"put two fingers inside of you and go fast with them." i slipped two fingers inside my pussy and let out a sound of satisfaction. my fingers moved slowly at first, letting my walls adjust and then they gradually started to get faster. "oh fuck." i moaned loudly. my eyes could hardly stay open as they rolled to the back of my head in pleasure. i heard naliyah growl softly and i kept going. im so close. - who would've thought a car crash could've led to this?

ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴇᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇqᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇɴᴇᴠɪᴇᴠᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ , ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙᴇʟʟᴀʀᴏꜱᴀ ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟʟᴀʀᴏꜱᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ , ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ , ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ , ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜɪʟᴅꜱ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ? ᴀʟᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ....

One day you were working late night at the club. Your boss calls you into his office to inform you that you have a private dance for some women who caught you by her eye. Once you head over to the room you give her a nice dance and you guys mess around for a bit. Soon after you leave your work you get captured to place you don't know or even know how you got there. READ MORE TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS..

Katlyn, a young woman in her early 20's. Taken in by the mafia years ago for a reason she didn't dare speak of... Until she met her, the bosses daughter. Warning - Contains mature language, mention of assault, sexual content. There is a warning before all of these events throughout the story. If you don't like it, stop reading. It's not hard.

Lilith Hawthrone is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She's mastered control in every aspect of her life, her sharp mind cutting through complexity to build an empire. Beneath the polished exterior, however, is a woman who loves obsessively but is careful with her love, not wanting to waste it on the wrong person. She's learned to guard her heart, waiting for someone worthy of the intensity she's capable of. Where Lilith is all feelings and chaos, Valentina is order, control, and calculated precision. They come from different worlds, with different rhythms, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

"Kiss me," while looking straight into her grey eyes. Chuckling she said, " Sorry, Ms.Walker but I'm not interested". I walked close to her now she was trapped between me and my desk I leaned down and got closer to her ear and said "I am not asking"almost in a whisper. She looked at me like I lost my mind "Ms.Walker, I'm seriously not interested " she said while pushing me lightly to get me away from her. But I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. Now our bodies were touching and I was looking at her with lust in my eyes." Ms.Walker, let go of me" she yelled. I let her go and said," Do you have 100 million dollars?" She looked at me confused and I handed her the agreement she read it and her eyes widened in horror. "Never thought that someone could play your trick back on you, right?

No one is perfect, so why judge? That was the reminder everyone would need when around Ailina. Roselyn found herself judging Ailina no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't bother Ailina, all she cared about was living her life on a high. They both had different views on life and different ways of living that didn't truly match, yet they always found themselves near each other ever since the first night. Roselyn unwilling starts to find herself enjoying Ailina company, so she tries her very best to not judge Ailina. Could she actually keep herself from judging though?

She remembered her scent. It seemed to verify her aura. Her scent was cherry Coke and cigarettes. The latter one was passed onto her, especially after she had handed her her first cigarette only three months ago. Three months was all it took for her to develop that bad habit, but it wasn't the first nor the only one she developed in that period of time. Now she laid on the roof where she had smoked her first cigarette three months ago, and she glanced over at the full can of cherry Coke sitting on the concrete next to her, almost as if it were mocking her. A dull ache formed in her heart, a hollow, resounding ache that penetrated her deepest core. The sudden burning sensation in her fingers made her realize that the cigarette was burned to its very end, and maybe so was she. -♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤- August is attending Cornell University as a creative writing major, and while at a college party her friends dragged her to much to her dismay, she stumbles upon a gang in an alleyway and sees something she shouldn't have. With her life now in danger, she has to deal with the consequences of that night-which includes the leader of the Blue Porcelain gang, Willow, a tall and brooding woman whose green eyes would put the girl in more danger than being caught in a spiderweb of New York gangs ever could. [tw: violence, sex]

Penelope Costa is the typical mafia daughter. A perfect mafia boyfriend, a lavish life, more opportunities than ever thought possible. When Penelope's father calls her into his office to introduce her to her new guard, she thinks this woman is there to steal her boyfriend. But, when she finds that it's her that the guard wants, everything she thought she knew about herself is turned upside down. Penelope must figure out her true feelings while dealing with the typical backlash from all of the traditional men in her family.

--Edited-- Jax Louvain Vaux Cold. Untouchable. A woman who built walls so high, no one dared to climb them. She hated crowds. Hated emotions. Hated the idea of love. Until her father arranged her to marry a stranger. Arielle Rousseau. The night they met, something shifted. Something cracked open. They got married... Then divorced... Only to realize...too late, that they had fallen for each other. The papers were signed. The damage done. And yet... the question lingered. What if Jax had taken the risk? Would they still be married? Or would her worst fear come true...that she was the only one in love? Could fate bring them back into each other's arms? And if it did, would they finally fight for each other? Not because they were told to. But because this time, it was real. - English -