"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

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."

Ciara, Ends up falling pregnant with her abusive boyfriends baby. She left with the baby but is he truly gone out their life? Zane, Famous model, bunch of family secrets + history with mafia. He ends up noticing Ciara from a mile away.

I don't like people crowding her. Don't like people touching her. Don't like people making her uncomfortable. Which would be fine... If I didn't barely know her.

While out clubbing Nala met this tall sexy stranger named Lorenzo Ferrari. Little did she know she didn't know what she was getting herself into when she got involved with him... "What are you going to do to me." I said feeling his hardness rub against my ass through my tight dress. "Oh, scoprirai presto la mia regina." He whispered his voice low and raspy. Oh god I think I might just come listening to it. (Oh, you will soon find out my queen.) "Qualunque cosa tu dica papi." I moaned feeling his lips kissing my neck and pressing against my sweet spot. (Whatever you say daddy.)