Mature themes and language. How far would you go for love? *** "Look at Asher." Her eyes opened. "He wants to watch baby. Tell him you want him to watch you cum." She looked shy. "Ash- He slapped her breast and she moaned and hissed. "Daddy, I want you to watch me." Andres's palms rubbed over her nipples. She breathed out, looking at his hands and then me. "Watch you do what?" She huffed as he licked her neck and then lightly choked her. "W-Wa-watch me...cum." *** Zara Raven, 23, had a loveless upbringing. Her parents left her, and the multitude of caregivers ignored her. Having to create a hard shell as a shelter for her softness, she stumbles into men who fulfill all her desires and needs. Watch as she discovers love that makes her feel whole, but leaves a trail of blood as it grows. 🏅 #1 in doms: 07/22/24 🏅#2 in bdsmrelationship: 07/25/2024 🏅#4 in eroticromance: 09/24 🏅#2 in eroticromance: 12/27/24 🏅#3 in possession: 12/31/24 🏅#1 in Submit: 02/19/25

Tyler is straight. He has a girlfriend. He's the campus golden boy. He's also my roommate. In public, he pretends I don't exist. In private, he watches me. Tracks me. Loses it when I come back late. He's terrified of what that means. So is everyone else. His girlfriend knows. His teammates are watching. His father-who stands at a pulpit every Sunday-is coming to town. And Tyler is running out of ways to disappear.

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Alexei Ivey is a shy and sweet twenty five year old who has been working at Armas Marketing for a year. He is a sub who knows what he wants. And what he wants, is a man whom he wholeheartedly wanted to belong to. A relationship. Malakai Armas is strong willed, smart and the CEO of Armas Marketing. At work, he is cold, renitent and as a dom, he is nothing short of respectful and perfect. It takes one trip in the employee's elevator for him to notice Alexei and it takes him hours, wondering just how he had never noticed such a beautiful boy. Malakai knows what he wants and how to get it. And what he wants is Alexei Ivey on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and big blue eyes looking up at him.

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

Evan needs money... FAST and with no other option left, he goes to the only person who would make a deal with him, the billionaire... Donovan Steele. Sinking into debt and desperate to pay back loan sharks, aspiring actor Evan Beckett is willing to do anything to get out of the hole he dug himself in. With no other choice, he goes to Donovan Steele, a dangerously handsome yet wealthy man who only asks him to do one thing in return, for everything he desires. (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED) 18+ MATURE *Edited version*

Tyler is a 16-year-old boy who has it rough. But when he is forced to move in with his new stepmother and 19-year-old stepbrother, his life becomes even more twisted. This story is about a complicated, toxic yet deep relationship between two boys forced to live under the same roof, trying to find each other and to find themselves. How is this going to turn out for them? Read to find out! :) ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ⚠️WARNING⚠️ This story contains smut, violence, abuse, sexual abuse, blackmail, drugs, child abuse, self harm etc. so please keep that in mind.

After a failed suicide attempt, seventeen-year-old Elio is put in a mental hospital. There he meets his new caretaker, Wes, a 20-year-old psychiatry student on an internship. The two of them form a strong bond as Wes helps Elio get back on his feet, getting closer than they should as time goes by. This is not only a story about love, but also about life struggles and self-acceptance. I hope you give it a try! :) ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ⚠️Warning⚠️: This story contains smut, violence, self-harm, blood, drugs, mentions of child abuse, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of suicide, etc. If you feel like that kind of content is triggering or too much, maybe this story isn't for you.

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK