In which a dancing Bunny finds her Dominant, the God of Death. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ "I didn't know where I was going with this, or what I was getting myself into; but one thing was for sure: I didn't think I would be able to escape, nor did I think I wanted to." ~Clarice Marie. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ W A R N I N G Dark & extreme explicit sexual content. 18+ is advised.

"You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me." -Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friends

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What was it, that the most eligible billionaire Adrien Coste liked about Lola? She was giving him something, that he never thought an ordinary twenty one year old could give and no woman ever did. She can't get enough of him and gets introduced to a whole new world of pain and passion. *50 Shades of Grey inspired, you will find many similarities* WARNING! CONTAINS SEXUAL, VIOLENT CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE !

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."