21+🔞 mature content. ***** Around me, the world blurred, red velvet walls, strangers grinding, hands everywhere but it felt like all of them were looking at me. At my mask. At my smile. At my body shaking as Dev fingered me in plain sight. "You're leaking for strangers," he whispered, thrusting harder, faster, his palm smacking lightly against me with each push. "Ah...D!" I instantly bit back my tongue. "Do you know how filthy you are? You like this. My faceless whore, pretending to dance while I ruin your cunt." A shudder ripped through me, my one hand clawing at the back of his neck and the other on his free hand, my head falling back and resting on his shoulder, face pressing against his jaw to hide the tears of pleasure pricking my eyes. I was completely on display. Strangers were watching me, hungry eyes everywhere and the more they looked, the more my body burned with desperate need. Dev's hand might have been hidden behind the fabric of my dress, but every single person in that room knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me. Slowly, the hand that had been gripping my waist slid upward until it reached my breast. He grabbed it hard, possessive, merciless and squeezed like he owned every inch of me. "Fuck!" the cry ripped out of me, because his hold was brutal, his fingers kneading me without a shred of mercy, sending shocks of filthy pleasure through my body. I was already unraveling, but then his next words made my stomach twist and my pussy clench so hard around his fingers I almost lost it. "Shall I pull this dress down, darling?" he growled against my ear, his tone dripping with dark, filthy promise. My hand instantly flew to his, the one clutching my breast. My nails dug into his skin, desperate, torn between stopping him and begging him to do it. The dress was off-shoulder, one hard tug, and my tits already colored blue and red in his hickeys would spill out in front of everyone. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted him to never stop.

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

'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

[WARNING 🚨; THIS STORY CONTAIN MATURE THEME . IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SEXUAL REFERENCES ,SENCE,ABUSE,CURSING,ETC. YOU HAVE DEEN WARNED]. It's her I knew the moment I saw her . I am not that kind of man that believe in love or as they say true love . Even having a happy family with loving parents, twins siblings and a best friend ,still it all felt responsibility to keep them safe ,happy and give them love . I am RAFAEL SILVA and it's my story😈 . A shiver went down my spine when I heard his voice for the first time hard ,strong and intimidating I could feel his eyes own me . THERE was other eyes own me too but his felt like HOME,SAFE and off all LOVED . I am LAVENDER and it's our story mine and my DAUGHTER. She is so pure and loving she look at things that I never imagine to look at like that she work for me but most of all she is king women and I know there's something between us.. I am ANDREI KUZNETSOV and it's also my story.. ***************************************** AUTHERS NOTE✍; HEYY GUYS it's my first time writing a novel .I love to read them you can check my reading list in my profile . plzzz try this out for once and if you think that i needed to change something in my writing skills plzzz tell me in comment box. just give it a chance plzzz.. Started : 12/9/2021 Ended : 17 /11/2021 #287 cancer(2021) #157mine ..(2021).. #276 cancer.. (2021) #21 Russian..(2021) #1 age gap..(2022)

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Consensual sex scenes aka smut. The smut is heavy, so is my plot, but warnings are put. Consent is always in the chapter. ♥️ ILLICIT DESIRES - A dark-romance mafia novel Rita Barrera cherishes the beauty of Mother Nature, but her love is lethal. She paints her lips with the colors of her venomous flowers as lipstick. One innocent kiss is all it takes for her target to fall dead beneath her lips. Roman Esposito thrives on havoc. A bounty hunter with hands adept at killing, slick with blood, he earned the reputation of the Devil's Hand. He kills without blinking, without flinching. He kills for others. He kills for his boss, Antonio Alessi. But no one ever killed for him, until Rita pressed a deadly kiss onto the lips of an old hag who came for him. He owes her a kiss. He repaid it the only way he knows how, tasting her, in the dark, illicitly, on her other lips, hidden under an emerald thong. Yet the life she took for him remains unpaid. Ironically, the next soul on his list, the one he is sworn to send straight to Hell, is hers. What happens when the hunter collides with his hunt? When desire, danger, and debt stall the hands meant to take her life? Is it truly the debt that binds him, or the illicit taste she left on the tip of his tongue? Started: 02.11.2020 Completed: 19.02.2021 ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

"What colour of panties are you wearing?" "Excuse me?" She countered "I won't repeat the question again" "Red. They're red" she swallowed "Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me" "Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material" she faltered. "They're yours. I want it simply because they're yours. You're aroused. So they're wet. They're going to be soaked with your juices. The very essence of you. I'm going to sniff it, lick it, all the while imagining that it's you, torturing myself until Saturday. The day I fuck you" ~♦||•♦•||♦~ In this erotic romance, Raven Edens is forced to accept an offer, to save her family's life. She's been a good girl her whole life, always took responsibility, always did what was right. Until the day she finds out, her father sold her family to the devil. literally. And she's the one who has to pay. These men were rich, ruthless, and fucking dangerous. If they wanted, they could make her entire family disappear from the face of the Earth. And to pay off her family's debts, she must give herself to the master, for 7 days, for he and the whole bloody organization to do whatever they wanted with her. seemed a small price to pay, for the billions her father owed right? but does she come out of this, the same? 7 days of the utimate sins. carnality was welcomed. Nothing was shunned out. Every fantasy, every desire was fed, explored, and she was the meal. RAVEN EDENS: "7 days of the utmost sins. I'm terrified! I'm surrendering to the unknown. I've never done that before. I exist on control. And to unleash that to someone else, is devastating. I'm afraid my body's going to shatter, or war and say it has needs. I'm afraid I can't keep my body in a tight leash, and under control, after this. One thing's sure though. I'm never going to remain the same again. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! & EXPLICIT SEX SCENES! (Also, there may be lots of swearing, sexual coercion & public sexual displays!)

WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS A SEMI-DARK ROMANCE WITH BDSM ELEMENT IF YOU AREN'T INTO THAT OR DON'T LIKE IT DO NOT READ, THIS IS ALSO MATURE CONTENT YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. FAIR WARNING THIS BOOK IS ALMOST TEN YEARS OLD. I WROTE IT YEARS AGO, IT WILL HAVE JUVENILE WRITING AND IT ISNT THAT GOOD, YOUVE BEEN WARNED. SO PLEASE NO NEED TO TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU HATE IT JUST DONT READ IT. Muffled Sounds Gagged And Bent Over The Couch Taking Every Inch Knowing No One Else Would Know Except Us And The Room R. A. Knipe

"What can I say? People like to watch. If they're willing to pay, why not let them?" . . . Margeaux is a bad girl with good girl intentions. All she wants is a steady home with whatever family she has left. With no GED, no credit, and no bed to sleep in at night, she's willing to do almost anything to make a change. Her best friend Jamie has made it big in Hollywood. As she tries to keep up with the busy LA scene while getting back on her feet, she dips her toe into the world of Only Fans. Things take an unexpected turn when she amasses a huge following. When friends turn into enemies, and strangers into threats, there are only two men she can trust. She finds herself falling for them both. Too bad they're already dating each other. Margeaux's life was never by-the-book, but what is the reality of trying to get your life together while getting paid to strip for strangers on the internet? . . . A/N: Frequent explicit sexual content, intended for 18+ audiences. This story is stand-alone. You do not need to read the prequels to understand this one, but this story and the comments will contain MAJOR SPOILERS. Please remember to vote and comment!

"He'd pay me two grand a month to sleep with me?" "No. He'd pay you two grand a 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬." ... Maggie is a college student working as a stripper in Las Vegas when a close friend approaches her with a proposition. High-end escorting. Desperate to gain independence and pay off a variety of debts, the offer seems more than tempting. Cut off from her family and their illegally-gained wealth, she decides to make money with the only thing that is truly hers: her body. As she pursues a profession in sex work as a way to regain control of her life, her dark past comes back to haunt her, throwing quite a wrench into her plans. Maggie tries to mask her previous losses with love in its various forms. But what is the reality of finding true love when your job is getting paid to sleep with other people? ... *Frequent explicit sexual content, intended for 18+ audiences ONLY. This story is stand alone. You DO NOT need to read the first story to understand this one, but there will be a major spoiler in the second half. Please remember to vote and comment!

[Leaving Nov 11th] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved