ON HIATUS HIGHEST RANKING #1 in steamy HIGHEST RANKING #1 in Strong-heroine HIGHEST RANKING #2 in pet HIGHEST RANKING #1 in creative-writing HIGHEST RANKING #1 in women's fiction HIGHEST RANKING #5 in non-fiction HIGHEST RANKING #1 in BWWM HIGHEST RANKING #2 in strong-female-character HIGHEST RANKING #1 in teenage-fiction Lutina Wynter, a black veterinarian was visited one day by a strange woman who claimed she wanted her pet to be put down. Not having the heart to put a misunderstood animal down; the veterinarian offered the pet can stay at theirs. But only if she knew he wasn't a real animal.. or maybe he was? Clayton carried Lutina to the table, laying her on it as his face landed between her thighs, licking her dark folds before he decided to play her clit by swiping his tongue on it, making sure to press one finger at her entrance, slipping it in as he found a fast rhythm he could keep up with. At that moment, only Lutina's moaning could be heard, becoming higher as she rode her high off. She squirmed around, feeling very sensitive and Clayton was still continuing. Lutina had to push his face out of her, making the marked man glare at her. "I-I just came," Lutina announced, her voice shaky, feeling her body was highly sensitive as it wasn't long ago she had came. "And I can assure you, I can do that a second and a third time," Clayton said, clashing his lips on Lutina who greedily accepted. She moaned, tasting herself in Clayton's mouth. The marked man grabbed her roughly by the hair, making her turn on her stomach. "But," Clayton teased her. "I'm not done," he said before deciding to thrust roughly into Lutina, who grabbed the table for support.

A story in which A gang leader engaged to a woman from a very powerful family , confesses to loving another to get out of their marriage. When a beautiful girl trespasses on his territory, he makes a deal with her for her life. However, things get complicated when he has to introduce said woman to the family. Can this young ditzy girl, prove herself capable of being the new Queen of Spades or will she crumble and fall?

Makayla Summers has thick skin. She's got to have one to make it as not only a cut-throat criminal defense lawyer but a black, female, cut-throat criminal defense lawyer. Being good at her job doesn't exactly invite a lot of friends into her life, especially not of the cop variety. Which has been perfectly fine with her until she starts getting targeted. With most of the city's PD smug in concluding that she's getting exactly what she deserves, there's only one person she can rely on- Lieutenant Mateo Rojas. Mateo's everything she tries to avoid- sexy, confident and law enforcement. She has little say on the matter though since what starts out as petty vandalism is slowly escalating and the unshakable mountain that is Makayla starts to tremble. Mateo needs to work fast if he's to catch her tormentor before things get blown to all hell. [This is an interracial romance with depictions of BDSM, violence and sexual assault. Please read responsibly.]

Her past was a bit of a mystery. A close kept secret that she wouldn't dare utter to anyone. The chance of being vulnerable, to forcing her to actually trust another individual frightened her. Incredibly shy, but a silent warrior who came through with scars and all. She was sure to live the rest of her days alone, only to be captivated by him. Who is he? Can she trust him? Did she want to trust him? Only time could tell.

This is my first time writing. If you would like me to write more, make sure to let me know by commenting, hitting the star, following, and starting conversations with me! I tried to close my legs. "Wait! Stop! I'm still too sensitive." He slapped my pussy. "What's my name?" If it was possible, I got even more wet. "Sir, it's sir." As I tried to close my legs, his large, veiny hands forced them open. "You fucking slut. Next time address me correctly. Whores don't get pleasure. As for this pathetic pussy, I do what I want with it. You're all mine." --------------------------------------- Reviews: "I love it I love it I love it I love it!!" "The main character is sexy af" "I'm fucking bouncing off the walls! I can't wait for more!" "I loved it!"

"Damien" I moaned, my whole world was spinning and I could feel a strong pulse in my crotch and wetness growing. He continued to lap at my neck, leaving his marks before pausing suddenly as if there was something else on my neck that shouldn't be there. "Nami" He sighed voice breathy "I can't do this" he left me on the bed desperate and needy + + A tribal woman forced to flee her island is found passed out on the shore by a handsome demon...who is uncomfortable with women. what will happen when a woman who knows nothing of the modern world is crossed with a man knowledgeable in money-making but not on female emotions. Betrayal, jealousy and unexpected surprises, will these two be able to overcome these obstacles and find love? . . . This is my first serious wattpad and trust me I am doing the most to make this plot as good af The story is mine, the plot is mine, the characters are mine, this is like the first time everything here is mine, please don't steal without permission ty ok um the cover photo isnt mine...

Lorah Matthews had nothing going on in her life ever since her father went on a killing spree and murdered five strangers. She graduated two years early with a degree in computer sciences, but no one wanted to hire her because of her father's deeds, but Avon Cosmetics. Unfortunately, the clients that they gave her were always unhuman and unmanageable. King Achilles Morda, the Demon on the Hill, was her new client with more darkness than Lorah could ever imagine. What would a Demon with an aversion to the light want with so much sunscreen? Who had wronged this creature? Lorah's misgivings about her new client changes when she discovers he has the power of magic and the power to set right what her father had done. His price for such an endeavor would only cost her a lifetime on the Hill.

I stood frozen by the wall. That just fucking happened, what the fuck. My eyes stayed glued to the floor as my brain went into overdrive, the sound of glass clinking broke my trance. I flicked my eyes in the direction of the sound, catching Matteo's gaze, my breath hitched. Rolling my bottom lip into my mouth I studied him. He sat leaned back in his chair, legs spread with a faint smirk tainting his lips, swirling the brown liquor in the glass. Breaking eye contact his eyes shamelessly scanned over my body, taking a long sip from the glass. Looking back into my eyes he tilted his head to the side and smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile. No, no he wanted something. Shifting my weight onto my other foot I took a deep shaky breath trying to calm myself. He crooked his finger, "C'mere principessa." Widening my eyes I shook my head, breaking eye contact once more I stared at the floor. He let out a dark laugh, upon hearing that I looked up quickly. Matteo had set down his glass and was staring at me harshly. Wiping the corner of his lip with his thumb he smirked. "principessa, l'ultima volta controllato, non stavo cazzo chiedendo" He spoke lowly. (Princess, last I checked, I was not fucking asking.) Feeling my stomach drop, with my head down, I meekly shuffled in his direction. Stopping when his shoes were in sight, I shuddered when his large hand wrapped around my wrist. Looking up at him he smirked, I rolled my eyes and looked the other way. Suddenly I was on his lap, back against his chest, with his hand around my throat. "Why do you insist on being so disobedient, hmm?" He asked Clenching my thighs together I shrugged blinking rapidly. Yanking my hair back, Matteo's nose grazed my neck, I let out a whimper. With that he gave my neck a tight squeeze "I. Want. Words. Eris." He chuckled lowly

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

Lafayette "Fate" Robinson is a rejected guide just trying to live out her exile in quiet solitude. She's got everything she could ever want: a house, a dog, and miles of land all to herself. All she has to do is wait until she's out of her prime, and then she'll never have to worry about rogue sentinels again. Her carefully laid plans come tumbling down when she wakes up one chilly morning in a bond to one of the world's most powerful alpha sentinels, Jack Hammond . With the eyes of the world upon them, they agree to a one-year commitment. Can he convince her that life is better with a sentinel by her side? Or will Fate follow a different path? A Sentinel and Guide story