Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

A Mafia Romance : : "I love him and it was just a quickie, daddy." She reached to swallow down another jet of liquid, but there was no trickle left. She threw the glass fiercely at the wall, and it broke. She let out a nervous breath and gazed down at me. She reached for the few buttons on my shirt and began unbuttoning them. "What are you doing, Daddy?" "I will shower you myself. I want every sign of that boy off your fucking flesh." My stomach flipped, my pussy did the happy dance, and my heart fell. But I couldn't have her; seeing my body, I got a tattoo. I simply couldn't let her see it. She had many on her body, but was telling me I shouldn't. The tattoo wasn't very big. I acquired it in the mall. I was feeling adventurous so I went for it. "I-" "Shh." She went away, pausing just at my door and opened it. "Get inside." She snarled.

A simple waitress girl by the name of Charlotte want to jump town, but a calm, lethal mafia boss stood in her way of that. : : "What is this?" I questioned, wide-eyed, staring up at a grinning Isami. "That is us about to teach, little Kyle Hummock here a little lesson." Her fingertips moved from my throbbing chest to my quivering lips. Looking at Kyle, he was severely battered and gasping against the tight bound that kept his breath in. "Please let him leave." She giggled, and I focused my gaze on her dark eyes. "I want him to see me fuck you, little flower." Her sardonic chuckle rings around the room. "I want him to realize how much you are mine now."

A Dark Themed Mafia Romance Clementine An English teacher is a thief, she stole one hundred thousand dollars from Nikolia Ivanov and now she wants something and that's not money...She wants her to her little plaything. : : "Bishop and Omir. They are like brothers; they would never take from me." As she leaned on the sofa, her legs extended, demonstrating how massive she was and how much she was going to fuck me up with that pistol, which she carried like a toy in her hands. "You are the only person in this town who is stupid enough to steal from me." "Wait! Wait!" Wait!" I panicked, clutching her hard-stone arm. "Just what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to fuck you for my money." She inhaled deeply and quietly. It then flows out her nose and hits my face; by this point, my heart was pounding, and I was relieved to know she was still with me. If I live, I will never consume fatty foods.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

A Lesbian Romance : : : : "I really want to... I really want to please you." This close, I could feel her hot breath on my cock. When the proper warmth of her mouth curled around the tip, my chest heaved. She pulls away slightly, and I can feel my pre-ejaculation trickling out. She slid it back in, this time a little deeper. My fists clamped in my thighs as I fight the beast. But as she sucked harder and sank deeper, I couldn't help but grab her throat with one hand and use the other to clutch the back of her neck for anchor, driving my hips forward till my cock went deeper into her throat and she choked. Her stunned expression as she looked up at me. I could feel her lips tightening around the base, but it didn't stop me from burrowing deeper and causing a blockage. When I see her eyes watering and her hands holding my waist, joy floods my body.

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw