Daphne Richards is a type-A personality. She likes organization, being perfect and in control. That's her public appearance. Behind closed doors she's something else. Tired of trying to convert her boyfriends into Dominants and meeting Dominants who aren't up to par, she finally meets her match. He's smarter, stronger and has a thing for taming brats. Can he handle her?

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His hands travel down my back slowly caressing and feeling my flesh against his. -"you're mine" he growled once again, my body trembling at his statement and making me push my legs up and wrap them up onto his naked lower half, suddenly he pressed himself against me, his shaft began to rub against my moist innocence *** WARNING : Romance. Soft-Erotic. Werewolf. Action. Fairy Tale. Mythology. IMPORTANT NOTICE : Characters DO NOT have any names, neither I am going to give them one. This is the way I feel more COMFORTABLE writing. Please, RESPECT how I write and my work. I OWN this story, it's MINE and if this story is somewhere else other than WATTPAD. You'll suffer the consequences. COVER BY : @SweetBlast

"Open." He demands. I whimper, opening my mouth and he puts his two fingers that were previously on my clit, in my mouth. "Clean them." He states. I obey instantly, licking them slowly, my saliva making his fingers clean and his face shows that he's pleased. It taste kinda of sweet. What type of sex deviant is he??? He takes over and goes deeper down my throat, making me almost gag. He leave them there for a second, then takes them out letting a strand of spit follow. "Good girl." He purrs... <-----> After an unsuspecting threat to attack her pack, Dulcenea Allister is sent on a mission to try and stop it by going to the enemy's pack and giving info back to hers. Little did she know that in doing so, it awoken desire, uncovered secrets, and met the man she was to spend the rest of her life with. AUTHORS NOTE: Please note that this is a kink book involving ddlg, bdsm, and other kinks as well so if you are uncomfortable with such topics then I ask you leave here, and not leave any negative feedback on the book. Thanks loves, enjoy.

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

"Bend over on the table and spread your legs " he whispers into my ear huskily. I follow his command as i don't want him to get more angry , knowing he just saw the love letter i wrote to my ex when i found out i was getting married to him , he is not going to tolerate anything. "Amaira , remember you were talking about that sex scene from that book 'king of pride' " i gulped hard , remember i was talking to Sameeksha and he overheard. I nod and his rough hand lands of my bare ass delivering a sharp slap. "Words" "Yes Tanishq, i remember" Another hard slap on my ass . "Excuse me " "Y-yes sir , i remember" "Now , you are going to read that lovely 4 page letter out loud without stopping and stuttering" he says teasing me with a feather , where the hell did he get a feather. Was he planning to do this scene "O-okay sir" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tanishq Oberoi, CEO of the Oberoi industries and current leader of the Indian mafia. He is arranged into an marriage but suddenly develops feelings for that girl. He is an unforgiving person and also the one who hasn't apologized in his entire life . With his good looks and mysterious personality he has girls throwing themselves at him. Amaira Singhania, a simple teacher at a well known school , she is a sassy girl and can give savage comments to anyone but yet a bubbly person, who cares about her family more than anything. She forgives easily and is the sunshine of many people's life. What happens when these two personalities are forced into an marriage? Will they fall in love ? Or will Amaira leave tanishq for his possessiveness? Read to find out 😜

"Rose, I want to make you scream my name so loud it could be heard miles away." Rose De León, Born with everything handed to her on a golden plate. She has all the men falling to her feet with a single look, a body of a goddess and a heart of pure gold. A spy for her fathers Spanish mafia. She may look soft on the outside but she does have a tough side some where's inside her. She'll be your best friend forever but if you break her heart you'll have an enemy. Cyrus Romano, Leader of the Italian mafia. A traumatic past which led him to be as heartless and cold as he is. He's a man with a Greek god body, covered in tattoos and he wears his scars like jewelry. Ladies drops dead with just one look of his perfect face, sculpted by a god. People run from his shadows and fear his presence. He takes no mercy or pity in his kills, some say he even kills for fun. Known throughout all mafias as the one to fear. Try to beat him, you won't win. He's the devil. The both want nothing to do with each other, their only only doing it for their mafia's. Or at least that's what they thought. What happens when emotions get involved? Will hearts breaks? Or will love take over? Read to find out :)

[18+ MATURE CONTENT] "𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you." His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric, "I hate you too," he smirks, his voice deep and raspy "I've always hated you." ✩✩✩✩✩✩ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 the devil in human form. He was born into a powerful and influential Italian mafia family. Being the son of the don, he grew up surrounded by wealth, violence, and a code of honor that placed loyalty above all else. After his father's death he was named the don of the italian mafia. He was feared by everyone. 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙 is sin herself. Her beautiful long black hair, green eyes and curvy body captivated everyones attention. She was born into the Spanish mafia. She became the top assassin at the age of 16. She was the only child and became the heir of the mafia. Everything was now being passed to her and she was ready. Except for one thing, being arranged to marry her enemy. 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.

"Do I seem like an idiot to you princess?" he sassed taking another agonizingly slow step towards me. "N-no." I stuttered out a blabbering mess, unable to think straight with his sudden closeness. "Do I have to show who you belong to again Bella?" "I-don't know." I whispered out too far gone within the eyes of the silver eyed God like boy standing before me. "Then why do you defy me princess, or is it that you want me to punish you?" I was trapped within his beautiful orbs unable to register the utter madness he just voiced, the word fell off my lips almost breathless begging for him to take me. "Yes." His lips curved to the side showing his God forbidden mischievous smirk of his. I had just now registered the consequences of my stupidity. __________________ This book contains strong languages read at owns risk. UNEDITED.