"This room will hold your highest pleasure... and your deepest pain. I'm going to bring you to the edge-until you're shaking, screaming, begging with a voice you can barely use. I'll hurt you in ways that make your body rebel and crave it all at once. I'll beat you. Bruise you. Etch my ownership into your skin. Do you know why?" he asked, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. "Because I own you, Lahni. Every inch of you. Your moans, your tears, your pleasure, your pain-they all belong to me. You're my toy to break apart and rebuild how I see fit." I moaned without meaning to-my pussy pulsed, my skin flushed hot. His dominance soaked into me like heat into bone. And just like that, my will surrendered, piece by trembling piece.

*Completed* My addict. My salvation and his. ___ Our friendship? Yeah, that was hanging by a thread, but right now, that didn't matter. "You heard me," I whispered. "I'm going to fuck this pure brain up and ruin every single light." I said honestly, rubbing my cock that was fucking hard against my boxers at the sight of her helpless rocking and breathless mouth while watching her rock against my knee.

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )

✦ Darling, You're Mine ✦ A Dark Royalty × Mafia × Obsession Romance For 21 years, Kiara Rathore lived as the forgotten princess sleeping on the cold palace floor, so innocent and childlike that the world called her abnormal. One night, she escaped her golden cage... and fell into the arms of Aaron Warner - Asia's most feared, ruthless Mafia King. He protected her. He taught her every single thing about this cruel world pleasure, pain, desire, and sin He became her entire world the only person she could breathe for. Until the day she looked at him with sparkling eyes full of dreams and whispered happily: "We'll get married... and we'll have our babies. It'll be so beautiful, right Aaron?" Aarohn's face twisted with fury. He grabbed her arms roughly, shaking her as he growled: "Marriage? Babies? Love? Look at yourself. You're still a fucking child. I don't love you. I never did. I kept you out of pity. Now that you're better... get the hell out. You don't belong here." He shoved her away and stormed out, leaving her shattered on the floor. Kiara stood frozen, tears falling uncontrollably. She had learned to breathe only because of him. How was she supposed to survive in this cruel world without Aaron now? She thought the devil had saved her. Instead, he destroyed her heart in the most brutal way. But this heartbreaking rejection is not the end... It's where his dangerous, twisted obsession truly begins. "You weren't stolen, little one... You were chosen. Even when I throw you away... you'll crawl back to me. Because darling... you're mine." Standalone Dark Romance ⚠️ Contains possessive themes, emotional trauma, captivity, and explicit mature content. 18+ only.

Warning ⚠️ A very dark romance Sadist masochist Older man Many male lead Love triangle Virgin Big Age gap Light BDSM Step-daughter X step-dad Daddy issue Controlling! Taboo Abandonment issue Attachment issue Freaky Immature FL Celina Valentina had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private tutors, an army of servants-yet behind her manicured smile was a girl twisted by privilege and neglect. She was spoiled rotten but lonely. To the public, Alexandrovich was the epitome of refinement-a billionaire tycoon with a golden tongue and a genius for empire-building. But behind closed doors, he ruled a darker kingdom. The truth? He was one of the most feared figures in the Russian underworld. A kingpin cloaked in Savile Row suits, trafficking in blood, weapons, and secrets. If there was money in it, he had a hand in it. And he didn't hesitate to kill. No big money is clean Celina's mother, Emma, had learned that too late. After three years of walking on glass, she fled in the night-terrified after Alexandrovich discovered her lies. She abandoned her daughter to save her life. Now she is 19 and alone in the labyrinth of his mansion, Celina lives under the iron grip of her stepfather's rules. Yet as the years pass, fear gives way to fascination. She watches him from the shadows-his power, his control, the way the world bends around him. And something dangerous stirs inside her a desire she hade for him. What happens when the devil becomes the only man you crave? THE STORY HAS MANY PLOT TWISTS SOOOO DONT BE TOO SURPRISED!!!! Guys, I'm still editing it!!

"Matteo, can I ask you a question?" Lilly asked, looking up at him. "That was a question." he joked. She giggled, "I mean a different question, just something that I'm curious about." He nodded, "What is your question then?" "Why do you call me 'flower'? Does it mean something?" she asked. Matteo smiled, "Flowers are my favorite plants. They're beautiful and bright, the prettiest things I've ever seen that brings me comfort. When I look at them, I feel all my problems disappearing, that's the reason I like to take such good care of my garden. And you, Lilly, are just as precious to me as those flowers." ~***~ Lilly Knight wasn't know for anything special, she was a normal waitress at a small cafe close by her house. Though she was childish at times, please found her to be kind hearted and adorable. But one thing that was bothering her, she never had anyone there for her except for her best friend. But one accidentally phone call would soon change all of that for her... Matteo Morelli was the Don of the Italian Mafia, cold-hearted but sometimes nice only when he felt like it. He was feared by most, though he was lonely and money was never enough to make him happy. The last thing he would've expected was to call the wrong person and get somehow still want her as his own just by hearing her sweet voice. ~***~

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. • • • "I'm broken, Julian. I'm not good for you." He leans in, voice low, thumb brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Then let me be the one who doesn't flinch. I've always wanted a dangerous woman." • • • 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, a 19 year old student, is a secret with sharp edges-sarcastic, guarded, reckless. 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐤 is a 31 year old high-ranking special forces officer-calm, calculated, lethal. She has trust issues. He has a mission. Neither of them are supposed to fall. But when a mission goes wrong and their paths cross, something cracks. She doesn't know he's hunting the man who raised her. He doesn't know she'd burn the world to protect him. And what starts as tension and banter quickly spirals into something deeper. Something dangerous. Because secrets like theirs don't stay buried. And falling in love? Might just cost them everything. Bullets. Betrayals. Kisses that taste like regret. This is not a love story. It's survival. And they're running out of time.

She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

Clove Tali innocent. In his eyes. Oliver Wolf a savior. In her eyes - - - - ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ ⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED⚠️ Clove left to fend for herself with her baby brother. Consumed by a physco. In the head space of a monster. A quiet innocent girl left with fear. Left with nothing but holds so much love. Oliver left with a state. Left with billions. Left with hunger and hate. Left to save his little sheep. To save her fear. To save her. Funny the one causing fear to others is the one to save his girl. - - - - - He spreads his large hand into my skirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to breathe really heavy. "No, little sheep. No me hagas castigarte. Look at me baby." He leans down to my ear. "Look at daddy while he places his hand on your flower and makes you faint from all the pleasure your pussy is receiving, si?" He says painfully stroking my princess parts. "My little toy, hm?" He says stroking, harder now. Feeling my wet panties against my flower. As he lets me explore this tingle I can never explain. ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ this has so many flippin parts bc when i wrote this and was lazy so i wrote a lot of chapters with little words lol ******* #1 in "soft"//10.1K #1 in "naive"//1.7K #1 in "innocent"//13.5K #1 in "submit"//3.9K #1 in "cute" //178K #1 in "goodgirl"//29.4K #1 in "stephenjames" //1.4K #1 in "daddy's girl" //5K #1 in "daddydom"//3.1K #1 in "daddyslittlegirl"//156 #2 in "possessive"//5.5K #2 in "love"//1.71K