[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.

"Let them go, Dante." I whip my head to see a small boy standing the clearing with blonde hair and a green cloak hanging from shoulders. He isn't very tall however he holds his stance well. He doesn't seem to be more than Cassandra's age. Maybe 12 at most. I abruptly turn my head back hearing the man holding a sword to my throat chuckling with a sinister grin. "Oh, poor boy, what are you go to do about it?" The yellow teeth gleam as he begins stalking towards the boy who does not look the least bit fazed. I look around at the other men who are following the leader. I pull Cassandra tighter to my back as I take small steps back. I keep my eye trained on the men but also fear for the naive boy. "Do you really want to test me Dante?" He asks raising a single eyebrow. For a minute the men stop their movements. I see their hesitation for fear... Fear of what? I take the moment to stick Cassandra behind a nearby tree. She crouches down while I pull my sword out from its place. "How do you know my name?" The scoundrel raises his sword challenging towards the boy before taking a final step towards him. Then the unexpected happens. The young boy chuckles so darkly. It sounded almost... demonic. All the men instinctively raise their swords. "Oh Dante, I didn't know your name... but you know someone dear to me." "Spit it out boy!" The once grinning man is now looking around frantically. I continue my eyes scanning the small boy. He looks directly me and gives me a small nod before saying one word that caused all hell to breaks loose. "Artemis." Artemis is not an ordinary girl. She grew up in the wilderness after being shunned due to unique abilities and her different physical attributes. Blessed with an ability that scared others, she roams the wild with only her guarded one. That is until she stumbles into a situation that brings her in front of a prince.

Ethan Salvay drives expensive cars and lives life like a king. No one thought that this billionaire was going to fall in love. But...always expect life to take unexpected turns... Dana Johnson is a hard worker. She is smart, witty and knows just how to put guys like Ethan Salvay in their place. The day their paths crossed, their fates intertwined...without them even realizing it. But both have damaged pasts...will that get in the way of this couple's happily ever after?

[Warning: PG-18] The healing process after a break up shouldn't be this difficult. Soccer player Annabelle Hart gave up on relationships after her quarterback boyfriend Jacob cheated on her. She thought she had pushed him out of her life, until Jacob kept taunting her. Everything escalated from there. Anna's best friend Logan is the rising star of the football team. After getting fed up with the bullying, she asks Logan to be her fake boyfriend to prove to Jacob she can do better, and hopefully make him regret his actions. But she finds out she only put herself into a more complicated situation. Logan Helson doesn't have it easy. Life plays a cruel trick on him when his best friend--who doubles as a crush--asks him to be her boyfriend...a fake boyfriend. So close yet so far, he tries to win win her over. But with every step step he takes, she takes two back--hiding her heart further and further away. As well as that, he's got his own demons to battle. Suffering with depression, his life seems to be spiraling out of control... and everything he's worked for is on the line. Will Logan get Anna to accept that she's his and defeat his mental illness? And will Anna, desperate to avoid more heartbreak, pull off her plan without a hitch? Or will she makes things worse--ruining a friendship and aggravating Jacob. (Thanks to @TAngel96 and @-Lifesaver- for creative summary)

[Not completed] [Kane's book] They call him mute. His world is filled by voices that maddens him. He is cold, calculating and obsessive. He is fascinated by death and has one goal - revenge. Cold, bloody and slow. Until a little pixie ran into him. One look at the innocent little thing, he knows she's his. His demons go berserk at the the thought of other men who even dare to look at his angel. He is going to have her even if he have to take her. Maya though that her life was right where she wanted and had everything under control. Until she met the most terrifying yet devastatingly beautiful creature in the form of Kane Dohner. He makes her feel cherished by the way he couldn't stop staring at like like he couldn't believe she's real. She shouldn't feel insanely drawn to the mute when she had already staked a claim on her neighbour who helped her move in her Christmas Tree on May 14th. But when their past finally catches up and collide unexpectedly, putting Maya in danger, Kane knows it's finally time to hunt. [Inspired by HunterxHunter's KomugixMeruem] Warning: Pg18. If you don't like OTT Possessive hero, this is not the book for you. Also contains disturbing scenes that may offend you.

Circe Dillon Lux is a genius. A pure, unadulterated brainiac who has no interest in her parents or anyone knowing that she can easily solve university level equations or out think her physics teacher at school. But being adopted, Circe knows firsthand the pain of not being accepted or ever really belonging. With no siblings and wealthy parents, Circe is expected to be the best- be another badge on her parent's never ending list of achievements. But Circe has something else in mind. Not wanting to conform or become what her parents dream for her to be, she fails every test at he school, actively failing even though she knows she's the best. On the other hand,Barnabas Dumas is perfect. Good looking, athletic, academically amazing and a knack with ladies- he knows he's the Trophy Son and doesn't give a shit. But when he misses a test that guarantees him entrance to a top scale internship, he has to tutor the daughter of the business tycoon- Circe Dillon Lux. Knowing and believing every rumour about the apparently idiotic and lazy girl, he dreads the prospects of teaching such a dunce. Circe doesn't need him- but he needs her. And Circe was never one to care.

"I keep my promises," he said intensely. "Especially promises I make to beautiful girls." I rolled my eyes. "Don't. Don't say that." "What? Don't call you beautiful?" Leo tested in amusement. "I have never heard a girl ask not to be called beautiful." "I don't want to be told lies," I hissed under my breath. "I've had enough of those in my life." Leo was silent for a while, following me into my apartment. "What have they done to you, princess?" The way he was walking toward me was almost predator-like. And I was his prey.

MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.