get wet 😈

THE DIMENSION ONE : A Debt repayment. She was embezzled on the day of her wedding. Manyata had lived her existence with the drizzle of gold all her life. Protected and kept safe, pampered and cherished. Had she known? The day she believed should be the happiest? She would be running in the middle of nowhere to be saved by a monster who had previously crossed her path once. Prithviraj was no prince, yet he had a borrowed throne. He sat high, but someone's seating position doesn't make one's sense that heightened. He took what was his, in the worst form. A girl. The one who stumbled on his chest, and now fell in the dungeon of his house. Was he the storm that took her away? Or was she the flood he never thought would come across? And never to forget the fact, That storm and floods are always accompanied by each other. Similarly, were these two meant to be? THE DIMENSION TWO : She was a girl he had witnessed for years. Always more exemplary than his previous encounters. But the more devious her exquisite beauty was the more deviant she managed to make him. But, those days of relinquishing her were bound to end, when the lover of the century was ready to lay himself down to whatever awaited him when he took his first step towards her. The future king of Jodhgarh was set to marry only those who are high-matched with him, to seek gain. But the prince has lost his heart already to the girl from another town. Manyata Daiwar was forbidden to know a man because for her the only one worth it was her brother. She never put forth her desires for her brother's interest. Until someone who sought to break rules was brought to life. But on the cost of what? Her being bounded by another. And not just rule, maybe tied around even with ropes.

His Captive Girlfriend [Mature | Dark College Romance | 18+] He is the king of St. Augustine's. Rich. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way monsters are. Aryan Khanna takes whatever he wants, and he decided he wanted me. One birthday party. One dark room. One mistake that broke me forever. Now I'm his "girlfriend." I smile when he touches me in public. I sit on his lap like a good girl. I come to his penthouse every night, crying, begging, bleeding. Because he has a video. Because he owns the college, my scholarship, my father's debts. Because if I run, he'll destroy everything I love. I hate him. I fear him. But every time he forces his way inside me, my body forgets how to say no. He calls me his little bird in a cage he built just for me. The door is locked. The key is around his neck. And the worst part? Some nights I stop reaching for the lock. TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-con/dub-con, blackmail, forced relationship, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional abuse, stalking, degradation. This is a very dark romance. Please read responsibly. #darkromance #enemiestolovers #forcedrelationship #college #possessive #mafiaheirs #angst

"Are you firing me again?" Her voice trembled. She knew he won't choose a woman like her working at his place. He was way too good. "No...I can't do that now." His answer only made her more puzzled. "Then?" She asked and wonder if the other employees were right. She looked at him expectantly while it took everything in him to look in her eyes and not wander around. "I meant to ask you a question, Ms Marshall," Theo started and she nodded hurriedly getting a hold of her pencil. "Will you be my Mistress?" And, everything was frozen. Theodore Gordon had it all sorted. Nothing could stand between him and his goals. He had a plan to follow that was not to compromise. But what he never saw coming was Meghan Marshall. ********* Erotica 18+ For muture Audience.

**✨ 𝙵𝙰𝙺𝙸𝚁𝙰: 𝚆𝚊𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚄𝚜 🔥✨** Enemies first from his side. Rivals next. Partners by accident. And lovers... only when war turns into surrender. Katha Desai-a fearless journalist, the voice of truth, the fire that refuses to die out. She prays to **Lord Shiva** for love, but life keeps throwing her into storms. Smart, ambitious, and relentless, she knows one thing-**she won't bow down, no matter who stands against her.** Shlok Marwah-the **king of shadows**, a man who hides his demons behind a billionaire's mask. By day, he's the **CEO of Art of Vision**, a powerful architect with a mind sharper than steel. But when the night falls, he becomes something else-a man **you don't cross, you don't betray, and you definitely don't fall in love with.** ⚡ He hates women. She prays for love. ⚡ He trusts no one. She believes in second chances. ⚡ He builds empires. She destroys corruption. They weren't meant to meet. **Fate made sure they did.** They weren't meant to fall in love. **Destiny made sure they would.** But love? **Love was never supposed to be this dangerous.** 🔥 **A story of war, power, passion, betrayal, and an impossible love that shouldn't exist.** 💔 **Some chapters will melt your heart. Some will break it.** ⚠️ **Read only if you're ready for an intense, emotional ride.** **📖 Updates: Twice a week!** **🔞 Warnings: Dark/Light themes, intense emotions, betrayal, and passion.** 💬 *Are you ready for the war between them?*

"Yamuna never imagined her beauty could change her life so deeply. What begins as admiration soon becomes obsession from curious whispers to desperate confessions. A story of beauty, burden, and the desires it awakens."

"If I have to leave you, I'll start seeing courtesans." He stated. Unfazed, "go ahead," whispered the woman of his heartbeat. Prem took one hand off her back and brushed the loose hair at the side of her face behind her ear. "I'll make sure to pick the ones who resemble you the most." "Go ahead." Noor eyed him in a trance. Her smile sensual and smitten. "I'll take a new one to bed every night." His thumb caressed her earlobe. Noor smile widened. "Go ahead." "I'll call them by your name." He somehow managed to keep his train of thought going despite being utterly enchanted by her smile. "Go ahead." Noor confirmed in the same tone. "I'll marry Chand." He said seemingly running out of the list of things he would do with the courtesans. Her smile stumbled and a hint of unspeakable pain flashed in her eyes before she recovered it again and whispered, "go ahead." That little flicker of pain in her eyes killed Prem. "Fuck you.." he said in anguish. "Say 'go ahead' one more time." Noor let her piercing dark eyes settle into his before sensually declaring, "go ahead." Swiftly turning over so she was underneath him, Prem removed the pillow from between them at once and shot forward to find her lips... *** They are leaders of opposing provinces brought up with nothing but hate for one another. The world watches with bated breath when they come across one another in the assembly at the royal courtroom. What appears to be mere infatuation with a magnetic enemy on the surface turns out to be eternal love conspired by destiny herself. Presenting Prem and Noor in a new timeline in a different era in another world.

Sweet Leyla is thrown into a dark world, where she meets Michael, her Master. She adjusts quickly and learns her place. Their relationship moves to another level and neither of them fight it, until misunderstandings develop. Will they work it out? Or continue to fight. ♡°•●○___________________________○●•°♡ "You will have to wear this. This marks you as mine." He explained shortly. He wrapped it around her neck, locking it. "It's too tight." She panicked. "It isn't. Don't over think it, Little One. It's for your protection." He said softly. He was confused. This was the first time a woman has complained about wearing his collar. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. "Lie down. You will be going to your own chamber tomorrow." ♡°•●○___________________________○●•°♡ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Just want to add a note that all of my books contain adult themes, sex, violence and non consensual things. If this bothers you, don't bother reading my books. Thanks. (These are really short Stories, about 10 Chapters)

Book 1 - Complete Mark Powell doesn't cheat because he's unhappy. He cheats because he likes it. The secrecy. The control. The rush of getting close to the edge without ever going over. Sherri was never supposed to be anything more than convenient- someone willing, eager, and easy to keep in her place. But she's starting to want more, and Mark is beginning to push boundaries he never thought he would. At home, Sophie remains unaware-secure in a marriage built on years of love, trust, and shared history. Until one night changes everything. Because sometimes the most dangerous part of an affair isn't getting caught- It's believing you won't.

"I told you to make sure nothing happens to him didn't I?" he said with pure anger dripping from his tone. "i--i--I'm sorry please forgive me I didn't mean to"I stuttered lowly,praying he lets this slide. "You're sorry?,if Priyanka got there one second later do you know what would have happened to him?"he reminded me of my incompetence as a mother. "You hurt him!"he seethed "Strip!" My breath hitched,I was done for,I was careless and fire almost burned our only child,my dear veer...... I hurt our only child and now ansh will hurt me too. ************************************************ FIVE YEARS BACK Rajkumari Saloni desai,the princess of Shitanpura"a province known for their unjust behavior and prostitution"but the royal family are trying their best to put an end to the bad reputation...... saloni the young princess was invited to a feast with her father as his partner for the night....there she crossed paths with... Yuvraaj Rayansh Singh Raghuvanshi,the crown prince of Amer who just got back from the war camp in agra ...his gaze landed on saloni at the feast and he determined she'll be his come what may.