"You make me feel things I've never felt, I just want you to know that." He whispered, pulling me into the shower. I put myself into the water, letting it run down my body and into my hair. I thought for a long second about his words and how I realized this crush was simply a need for his sex. And I never thought it would get this far. I didn't want to fall in love..

"Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me, you can't, can you love?" Assigned the nearly impossible task of infiltrating Tom Riddle's inner circle, Rosalie Grindelwald develops a strong disdain for Tom and his calculated exterior when she figures out that Tom harbours a desire to conquer the world in his darkness. However, the lines between duty and desire blur as Tom and Rosalie find themselves drawn to each other, with Tom fuelled by possession and obsession.

Rosella, the CEO of her rising clothing company. She is done going to the business events and doing small talk. Rosella wants to keep growing and be the best, but will the hot CEO twins, Marcello and Vex distract her from what she wants? Would they become the greatest thing that ever happens to her or could they be her downfall? Wherever Rosella is the twins happen to always be around. The more she tries to push them away the closer the twins want to get to her, Rosella can't let that happen. It just might ruin everything. Started June 7, 2021. Completed in April 18, 2022. Marcello moves his fingers and mouth faster making me moan several times while Vex's dick is fucking my throat. I start to slow down on Vex and pull my head to the other side. I begin to breathe heavily once I feel that I'm close. I start to move my body and slowly shut my legs. "Mmm fuck Marcello! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Vex turns my head back and pushes his dick even further into my mouth, making my eyes roll back and suddenly gag. Marcello adds another finger in me and goes faster than before. "Don't fucking come until I say so. Fucking wait." Marcello says. His hot breath causes shivers down my spine and I grab onto the edge of the desk and try to hold myself from coming. I don't know how much longer I can hold it though... "Please, Marcello! Please let me come! I want to come so bad! Please let me." I say to Marcello frantically.

Raised in the Mafia, I have known no other life other than cold calculated violence and discipline. A life where brutality is praised and weakness is ridiculed, I became the best of my parents and the worst the world has ever seen. Young and still gaining control of my mafia, love is never an option for me, that is until one night at a Mafia ball where I spy a woman who has me to my knees. I want more, more, more. She's reckless and cunningly beautiful. Too good for me and yet the only one for me. We fight for survival and for each other because neither one of us will let go. ------------------------- I sat in the back, legs apart and looked at her with my head tilted. She licked her lips and squeezed though the front seats all the while looking at me. I pulled her towards me and she chuckled as she sat on my lap. Her legs were either side of me and her breathing was ragged. I ran my hand down her cheek and pulled her into me. I kissed her lips and soon our tongues whirled around. Hungry and rough. She held her head back and I began to plant rough kisses onto her beautiful neck. "Am I a bad influence?" She breathed. Her hands were on the back of my neck. I stopped kissing her and looked up at her. "Everyone needs a little bad in their lives." I whispered back making her smile. My hands found her waist and I noticed her short dress had ridden up exposing her thighs. She wore it to tease me and I loved it. Fuck, I loved her body. She breathed into my neck and I pulled off her dress in one slick motion. My hands were all over her back, feeling her, touching her. Her soft skin drove me crazy. ------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIA SERIES

She was an undoubtedly beautiful model. He was a foreign billionaire labeled as a "womanizer", until her. "Chérie listen to me, we are not finished, I was wrong earlier. It wasn't just sex" He started, "Mais ne me testez jamais comme vous l'avez fait là-bas ou je vais vous baiser dans la semaine prochaine" he softly put his hand around my neck and pushed me into the bookshelf [Translation: But never test me like you did out there or I'll fuck you into next week] "Okay" was all I could manage to say as my mind went blank, as I looked up and his lust filled eyes "Good, now strip and sit your pretty ass on my desk" He commanded. Started: April 2021 Finished: February 2022 *NOT EDITED*

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.