✦❧✦ CONTENT WARNING ✦❧✦ This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers, including: ✦ explicit language ✦ consensual adult intimacy ✦ caregiver‑style power‑exchange dynamics ✦ BDSM‑coded interactions ✦ dominant/submissive relationship structures ✦ "Master" title usage within a consensual context ✦ emotional intensity and psychological themes If you enjoy dark romance, structured dynamics, and emotionally layered power‑exchange, this story may resonate with you. If these themes are not your preference, please read with care. ✦ ✧ ✦ Kalia's life shatters the night her ex decides he's done with her - and hands her over to another dominant man she barely knows. What should have been the worst moment of her life becomes the beginning of something she never expected. Alexander is nothing like Clark. He's patient where Clark was cruel, steady where Clark was selfish, and far more dangerous than he ever lets on. And then there's Viktor - Alexander's closest friend, just as commanding, just as magnetic, and just as drawn to her. Two men who don't share each other... but share her. Two different kinds of dominance. One girl caught between them - or maybe finally, finally held. As Kalia learns their rules, their rhythms, and the safety she never knew she needed, she discovers a truth she can't ignore: She wasn't given away. She was found. A dark, emotional, reverse‑harem romance about healing, trust, and the kind of devotion that rewrites a life. ✦ dual doms ✦ one girl, two masters ✦ slow‑burn intensity ✦ emotional depth ✦ power‑exchange dynamics ✦ found‑family softness wrapped in danger

on the official wattpad page's reading list for black stories📖📚 She escaped her past in stilettos. He brought her back in boots. Gianna Sinclair built a glamorous life in Los Angeles-designer clothes, celebrity clients, and a reputation that sparkled as bright as the Hollywood sign. But beneath the polish lies a past she buried long ago in Prairie View, Texas-a sleepy town filled with dusty roads, painful memories, and a little sister she left behind. When her grandmother passes, Gianna is forced to return home for the first time in years. There, Gini-hurt, angry, and grieving-greets her with sharp words and deeper wounds. One explosive argument later, Gianna storms off, intent on leaving Prairie View for good. But fate as other plans. Only one wrong turn lands herself stranded on the backroads of open fields. Where she meets Weston Reid. Rugged. Quiet. Cowboy to the bone. Weston isn't looking for trouble, but trouble sure looks good in designer heels and ruined curls. He saves her. She challenges him. And as Gianna's glamorous world crashes into his rugged one, sparks fly hotter than the Southern sun. But love in Prairie View isn't simple. There are secrets buried deeper than the Texas clay. And Gianna will have to decide if she's willing to trade fame and fashion... for a second chance, a hometown healing-and the kind of love that doesn't give a damn about headlines. WARNING: Erotica Content

[COMPLETED] Ava Spencer, a young woman struggling to find a job and pay off her student debt decides to become a babysitter to the daughter of single father and successful businessman Kaden Morello. Kaden has been single for five years and he can't help but start to develop strong feelings for his daughter's beautiful babysitter. He wants her and he's not going to let anything or anyone get in his way. #5 in Romance 6th Jan 2020 #4 in interracial 6th Jan 2020 #1 in bwwm 14th Jan 2020 #1 in mafia 15th Feb 2020 #3 in newadult 15th Feb 2020 #1 in mature 16th Feb 2020 #9 in love 13th Apr 2020

I was supposed to be on a chill RV camping trip with my boyfriend's family. Key words: supposed to. I hated him, I hated them, and the only thing keeping me sane was sneaking off at night to take pictures of the forest. But one night... I wandered too far. Now I'm being held captive by something straight out of a fever dream-a 7-foot tall lycan beast who doesn't shift, doesn't speak, and definitely doesn't care about my personal space. Oh, and apparently? I'm his mate. Cute. I've tried escaping-multiple times. He always catches me. Throws me over his shoulder like it's just another Tuesday. I curse him out, he grunts. I run, he drags me back. I'm not falling for him. I don't care how protective, possessive, or weirdly gentle he is when he thinks I'm asleep. I just want out... right?

Her back rested upon his front, he wrapped one hand around her throat and the other hand cupped her heat. He leaned his tall frame down to her petite figure before letting out a low growl. "You better learn some respect before I fuck that tight pussy of yours." Ignoring the moisture between her legs and urge to be touched in ways she could never imagine, Dream spun around and mirrored his previous actions in an act of defiance and wrapped 𝗵𝗲𝗿 hand around 𝗵𝗶𝘀 throat, tip toed to reach his height and whispered in his ear... "I dare you bitch." _________☘︎︎♧︎☘︎︎_________ Dream Carter is a boss in a mans world and doesn't take shit from anyone but what happens when a certain 6'5 grey-eyed billionaire who is what every woman wants and what every man wants to be, walks into her life and turns shit upside down? well read to find out motherfucker. (completed and edited.) WARNING! MATURE CONTENT.

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED‼️A story in which a girl falls in love with a mafia enforcer who's seems to good to be true.

After losing her parents at the age of twelve, Thandi spent years running-from orphan homes, street predators, and the crushing weight of poverty. Through it all, her big sister was her shield. Her hope. Her last thread of innocence in a world determined to strip it away. But when violence rips her sister from her life, Thandi's fragile world crumbles. Alone and helpless, she is sold into the hands of the De Luca family-the most feared mafia dynasty in the world. In the dark halls of power, cruelty, and desire, Thandi's stolen innocence echoes in every shadow. And survival may cost her the last pieces of the girl she used to be.

🖤 ONGOING STORY 🖤 🔪 Dark Romance | Mature Themes 🕯️ Updates Weekly ‼️ TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ This story contains dark and sensitive content. Please read with caution. Themes include: ⚠️ Childhood abuse ⚠️ Sexual assault (SA) ⚠️ Domestic violence / abuse ⚠️ Graphic torture & violence ⚠️ Suicidal thoughts / ideation ⚠️ Possessive behavior & light stalking This is not a love story for the faint of heart. It's about survival, obsession, and what happens when the only person who ever protected you... becomes the only one who can destroy you. 🩸 Read responsibly. Take breaks if you need to. 🩸 Solana Beaulieu has learned how to stay quiet. It's how she's survived-keeping her head down, hiding the bruises, and pretending everything is fine. The world only sees what she allows them to see. And no one asks questions... until he shows up. Cassien Donatello was the boy who once protected her in silence. Now he's a man-colder, more dangerous, and unwilling to walk away this time. When fate places Solana back in his path, Cassien refuses to look the other way. He's seen too much. And he knows the truth: the man in her life is a monster who doesn't deserve to keep breathing. But Solana isn't the broken girl he remembers. And Cassien is no hero. Dark, obsessive, and unflinchingly loyal, Cassien will burn down the world to protect her. Even if she's too afraid to ask for his help. Even if she tells him to leave. In a world where pain has always been louder than love, Solana will have to decide who she can trust-and what it really means to be safe.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.