"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck. "You think so?" He asks. "Yes, yes I do." "Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw. When he says that I feel my heart do a million flips over and over again, his words beginning to play through my head as I stare at the man in shock. Only for you. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝐙𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 She's a woman of a traumatic past. Sold to the Mafia at the age of seven. It's not something easy to have been experiencing, especially after having your mother pass away only two years before. But of course with every traumatic past brings out a strong, bold and undeniably attractive woman. One who is feared in the dangerous underworld of the mafia. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. ❝ I want to be in your mind every waking moment, your heart and fucking soul. The same way you're in mine. ❞ Started - 06/07/22 Finished - 22/12/22

Alessandro 'Sandro' Bellini's world is one of ruthless control, and his most loyal weapon is his Cane Corso, Cerberus. Across the city, Juniper 'June' Scott's world is a sunlit bakery, where she remains blissfully unaware of the shadows that govern her city. When Cerberus escapes, Sandro is prepared for war. He isn't prepared to find his beast being fed scones by a cheerful baker who has audaciously renamed the killer 'Muffin.' This singular act of canine betrayal forces the cold-blooded underboss into June's warm orbit. Each reluctant visit to retrieve his dog pulls him deeper under her spell, an addiction he can't fight. In a life of calculated sins, Sandro is about to discover his darkest vice isn't a choice, but a dangerous craving for the one woman he should be protecting her from: himself. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Word Count: 55,331

When an archeology student accidently gets added in a groupchat full of f1 drivers. Or When Charles Leclerc falls for the stranger in the groupchat social media & irl (Updates every day or every other day)

[BILLIONAIRE SERIES] [BOOK 1] "Do you want to kiss me?" "No, I want to devour you completely. Every inch of your body and soul belongs to me. Let another man touch you, and you'll find him six feet deep into the ground. And you will end up in my bed, fucked in every hole until the only name you remember is mine. Do you understand, love?" The way his dark words rolled out of his mouth, it sounded so sensual. "Yes." I breathed out. "You say yes so easily." The corner of his lips curved up, and the next second, his lips were on mine. The heat, the pleasure, the firm pressure of his lips, and soft glide of his tongue against mine. The kiss was so demanding and rough. A moan slipped from my mouth to his earning a groan from him as my fingers slid into his hair and my back pressed against the wall. My body liquefied in his touch as I felt sparks consuming my skin. If he hadn't been holding me up, I would've melted right there. His tongue slid in my mouth, devoring it just like he said.

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

I love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

When Raven agrees to help sheltered Cassian complete his list of firsts in exchange for cash, it's strictly business-until their deal ignites an undeniable chemistry neither of them saw coming. *** After making a deal to finish her last year at Briarwood Academy in exchange for a shot at her dream job, 18 year old Raven Castillo has one mission: graduate and get out. No fights. No distractions. No complications. Cassian Hawthorne has spent his life buried in books, sheltered by his overprotective parents. But with college looming, he's ready to change that. He has a list of firsts to complete, and the unbothered new girl seems like the perfect person to help him. *** She needs the cash. He needs the experience. It's just business... until addictive kisses, lingering touches, and stolen glances make it anything but. What happens when their deal turns into something neither of them can control? Will they allow these sparks to fly, or will their personalities be far too different to carry on? ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 [CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE] #1 in goodboy #1 in badgirl #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in plottwist #1 in forbiddenlove #1 in bucketlist #1 in eroticromance #2 in romance #2 in steamy #2 in lovestory #3 in teenromance

Blissfully married, surrounded by loyal friends and family, and the leaders of the eminent Sangue Mafia, Jasmine and Valentino Guerrero are the quintessence of a perfect couple. They are dangerous, bold, powerful and above all madly in love. Mere months after having tied the knot the newlyweds are faced with family drama, envy, jealousy and animosity from all sides. They say family is everything, but sometimes even the closest relatives tend to hide the darkest secrets. In addition to the internal strife, shadows from the past loom over the Guerrero household, bringing startling revelations, pain and old grudges to the surface while threatening the safety of the family as well as their loved ones. "Alright buddy, here's the deal. My wife is hungry, she's cold and tired, and frankly, so am I," Valentino said as he picked up a hammer and approached Alejandro. "Why not make this easier on everybody and just tell us where the files are? If you do that, I'll skip the foreplay and go straight to the fucking." "You idiot! You mixed up the phrases," I laughed. "It's, 'I'll skip the torture and go straight to the killing'. You're just horny babe, that's why you were thinking of foreplay and fucking." "I blame it on you tesoro. You and your sexy-as-hell body. Why, looking at you in this tight little leather skirt and lace top has all sorts of desirous thoughts running rampant through my brain," he groaned. I giggled and leaned against the wall, feeling proud of myself for being able to scramble Valentino's brains so easily, that too without even trying. Redirecting my attention to the matter at hand I saw Valentino raise the hammer and bring it down on Alejandro's knee, causing the latter to let out an anguished yell. "Where are the files?" he demanded. "F..fuck you! I'll never tell you!" Alejandro spat. Valentino looked back at me and I gave a helpless shrug. "He asked for it, so give it to him."

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said, stroking my face, "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your ol