(CAPTURED SERIES #3) "Don't you for a second believe that we are ever letting you go, sweetheart". He muttered against her ear, his husky voice sending jolt through her body. His tongue suddenly flicked out to lick her ear lobe. She didn't even understand why was this happening to her. "You are stuck between us, Vanessa." another voice muttered out as he trailed his lips down her chest, his breath fanning against the skin between valley of her breasts. She whimpered feeling scared of them. "You are ours, love." the third voice made it's way to her ear. The last brother's lips teasing the nape of her neck and he suddenly bite the sensitive skin there making tears fell out of her doe eyes. "P-P-P-Please l-l-l-let me g-go." Vanessa pleaded to them making the trio smirked at her stuttering self. "Say this without stuttering and then we will consider your request." one of them said to her and the trio laughed at her aloud. *** Joaquin, Emiliano and Alejandro Fernandez are the triplet brothers. Their aura screams danger and power. They always have the upper hand and no one dares to cross them. They never had a mother figure in their life but a bastard father names Teal, who was killed at the name of peace treaty by Russian mafia boss Miakhail Igor Gorbachev years ago. Now they only had their lovely sister with them but she was also taken away by Liam ovich Gorbachev and the Spanish trio brothers are furious would be an understatement. Vanessa Lynn Gorbachev, daughter of Rooh and Mikhail Igor Gorbachev and the only sister of Liam, is an innocent little girl. She was as innocuous as the child because she was never been out in the cruel world. She was homeschooled because of her stuttering problem. She was untainted by the reality of the cruel world and has the heart of an angel. But what will happen when this innocuous angel will be captured by the three devils? Will she be able to survive in their darkness or lighten up their lives?

I should not have gone out, I should not have listened to my stupid friends, and I shouldn't have gotten so drunk. I made a mistake and paid the price. If I would've done certain things differently, I'd have never met that awful excuse of a man, the one who completely ruined my life. Alexander Marcellus. ---- Warning ⚠️: This story contains triggers like sexual and physical assault, strong usage of language, toxicity, abuse and many more themes which is not meant for younger audiences. Readers discretion advised. (18+)

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

Sequel: It would be to your benefit to read the first book before this. "Ashton?" My whisper seemed to travel all the way to them because Ashton and Josh both turn to look my way. I hear him shout my name and a couple seconds later I'm being pulled into a chest. "Evie." Ashton says almost breathlessly, as if he's in shock from seeing me. "Let go of me." I spit out, trying to keep the anger in front of the hurt. "I can't." He whispers. "Well you need to. I thought I made it clear last time, we are done." I say heatedly, anger and hurt crashing through me. Ashton closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry," he whispers, "but I have to." Panic flirts through me, "Have to what?" Ashton leans down and puts his lips against my neck and starts kissing softly. Heat floods through me and chases away any panic, anger or hurt. I feel my body lean into his embrace and can't help but feel like I should never move from his arms. "I'm sorry." Ashton whispers against my neck. Before I can say anything, I feel his teeth against my neck.