I was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled myI was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled my skirt up to my lower back and began to caress my bottom gently, over the place that he just spanked, leading to an even more profound tingle. I whined and just barley rocked against him when I felt another, slightly harsher slap land on the middle of my exposed rear, and I yelped loudly. "Kai." He rumbled, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. "You know I don't like to repeat myself." He warned and squeezed my now stinging bottom. "D-Daddy, I call you Daddy." I hurriedly answered. "Please!" I begged, wholeheartedly regretting my earlier actions today. I felt him smile against my face at that, and he chuckled darkly generating a shiver to run up my spine. What have I gotten myself into?

"Strip, Doll." The command came from two men at the exact same moment, their deep, dark voices echoing through the silent room. She froze. Dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, she looked breathtakingly beautiful-fair, delicate, and heartbreakingly fragile, like a porcelain doll moments away from breaking. Her trembling hands instinctively clutched the fabric of her dress as tears welled in her eyes. "P-Please..." she whispered, shaking her head. "Please... don't do this... Please... leave me alone." Her broken plea dissolved into quiet sobs, but the room remained cold and merciless. One of the men rose from his seat and slowly walked toward her. "Why, Doll?" he asked in a dark, emotionless voice. "You were the one who came into our lives. You were the one who claimed to love both of us, weren't you? You were the one who wanted to marry us... to spend your wedding night with us." A cold smile tugged at his lips. "You only wanted it at different times. We simply chose to make it happen together. What's the difference? Whether it's separately or at the same time..." He shoved her onto the bed. She let out a frightened gasp as tears silently streamed from her wide, puppy-like eyes. The other man walked toward the bed and looked down at her. "It was this innocent face that trapped both of us, wasn't it?" he said with a bitter smile. "Look... we both fell for it." He climbed onto the bed, his gaze never leaving her. "Come on... let's celebrate our wedding night. After all, this was your wish... wasn't it?" Her tears silently rolled down her cheeks as fear and confusion filled her eyes. ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ. ⚠ ᴇxᴩʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ⚠ |ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ| |ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ| |ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇ

18+ Werewolf Romance (read at your own discretion) "If I find you soaked for me below your nightdress, then I am going to do terrible things to you, Lavelle." His dark promise fuels my desire. I grab his wrist where it rests against my thigh, stopping it before it can travel upward. "Wait." His mouth curves into a smile against the side of my neck. "Troubled about what I may find?" +++ Lavelle has never considered herself lucky. That changes on the night she secures an invitation to a coveted ball. There, she meets a charming Alpha, who takes a singular interest in her. A single night leads to Lavelle being swept up into another world entirely, where she is doted on by a handsome Alpha who speaks of marrying her. While she considers their meeting fate, the Alpha has dark and terrible intentions that aren't revealed until his mysterious and beautiful cousin, Zyre, arrives to challenge his title, and to take all that he belongs to him- including Lavelle. Suddenly attached to a new Alpha who she feels inexplicably drawn to, Lavelle struggles with the dark realities of her past, and the growing bond between her and the enigmatic Zyre.

"What did you say?" Asher asked calmly. "I-I don't wa-" I was cut off by his loud laugh. He came behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Looks like our little girl loves to daydream brother." He said to Alec who is watching everything with a blank face. He walked slowly towards us and stood in front of me. He grabbed my jaw harshly and said calmly "I dare you to say it again." When I stayed silent Asher grabbed my hair and jerked my head back "Answer him" he shouted on my face making me close my eyes in fear. How could I speak when they both are keeping me in between them like this. I took a deep breath to calm down my fear. I have to do this if I don't want to lose my life and my freedom to them. I opened my mouth and said those words which could only get me killed by them. ~~~~~~~ 18+ story. 🔞🔞

The heatwave of 1955 didn't just bring cracked roads and heavy air to Maple Hill, it brought Kitty O'Callaghan. Instead of the quiet start she hoped for with her mother, Kitty finds herself trapped under the roof of her stepbrother Johnny - a brooding mechanic who sees in her every trace of the woman he resents. What begins as aggression soon turns to desire. Johnny soon wants more than her fear. He wants her softness, her trust, her heart. And nothing will stand in his way. Not her tears. Not her defiance. Not even her hate. ~ He lowered himself to the edge of the bed, the quilt dipping beneath the weight of his knee. His hand lifted, brushing the stray curl aside, fingertips grazing the smooth line of her cheek. Then he leaned in, his breath warm at her ear. "Kitten..." His voice slipped through the quiet. "Wake up." At first she only stirred, a small sound catching in her throat as her brow drew tight. "C'mon now. Look at me." His hand lingered near her face. Fingertips brushing her cheek once more in a slow movement. Her lashes fluttered once, twice. Then her eyes opened, heavy with sleep. For a second she only stared, unseeing, then the blur sharpened landing seeing his face so close to hers. Her whole body jolted, shoulders driving into the pillow as if to put distance where there was none. Her legs kicked under the blanket, the sheets twisting around her ankles. Her mouth opened, dragging in a sharp, startled breath as a scream began to claw its way up from her chest. But it never made it out, he was ready. His hand clamped down hard over her mouth. Her eyes filled with instant panic. She froze. Then fought.

in a world where classification determines the path you take in life, will harper crumble under the nerves or will she embrace her newfound lifestyle. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ lucas is determined to be a shoulder she can cry on, a person she can run to when things feel too big. dealing with the fluctuating emotions is tough, but lucas vows to stick through the ups and downs. 🎁 started - 5/02/2025

Camille Allen is a 19 year old girl who comes from an abusive household. She tries everything to get away from her father, and maybe she found her saviors They are the feared capos of the Italian mafia. If they set eyes on something they want they get it whatever it takes

Sweet and innocent Daisy works in a bakery right across a law firm. She caught the attention of four dangerously handsome and powerful men. What happens when they pull her in their world filled with secrets,danger and money. The complete opposite of what sweet Daisy is used to. Will she love them four unconditionally or break under the unknown.

Evangeline has just turned 18. As it is require by the government she must go to be classified. All her life she has held herself to be a Dom, much like the rest of her family is, but what happens when this doesn't work out to be the truth? Will she take it well or not? Follow along with her journey to settle in.

𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑. 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. ────୨ৎ──── "Please let me go. I don't want this." Her voice was low and tired as tears flowed down her porcelain cheeks. His arms loosened their grip around her trembling body as his thumb stroked her tear stained cheek. "You are mine darling. My precious Rosie, forgive me but I can't ever let you go. You belong to me forever." ────୨ৎ──── Rosaline Marlowe is a only daughter. She had everything she ever desired - loving parents, her best friend Sammy and her cat Milo. But what happens when she come across a man she wasn't supposed to meet? 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. ────୨ৎ────