" Oh fuck!!" "Little one, I don't think it suits a baby to curse." " Hey!! Who are you calling little? I am a big girl. Can't you see?? " she hissed angrily, rubbing her knees. He chuckled and bent down to see her injury. " it's not that big. Stop crying like a baby." "Are you serious!! You..You are such a bad man I have ever met. Even my neighbour's son feels sad after hurting me. And you!! Huh!!" she said with an angry pout. He chuckled and stood up. He gave his hand to her to get up but she slapped his hand and stood up herself whining in pain. --------------------------------------------------- "Stop coming near me, or, or," she stuttered, trying to break free from his cage-like hold. "Or what, little one?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear. She didn't like it - that was what her mind was screaming. But she also knew it was a turn-on for her. "Just leave me, Mr. Knight," she tried to act bold, but all her words came out as a mere whisper. He smirked and moved closer, their bodies touching. She could feel his heavy bulge against her lower abdomen. She bit her lip. He moved in closer, and before she could speak, he claimed her lips, shocking her to the core. "Mine..." ----------------------------------------------------------- He is broken, she is his cure. He is alone, she has everyone. He is cold, she is on fire. She ain't any innocent, naive girl but a fiesty one. What will happen when they both meet after their first encounter??

"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak. "That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Therefore, I'll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day." He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. "Stay still if you don't want me to make your night worse," he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. "Happy anniversary, my fuck toy." He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** "Fine. I'm leaving and never show you my face." He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. "Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I'm ready to take any path which leads me to you both."

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

Lots of sex scenes. Cause I'm a horny freak. This book is very poorly written and I'm very very sorry. It was an experiment book to give me ideas for future books but somehow everybody loves it?

"She's daddy's girl. Isn't that right, sweetheart? My perfect little girl." A short story of one woman plus five men. 18+

"Daddy, I'm your best doll aren't I?" - - - - In which a sixteen year old is flawed to others but she's a perfect doll to her daddy. - - - - - - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED KNEESUCKZ ®

"Are you my good girl?" he looks up at me with his dark eyes. His tongue slides across his sinister lips, only making me more anxious. I nod furiously, wanting him to make me his all over again. "Say it." he lowly growls, his grip on my hips tightening. "I'm your good girl, I'm yours forever."

Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from a past that seems to follow her everywhere she goes, even in her dreams. A girl who had to start from square one at a very young age, with no one but her best friend and cat by her side. When news spreads in the city of a secret she tried to keep buried, she packs her life up and does what she does best. Run. Anywhere, and preferably something small. Moving to a new town means newfound friendships, places to spend your time, and even new romantic interests. But when she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she searches for a place to stay, falling no where else, but in a house with two men. Dominant, best friends, and beautiful, River and Larson are the kind of men who don't take no for an answer, and when they want something... they get it. Men who have secrets of their own, secrets that could do more harm, than good. With already having all the trauma and pain in her past, it's probably best if she stays away... The only question is if they'll let her... and if she wants to. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 for younger me, who wanted to be his first choice. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 BOOK 1 ♡ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ COMPLETED. ♡ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬." 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. "𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆." _______________________________________ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧.