𝟎𝟗.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓-𝟏𝟑.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

Hot himbo goalie Caden Connelly had it all. The NHL. The fame. The girl. Until he didn't. Now the engagement is off, the ring is gone, and the only thing worse than losing Raven Alore... is having to see her everywhere. Because she works PR for the league. And he's the headline she can't escape. No matter how hard they avoid each other, the tension is still there, loud, unresolved, and one wrong look away from exploding. And then there's Adrian Blayne. Calm. Observant. And way too good at reading both of them. He sees the cracks. The jealousy. The way Caden and Raven still orbit each other like they don't know how to stop. And instead of staying out of it? He steps closer. Meanwhile, their friends are falling in love, staying in love, and watching everything slowly fall apart. Because this time, it's not just about getting each other back. It's about what happens when someone new steps in... and neither of them wants him to leave.

❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ "You listening to me for once? Crazyyy." He put his phone down, full attention on me. "C'mere den, sexy. We ain't got nothing but time." He bit his lip. Oh yeah, he was sumn serious cause that lil one two gon get me and him in trouble. . . . Dominic Winters didn't believe in love. Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He just didn't really think it was worth the effort. Why settle for one person when there were so many people who wanted him? So many to romance? He wasn't trying to be a playboy but it just ended up that way. His whole philosophy was "Marriage is a scam. Divorcing is inevitable. Every man and woman alike fell to his feet. There was no discrimination with him. Black, White, They, Them, She, He. He liked them all. It was mere fun to him, like a hobby to go along with his career he was building in college as the quarterback who was on a mission to make it to the big leagues all while keeping his grades in check and hanging with his boys. That's all it ever was for him. Then.. someone new came around. Someone who changed his routine of jumping from one person to the next. Dom was cool with everyone. He said wassup to everyone but when the new sophomore gave him nothing, no reaction, no interest, he was butt hurt to say the least. It even bruised his ego a bit. Messiah Hughes transferred to this new, better college. A fresh start to a shitty past year. It took a toll on him and he needed to get away, he had to. EXTENDES SYNOPSIS INSIDE. Updates every 3-7 days.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨?

╰┈➤Opposites attract, the law of physics states. I didn't think it applied to me. ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ׂ((CREDITS FOR COVER: @ONYXacees)) Adrian Varga is the definition of a model student. Straight A's, an excellent athlete, an S-tier reputation and an enviable amount of wealth and status in his name. His whole future is mapped out, and all he has to do is to maintain this plan, follow the path and not screw it up. Nothing and no one can get in his way. He must see anything hindering his success as a distraction and ignore his desires. Every year, month, week and day is an ongoing cycle. Wake up, eat, be perfect, sleep, and repeat. But this cycle soon breaks, and a new obstacle enters his path. Enter Axel Konstantinos. Certified bad boy, school delinquent, horrible grades and an F-tier reputation. He's the complete opposite of Adrian: impulsive, cocky, flirty, and reckless. He's someone Adrian does not want to cross paths with. But it's too late before Adrian realizes he's in too deep. (ORGINAL CREATOR: @SIG1astatine on Wattpad)

"You make me lose my fucking mind, Aaron." He pants as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes look starved, as if he needs to do something wrong on a whole different level. And before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine. . . . Aaron Williamson is a perfectionist. He loves making people happy and also cannot tolerate anyone who tries to take it away. His past is mostly a blur to him, but deep down, he knows it was gruesome and cannot figure out how. Behind this facade, he is an assassin. His main motto is to 'kill and flee', never letting anyone know about it. He was very protective of his older brother, Jake, who is the CEO of the renowned company The Williamson's, and Aaron works under him. He knows what he does is dangerous, but for the people he loves, he will fight. He has to. But fate has something planned up its sleeve when one fine night at a bar, he meets someone. Someone so endearing and irresistible that they could ruin him and his plans. And before he knows it, he is in too deep. Jean Castillo, a French American mafia, runs businesses worldwide. He is known for working closely with many upperclassmen and has a reputable name in the mafia world. To disguise himself from the legal authorities, he works a side business at Tailgate Enterprises. Those who dared to go past his orders and disoblige him, were hunted. And in the end, could not live to tell the tale. He knew he was strong. Knew everyone feared him. Then why was this one guy looking at him dead in the eyes and destroying every wall he built over the years with just his face? he hated it. He hated him. He was trapped and he could not get out, and it seems like he doesn't want to. It's forbidden and yet it just feels right. Right?

UNDER EDITING!! BOOK 1 In the depths of his desires, a tempest brewed, fueled by an irresistible longing that defied reason and ignited a primal, consuming need. Dis gay (; First book❗❗

In a world full of dangerous people, one stands out. Amari Aguilar. Someone who doesn't fit in. Can't fit in. Someone different, which makes him a target. What happens when theres a dragonfly among dragons? Amari Aguilar lives in a world where the strongest survive. From a criminal household he's been told to "be strong", "don't show weakness", "boys don't cry". So he doesn't. What he has to live up to be? A cold hearted killer, just like his dad, and soon, his brother. He never wanted this life. He has a passion for painting. But his old man doesn't like that. So he stopped. He puts up a facade. Pretends to be someone scary, ruthless, merciless. What happens someone stronger, smarter, and scarier sees through it?

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.