If you like fantasy/romance you should try my story The Flower Longed Death. It is written a LOT better than this one is! -------------------------- "You must've got the wrong impression if you keep expecting to get away with shit like this, so let me make things clear," He says with a calm smile. He moves his face closer to mine, losing the lighthearted grin that had previously cooled my nerves. I get a better look at the scar across the bridge of his nose, and the vague one X'ed onto his lips. Now I want them even more. -------------------------- Eighteen year old Mileva never thought her past would catch up to her after leaving years ago to live in New York City. She didn't think she wanted it to. However, she also didn't think she would cross paths with a guy like Valen, the Italian Mafia's heir. He's only twenty three, but he's somehow the most attractive and intimidating man she has ever met, let alone heard of. Mileva battles her anxiety adjusting to this new life of hers, while Valen is just getting comfortable with his new obsession. -------------------------- Word count: 110,000 There is a lot of graphic content, so please read carefully! List of specific warnings can be found in the introduction. The writing gets better as the story progresses, I promise.

"I'm going to ruin you, Elijah," I whispered, trailing my fingers down his scarred chest, feeling his entire body shudder. Elijah has spent years building walls around himself but Aria ignites something primal inside him that he can't fight. He doesn't do soft and he doesn't do mercy, but with Aria's reckless attempts at breaking him, his years of control shatters. Elijah meant to break her. He meant to show her why he's the most feared wolf in the pack, but in the heat of her gaze, he realizes he isn't the one doing the ruining. She is. They're learning each other the only way they know how, hard, fast, and without mercy. And when the claiming ceremony arrives, nothing will stop him from making her his. She set his world on fire and he will burn the world down to take her. Tropes: Cold girl x Cold guy Virgin x Virgin (everyone knows they choose mates so it is the norm to wait for your mate for most ppl)

When Adrianna stands to lose everything after pushing her wealthy father too far with her wild behaviour, she goes to the one person she believes might save her: her brother's best friend. There's just one problem - they despise each other. Season 1 of Binding Contracts *** Adrianna faces a tough decision: find a husband her father approves of to save her family's reputation, or risk losing everything she cares about. To her dismay, her brother suggests she marry his best friend, Xander, who has earned her father's respect over the years. Despite their hatred for each other, Adrianna reluctantly tries to convince Xander, even offering part of her inheritance to sway him. Their past quickly makes things difficult - Adrianna used to mock Xander for being poor, which hurt him deeply. Seeing Adrianna beg, he bargains with her to accept the proposal. But how are they to fool the public - and her father - when they can't stand to be in the same room? As they spend more time together, old animosity slowly turns to attraction. And soon, Adrianna and Xander are forced to face the past, and their future, with the pressure of a fake engagement looming over their heads. What is real, and what is for the contract?

After a drunken night out leads to a one night stand with her smoking hot best friend, Maya can't help giving in to temptation again and again. But are passionate hookups and wild trysts all the future has in store?  *****  Best friends since the age of three, spirited Maya Crofton and ladies' man Luke Anderson are inseparable, priding themselves on knowing everything about one another. Or so Maya thought. What she doesn't realise is that Luke has been lusting after more than just her friendship, and, with alcohol involved, sparks soon fly. But past encounters, devastating secrets, and the unbearable need to hide her true feelings put Maya in quite a predicament. Will she overcome her doubts and offer Luke the chance he's been waiting almost half his life for? [[word count: 100,000 - 150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

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.

Karmen Morales, 21. She's lost her Parents, her only brother, and just found out she's going to be a single mother after having a one night stand with with someone without even knowing his name. How will she react when six years later the man comes back into her life and reveals he's the leader of the Italian mafia, Luca Vitale. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "You know for all those years I couldn't get you out of my head." He says pulling his shirt off his shoulders, leaving me speechless. "I thought about how you looked, how you sounded, how you felt." He said pushing me down so I'm laying on my back. He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He holds one of my legs up, leans down and kisses my inner thigh. "ho pensato a come hai assaggiato" he said, kissing higher and higher up my thighs. (i thought about how you tasted) He reaches my underwear and slips his fingers under the straps. He presses his thumb against my clit causing me to gasp. "You're so wet for me tesoro." He says, causing me to blush. He pulls his hand away and pulls my panties down my legs, leaving me completely exposed. He spreads my legs gently with his hands before kneeling down and placing a wet kiss right on my clit causing me to shudder. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Chapters with (☑️) equal smut. **STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND LANGUAGE READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED** (Comments that involve any kind of kink shaming will be deleted. ) Much love -the author ❤️ ----------------------------------------------------------------- 10k reads- 08/31/21 20k reads- 09/24/21 30k reads- 10/07/21 40k reads- 10/13/21 50k reads- 10/30/21 60k reads- 11/22/21 70k reads- 12/15/21 80k reads- 1/1/22 90k reads- 1/11/22 100k reads!!!!!- 1/23/22 200K READS!!!- 4/25/22 420k READS!!!- 5/20/23

" Look at you all sweaty and needy for my touch " Rafe grunted spreading my legs slightly to fit himself between, his eyes exploring my body. " Today l will ink myself under your skin in away that you will whimper when you look at yourself and you will only think of me when you touch yourself, " Renee Blue Tyson was a golden child turned wrong. Since her teenage years she yearned for something that she didn't know of. At seventeen she explored her body and learnt that she liked it rough and mostly she liked older men as they knew what they wanted and did. She discovers SHE'S NOT A VANILLA GIRL , she likes it with ropes, chokes and spanks. Now at twenty-three in her last year of college she stumbles in his safe place. Kirill Rafe Merceaux , is a 35year old rich successful business man by the day , a tattoo artist in the evening and a monster in bed at night and when a 5'3 raven haired girl which captivating dark chocolate eyes knocks into him, he knows he's ruined and most importantly he knows he's going to drag her with him. Willingly or Not.

They both smile like they want nothing more than to see me break. Ryze, with that devilish grin like he knows he'll enjoy every second of it, and Jace, my stepbrother. He's not supposed to want me, and I'm not supposed to want them. But the way he looks at me- with that teasing cruel smirk of his.... It makes me forget every rule I swore I'd keep. And when he speaks-low, cruel, filthy- my body answers before I can say no. ................................................................................ trigger warnings: please read ! dubious nonconsent/coercion!! power imbalance sexual content (explicit) emotional manipulation bullying/verbal degradation death of a parent (referenced) secret society violence and initiation themes knife play (not blood) blackmail stepsibling relationship psychological trauma (referenced) mask kink gore

"Hey husband." He glared. "Since you married me out of so much love, princess treatment is mandatory." "You've been testing my patience since morning." Devin said flatly. "Oh, have you given up already? Bad. Don't give up so easily, husband. You have to bear with me all your life." He held my arms and pulled me closer. "I'm not good at taking tantrums." Our faces were inches apart. I whispered "Don't worry, I'll make you a pro." "Samantha, I'm not Davide who is madly in love with you and is willing to tolerate this bullshit." "Tantrums in front of Davide? Nope. Never." I smiled. His eyes flicked, just for a second to my lips before returning to my face. "It's only for you, husband." "Stop calling me that." "What? Husband? But you are my husband. Lawful husband." A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "You know... it'll be fun taming you. Now I'm here like you wanted, so let's go." "But-" I started. I am not going with you so easily. "Now what?" "My legs are hurting." I pouted. .... She was chaos. He was calm. She was a pure soul. He was a murderer. She was sold. He was the buyer. Samantha Jones, an innocent lively soul. She has a dream to open her own cafe. Devin Volkov, a CEO billionaire and mafia leader who is here to destroy Samantha's family. She started living with Devin's family 8 years ago, she was scared of him and he hated her for one mistake. He bought her for millions of dollars from her own father. Why did he? What did he have to do with her? Why did he marry her even after hating her? Tropes : grumpy x sunshine age-gap slow-burn forced marriage possessive she fell first, he fell harder