"God, I want you inside of me," I said. "How bad do you want it," he said. "Bad," I moaned. "What's my name," he said. "Grayson," I moaned even louder. "No, what is my name," he said. "Daddy," I bit my lip.

❝ HE'S PSYCHOTIC, OBSESSIVE, AND MY WORST NIGHTMARE. OF COURSE, I'M THE ONE HE CHOOSES ❞ [ DARK!TOM HIDDLESTON AU] [ TEACHER!TOM HIDDLESTON AU ] [ BOOK ONE IN "THE NEFARIOUS" SERIES ] [ ORIGINALLY COMPLETED 05/26/2015 ] [ REWRITTEN 01/03/2019 ] [ HIGHEST RANK: #2 IN #TOMHIDDLESTON , #9 IN MYSTERY/THRILLER ] ©CXMETERYGATES

A teacher gets obsessed with a student and is ready to do anything even if it means killing her loved ones. How will she survive this come and join her journey to see if she survived.....

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

Sequel to His Obsession: (STILL ONGOING- NO I HAVENT DISCONTINUED IT) As extravagant as love can be, many pay the price to well-enjoy it. After years of desperate searching, they've grown to accept the fact that those who disappear without a trace, were gone forever. But what if they were wrong? What if those who they were looking for, simply didn't want to be found? When old love unites, what will happen if these old flames collide with new ones? Danica quickly learns to realize how borderline evil the Hierarchy could be, and what fine price Danica and Eric would have to pay. Along the way, the unthinkable occurs. But this time, she's not the hostage. Danica catches an understanding that the worst thing about secrets are that they could be kept by people you had trusted deeply. When the dark history of Eric, Santiago, and Alessandra slowly untwine, they each get caught in their own alarming surprises. Some in which could cost them their future. As they all know, in the Hierarchy- death is normal. ----- Highest Rank: #27 in Romance. 6/20/18 IMPORTANT: Please do not read any further if you have not read His Obsession, but intend to. Thank you. DISCLAIMER: This story contains violence and mature scenes. Read at your own risk. His Indulgence. Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.

" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as he looked away , blushing madly. The blush that tainted his cheeks made me all the more turned on. Fuck. I slowly, made my way towards him and placed my hands on his chest. His eyes followed my every action. "Eleoner..." He whispered hoarsely, making me cream my panties. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it go away..." I trailed off, biting his earlobe seductively. _____________________________________ When Eleoner was sent to military school at the tender age of sixteen by her gold digging whore of a mother, instead of improving herself, she turned worse. She drank , played around, swore like a sailor etc. She was the kind of girl your parents warned you not to hang out with. Tired of her careless mother and her innumerable man sluts, Eleoner decides to move out. When she decided to move to New York to study in NYU, the least she expected was sharing an apartment with another guy, Luca Marino. Luca is the boy your parents encourage you to hang out with because he is a complete nerd. He surrounds himself with books only. El was always into the hot bad boys in her hometown but this Italian nerd has her fantasizing. She will not stop until she has him in her bed. But along with Luca comes drama. Will El be strong enough for the heartbreak to come? Will she continue being the bad bitch or will Luca tame her? **************************************** Guys, this book is for mature audiences as it contains Sexual content (shitload of that) , swearing, etc..... So please , 18+ readers only. If ya nasty and you're not 18, try not to go ahead. But if you do, don't sue me for destroying your innocent soul. I warned you.

Its about a girl named Rebecca Sawyer who has a new Hot History teacher named Jay Anderson who wants her Mr. Anderson pushes me up against a wall, my arms are pinned above my head. pushes his lower part to my lower part "I want you Rebecca." he says huskily.

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

❝You're holding my heart captive. But you don't even know that you have it.❞ © Copyright Qveendom 2013-2015 All Rights Reserved [highest rank #50 fanfiction] !!WARNING: SLOWLY EDITING!!

His eyes where only ever on her. From the moment he set eyes on her, he was obsessed, fixated on her. Maybe he was intrigued at first by the way she attracted attention just by entering the room, or of how full of confidence she was. His attraction soon grew into obsession. He knew that he wanted to be with her, hold her, care for her, but most of all, love her. idekPayne©