"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs.""

⸻ She was born a weapon. Alina Reyes is a mafia princess raised in blood and silence-beautiful, volatile, and deadly when crossed. After witnessing her mother's murder at eight years old, she learned one rule early: never let anyone mistake your softness for weakness. When a forced marriage binds her to Ronan Kavanagh, one of the most feared mafia Dons in Europe, Alina expects a cage. She gets a battlefield. Ronan is cold, ruthless, and untouchable-a man who rules through fear and never explains himself. Their marriage is meant to be an alliance, nothing more. No trust. No affection. No illusions. But Alina is not the kind of woman who survives quietly. As enemies circle and old ghosts rise from the ashes of betrayal, Alina refuses to stay protected, hidden, or obedient. She doesn't want Ronan's permission-she wants her place beside him. And as secrets unravel and the past claws its way back into the present, their union becomes something far more dangerous than either anticipated. Because together, they don't just rule. They destabilize. ⸻

She planned a life alone. He planned a life to own. Only one will get what they plan. Set it Regency England. Erotic content with power exchange including bondage, domestic discipline, spanking, etc. Keep in mind the era and the power exchange kink (AKA BDSM). Simply put this is a kinky book that may offend. You have been warned. First in the series of Autumn Club books. *** He lowered his head to her ear. "Good evening, kitten," he whispered. "You are always such a good girl for me, aren't you? Allowing me to pet you without complaint." His wrapped fingers moved so they rested over her covered breast, and a gasp again escaped Katrina's lips. She leaned back a little in to him. She wasn't sure if she was trying to move away from the touch or closer to his body. She knew this was wrong and she should run away, but his touch was addictive.

After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage. Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan. In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost. Love that fits the world is lived. Love that defies it is remembered. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything. "Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place. He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim

"Tell me what you want, my little slave." Mercy laid me down, arms pinning me to the bed I tried so damn hard to melt into. I moaned, "Please.. don't make me beg master." He chuckled, raising my hands and whispering, "Keep what's mine right there." He let go, and I kept my arms raised over my stripped body as he said. "Shall I start here," he kissed my stomach, "Or here," my thigh, lower, he was going lower, "Perhaps, here.." --- Victoria cant remember her age or her life or even how she died. What she does know is long ago she sold her soul to a eternal life of submission, all for one man to bow to her in her mortal life. Now she's dead, with nobody with her but the man she sold her soul to. She gave him a name long ago, she calls him Mercy. Mercy can read her as he once did when she was alive, and for the first time in his immortal life he's dedicated to control everything about her. Even if it means locking her away and keeping his slave for himself. //TW torture, sex, profanity

Velvet Chains She stripped for tips. He stripped her soul bare. Serenity didn't choose this life - the late nights, the velvet stage, the way her boss pulls her into his office and uses her like he owns her. For two years, she's been the club's dirty little secret... dancing for strangers while being forced to please the man who signs her checks. She's beautiful. Broken. And numb to it all. Until he shows up. Luca Moretti. Italian. Powerful. The kind of man who doesn't take what's his - he claims it. And from the moment he watches her dance, Serenity isn't just a stripper anymore... she's his obsession. He doesn't care about rules. Doesn't care who her boss is. When he finds out the truth? He'll burn the whole damn club down just to feel her shake under him. He came for a show. He left with a woman. And a body count.

18+ mature content Lottie has always dreamed of being dominated and controlled so when an opportunity arises for her to lecture and attend a BDSM academy for adults she joins. However, Lottie is assigned two dominants Grayson and Jack who strongly align with her wants and needs, supporting her in a 24/7 BDSM relationship. Strictly for 18 and over. Spanking Bondage Punishment 24/7 BDSM relationship Orgasms denial CNC Anal sex Humiliation Chastity Exhibition

"Over my knee." She's heard those three little words many times - Letti is a brat and she knows it. Wrex is Letti's strict husband and Dominant, but he not-so-secretly enjoys Letti's misbehavior. Her antics, strategic pokes, and occasional fatal errors earn Letti a creative variety of funishments and punishments that will leave readers wondering how Wrex will discipline her next. The Brat Diaries is a collection of 40 bite-sized erotic stories and 17 essays that give an inside look into the D/s dynamic of Letti and Wrex. Together, they explore the valuable impact of D/s and domestic discipline on their marriage, mental health, and sex life. Access the entire collection on Amazon June 7, 2022. Pre-order for the ebook is available now for $2.99 (will increase to $6.99 after release). Paperback will also be available in June. Select stories will remain available here and The Brat Diaries Vol. 2 will be launched this summer on Wattpad. --- Most of us are self-educated in kink and taught by experience. Unfortunately for many, myself included, we've learned first hand from traumatic and abusive experiences. We've learned unrealistic expectations from fiction books and not enough about safety & consent. My hope is that these stories & essays will give insight to young s-types and help them recognize a healthy, safe, and loving D/s from abuse. Each chapter is an independent short story and they can be read in any order. These stories are meant for a MATURE AUDIENCE and contain: - BDSM - Punishments - Spanking - Sexual content - 24/7 D/s - Power exchange - Consensual non-consent (CNC) - Bratting and brat handling - Domestic discipline If any of the above triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please do not continue reading. For the rest of you, happy reading! MY INBOX IS OPEN FOR ANYONE EXPERIENCING ABUSE OR UNSURE IF THEY ARE BEING ABUSED IN THEIR DYNAMIC. I will listen to you without judgement and will not offer advice unless you ask for it.

"𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲? 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮." 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸. 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆- "𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶." "𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.." 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. "𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼." "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱"- 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻-"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀." 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲.

[UNEDITED/ DRAFT] New edited version now available for purchase on various platforms-check the links in my bio! "The Angel and The Royal Devil" 🖤 "If he doesn't stop staring at you in five seconds, I'll fuck you against this table and you'll come while locking eyes with him." I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening in disbelief as I confronted his impassive expression. He meant business, and there was no denying it. "Five," he declared, his gaze fixed on Joseph, who showed no sign of backing down, continuing to stare at me. "Four." "Stop fucking staring at me, Jo!" I slammed my hands on the table in frustration, my breath hitching and shallow, head spinning at the idea of Salvo taking me in front of a crowd. "Three," Salvo hushed, Joseph's gaze remaining steadfastly fixed on me. "Two." "Please, Joseph," I pleaded. He didn't shift his gaze from me, nor did he blink. "One." Before I could breathe, Salvo lifted me up, my face right in front of Joseph. My ass pointed at Salvo, making things a bit edgy. I held onto the table, feeling the tension. A sneaky grin appeared on Jo's face as Salvo forcefully ripped my gown. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haunted by a psycho stalker for three years, Luna Percy's life darkens when she falls for notorious mafia leader Salvo Ambrose aka The Royal Devil. Both the stalker and Salvo are consumed by an intense obsession and possessiveness towards her. Their romance reveals shocking truths: her father's murderer, her rapist, and her stalker's identity. In this twisted tale of love and betrayal, there are no heroes-just morally grey men and villains. This dark story may trigger some readers. Reached #1 in psycho, psychokiller #1 in eroticromance, #1 in hotboys, #1 in mafiaromance, #1 in dark romance