"I want to consume you, solnyshko." He whispers into my ears. "Your heart. Your body. Your soul. The same way you've consumed all of me without knowing." Her smile is wide, too wide for his liking. The kind of smile that draws people in without an effort, leaving them desperate to be her or be with her. Her recklessness, her intelligence, and her charisma lures everyone. People see her laughter, confidence and her infuriating charm but he sees what they don't . The scar in her shoulder that she choses to ignore, rashes in her arms and slight hesitation in her voice as she speaks. A crack beneath her façade. He doesn't know if that knowledge is a curse or a privilege. She's his greatest frustration, dangerous fascination and his to unravel. ------- He swore he hated her. Hated her loud mouth, her relentless persistence, and arrogance. Hated how she challenged him in every possible way and yet for nine years, he has been haunted by her existence. The same existence that shattered his life he once knew. *Mature* Don't report me, I gave you a warning. -dark romance -billionaire/CEO/mobsters -enemies to lovers -high school nemesis reunited -His first everything It contains sensitive topics such as bullying, sexual assault and mental health issues. Read it at your own risk. The trigger warning will be put in those certain chapters (some of them can be skipped but not all).

[UNEDITED/ DRAFT] New edited version now available for purchase on various platforms-check the links in my bio! "The Angel and The Royal Devil" 🖤 "If he doesn't stop staring at you in five seconds, I'll fuck you against this table and you'll come while locking eyes with him." I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening in disbelief as I confronted his impassive expression. He meant business, and there was no denying it. "Five," he declared, his gaze fixed on Joseph, who showed no sign of backing down, continuing to stare at me. "Four." "Stop fucking staring at me, Jo!" I slammed my hands on the table in frustration, my breath hitching and shallow, head spinning at the idea of Salvo taking me in front of a crowd. "Three," Salvo hushed, Joseph's gaze remaining steadfastly fixed on me. "Two." "Please, Joseph," I pleaded. He didn't shift his gaze from me, nor did he blink. "One." Before I could breathe, Salvo lifted me up, my face right in front of Joseph. My ass pointed at Salvo, making things a bit edgy. I held onto the table, feeling the tension. A sneaky grin appeared on Jo's face as Salvo forcefully ripped my gown. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haunted by a psycho stalker for three years, Luna Percy's life darkens when she falls for notorious mafia leader Salvo Ambrose aka The Royal Devil. Both the stalker and Salvo are consumed by an intense obsession and possessiveness towards her. Their romance reveals shocking truths: her father's murderer, her rapist, and her stalker's identity. In this twisted tale of love and betrayal, there are no heroes-just morally grey men and villains. This dark story may trigger some readers. Reached #1 in psycho, psychokiller #1 in eroticromance, #1 in hotboys, #1 in mafiaromance, #1 in dark romance

He didn't ask for her consent. He claimed her as part of his revenge. A decade ago, her father's betrayal destroyed his family and built his empire on ashes. Now he is the most feared man in the city - ruthless, calculating, untouchable. And he wants payment. Not money. Not power. Her. Sheltered, innocent, raised far from the world of guns and bloodshed, she never imagined her marriage would be a punishment for sins she didn't commit. Trapped in a mansion ruled by silence and shadows, she becomes the living reminder of the betrayal he can't forget. He married her to make her father suffer. He didn't expect her softness to shake the walls he built around his heart. He didn't expect her tears to feel like guilt. He didn't expect love to interfere with revenge. In a marriage born from vengeance, who will break first - the ruthless heir... or the innocent bride?

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) Jeremy Romano x Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

Jocelyn thrust her head backward and groaned in frustration. Aroused as she was, all her nerve endings had become very sensitive. She closed her eyes as her arousal left her no choice but to focus completely on the sensitive touch of the metal spoon edging ever closer to her sex. She was ready for him to take her right now. She wanted to feel his finger or the spoon on her clitoris. She wanted to come. She could almost scream in frustration. Tied as she was, there was nothing that she could do herself. How much cream did he still have left to eat...? Just how much closer can he get and still not quite hit my... As his spoon finally ran gently over the tender lips of her vagina, her whole body shivered. Oh my God! That was it. Do it again...! + + + Marc woke up one Sunday morning to find Jocelyn on his doorstep. Someone had given him a gift of this lovely maid to help him with his housework for a year. Who had done it, and why? While Marc tries to find out what is going on, Jocelyn finds out about Marc's dark desires. She pushes him until he brings them out into the light. The tables turn and the cheeky Jocelyn finds herself willingly fulfilling services that go way beyond the initial gift of a little more free time... + + + Note: This is a teaser. The full work is available on Amazon. With 21 out of 32 Chapters, it is quite a long teaster...! Enjoy...;-)

"You're so hot," he groaned out before attacking my chest. My body shivered and my toes curled as he led me to a different place where only pleasure was. His fingers went lower and lower until they were between my legs. He slipped his hand into my panty and I moaned out and pulled his hair. "So fucking wet for me," he muttered out and his voice made me tremble. He pulled off my panty once and for all before pacing my leg on his shoulder. Before I could register anything, his head went between my legs. _____________________________________ Vanessa never thought she'd come face to face again with the man who once ruined her life. But he was back and worse, he had no intention of leaving her alone. What happens when she crossed paths with the one and only Mordechai Lenetti? Owner of Lenetti's House of Essence. Multi-billionaire. Arrogant. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. Mordechai was a man who ruled through control. He smiled when it benefited him and crushed anything that challenged his authority. Women were distractions. Power was everything. Family came first. Everyone else was expendable. When his mother offered Vanessa a job, she couldn't afford to refuse. She needed the money, needed a way out of the city before her past caught up to her. Mordechai was supposed to be just her boss. Distant. Uninterested. Uninvolved. He wasn't. From the moment he noticed her, something shifted. Vanessa wasn't like the others. She didn't fawn. She didn't fear him. And that alone made her mysterious. Mordechai knew there was something about her, and he wasn't going to stop until he satisfied his curiosity.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

NOT COMPLETED AND WON'T BE COMPLETED. LUXURIOUS - BONTEN X GN!SWITCH!READER (Mikey, Sanzu, Haitani brothers, Kakucho and Koko) "This kind of love is getting expensive We know how to live, baby We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton We're so rich in love, we're rolling in cashmere Got it in fifth gear, baby Diamond in the rough is looking so sparkly" (luxurious by Gwen Stefani) A white lily in a garden of red roses full of thorns. Knowing the dangers of the night, a young barista helped a girl, just to find out the next morning that she was killed. They're the first one to get suspected and sent in prison without being able to get proven as an innocent one. An interesting acquaintance ,that they met during that cold night in that place full of fun, freed them, but there was a catch. "Oh, poor bunny, this isn't how you negotiate, right?" ------ WARNING! this story contains smut, an adult language and adult themese. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH CONTENT. There will also be fluff (lots of it) other warnings: gunplay, bondage, oral sex, pet names, dumbification, praise kink, degradation kink, marking, illegal activity, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, non-monogamy, rough sex, hair pulling, recording, overstimulation, dacryphilia, thigh riding and more...

The New Maid got assigned at the Haitani Family. Those two sons of Mr. Haitani is really spoiled and so Bossy around but she can't say anything since she's just working as a Maid. Mr. Haitani the Father of Family was so Kind and his kindness are far from Ran. Their Mother are also like her Husband and Rindou is a Friendly one Not until the ball cames and the deal are set. What do you think are the ending of both who just agree and fell inlove with each other?

(Completed) "I PICK MY POISON AND ITS YOU" ! I DON'T OWN ANY TOKYO REVENGERS CHARACTERS ! BOOK COVER PICS: PINTEREST Started:11/23/21 Ended:12/22/21