🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️ ""Show me that wet pussy," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl dripping with dominance and raw lust, every word dripping with hunger. The heat in his words wrapped around me like a vise, making my skin flush and my breath hitch. I spread my legs wider, every nerve ending screaming for him. He leaned in, eyes dark and hungry, the scent of him intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, his voice rough as he whispered, "Such a good girl." I bit down hard on my trembling lips, my body aching, desperate for his touch...

"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are." "I'm a good girl?" I whispered. He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" My eyes glistened with his reflection. "I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll be mean about it." "How can you prove it to me...?" I asked him. He smirked. "Ahh, you're too innocent for your own good. Do you even recognize what I'm doing right now?" My eyes glittered. He smiled wickedly. "This." I gasped when something slid into a spot that had been left cold for years, catching the comforter to try to hold something as he started torturing me. "What did I say?" he responded, smiling up as I tried to breathe. "What did I say?" "Take it like a good girl," I responded. "Are you a good girl?" he asked me. I nodded numbly, trying to keep my composure. His eyes darkened with mischief. "Then prove it." When a girl who's secretly naughty meets a boy who's outwardly bad. And he knows what she does every night before bed. A somewhat slow burn mafia romance where a girl meets a mysterious savior who stands outside her window, covered in shadows. He vowed to protect her from the serial killer who'd been killing everyone she loved, and he didn't care how nervous she was around him. They belonged together. When a secret submissive meets her dominant soulmate. Things start to unfold. (Obsession is part of the Mafia Realm, but is not part of a series)

When a girl with sugar on her lips and obedience in her bones catches the eye of a Nomad, she doesn't flinch. She freezes. Still. Quiet. Waiting for permission to breathe. She's not broken. She's not pretending. She was built for structure. Raised in silence. And when the wrong man stalks her routine, it's not the club that protects her first- It's Chains. Chains doesn't touch what isn't his. Doesn't lose control. As Vice President of the Nomads, he's the one who keeps the fire clean, the brotherhood sharp. But the baker doesn't run from his silence. She submits to it. She kneels. She obeys. And the more he watches her hold still, the more he wants to see her unravel-for him. But danger doesn't ask for consent. And the man watching her wants more than power. He wants to cleanse what Chains already claimed. In a world ruled by dominance, fire, and blood- sometimes the most dangerous thing isn't the monster at the door... It's the girl who whispers sir when she's shaking.

Aubrey doesn't fit society's description of a desirable woman- at least she doesn't think so- and she accepts that truth for what it is. She loves playing video games and weighs more than what is considered the status quo. While working she meets Ethan, and while they didn't meet on great terms he sees something he wants....her. She can't believe a man like him wants her but soon things get steamy. Every woman is beautiful. Join Aubrey on the long journey as she finds self-confidence through somewhat taboo means. Giving up control isn't always a bad thing. **Thanks to Fairybad for the new introduction** I have unpublished the prologue as I am not sure it is necessary, opinions welcome in messages or comments.

Xavier Romano, 27, a mafia leader. Ruthless, cold , arrogant are the words you use to describe him. Lost his parents in a mafia war. He has a twin sister only family left. Scarlet Rivera, 25, chef by profession. Happy, lovely, caring, kind. She grew up in orphanage. Has no family. But a best friend who she considers her family. She runs a small diner named Foodie's. Dive in the story of these two so different individuals. One a mafia and and other a chef. How these two will meet? What will happen when Xavier is in desparate need of Chef? I know I suck at description, but dont ignore me. I promise you story would be interesting! Give this book a try please! I wont disappoint you. Also you can check my previous book too which is completed 'Arranged to Love❤' and ongoing book 'Loveless Marriage' Best rankings: #26 in billionare out of 1.66k stories. #2 in chef out of 1.47k stories #1 in Xavier out of 1.47k stories (06/12/20) #7 in mafia out of 1.77k stories (23/12/20) #2 in Scarlet out of 1.37k stories (25/12/20) #1 in Italy out of 1.54k stories (17/01/21) #1 in billionaire out of 1.6k stories (06/02/21) #5 in Italy out of 1.57k stories (07/03/21) #6 in mafia out of 1.8k stories (15/03/21) #2 in Newyork out of 22.3k stories (29/06/21) #1 in Xavier out of 1.47k stories (26/08/21) #6 in Romance out of 1.94k stories (4/4/22)

𝟎𝟖.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓- 𝟏𝟐.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞."

"You still mine?" "Always."

"I'm on whatever you on baby boy" "I wanna be on you pa"

Kazeem "Kaz" Curtis is known on the block for wooing the ladies. He's handsome, fly, and everybody's got his name in their mouth. But when the truth about what he's hiding comes out, will they reject him-or finally see him for who he really is? Before he can figure that out, Jasir enters his life. Some call him a mystery. Others know him as hood royalty. But all Jasir knows is that Kazeem isn't as slick as he thinks. He sees right through him.

Six kids in one house, and somehow he still felt invisible. Taye was always working, always stressed, always trying to hold everything together but never really seeing him. The others were the same. Busy. Distant. Like surviving mattered more than anything else. And maybe it did. But that didn't stop it from messing him up. So he learned quick don't ask for anything, don't expect nothing, and don't let nobody get close enough to leave. That's just how he became Kairo. Rude. Distant. Unbothered. Or at least...that's what everybody thought. Now suddenly, things were different. Taye checking on him. Asking questions. Looking at him like he actually mattered. It didn't sit right. "Where was all that before?" Kairo muttered one night, staring up at the ceiling, phone in his hand but not really looking at it. Because care-real care-was something he didn't know how to trust. And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part...was him. Kairos best friend. The one person who always stayed. Always showed up. Always saw him even when Kairo tried his hardest to push him away. That was the problem. Because Kairo wasn't supposed to feel like this. Not about him.