❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

A love story

"Clyde." I breathe staring at the tall dark haired boy. "Love." He responds making my heart flutter the way it always does. His tatted hands holds the sides of my waist. My skin heats missing his touch. His lips kiss mine, he bends down and pushes his tongue for dominance. He swallows my moan as my hands find themselves into his thick hair. His hands grip my ass. "Don't ever piss me off again." He groans against my neck before lashing his mouth around my sweet spot. I almost trip walking backwards into my dorm. Glad Daliyah isn't here. His arm wraps around my waist keeping me steady. He wraps his hand around my throat tightly. Maybe I shouldn't have said all those words. It made him jealous but he always irritates me. I just want him to feel how I do. "I'm going to fuck you like I don't love you princess." The words do something to me. I feel my legs weak as he kisses down my neck before pushing my top down and taking my breasts into his wet warm mouth. I close my eyes moaning as he bites and licks on my nipples softly. "Did I tell you to make noise?" He asks and I shake my head no shutting up. He lets go of my throat and uses his one hand to unbuckle his belt. "Just use your safe word okay?" "Your not getting out this room this week." He kisses my forehead. My entire life flashing before my eyes as he pushes me onto the bed. Bending me over so my ass is in the air for him. My hands gripping the sheets as he make me count every leather slap hitting my skin. A transfer comes in the middle of the first semester ends up flipping her school experience around. A love story based off passion and lust. Yet only to turn into happiness and love. Will she be able to forgive his past to be with him in the future? Will he take the chance to change and pick her through thick and thin?

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲." "He was danger in disguise. She was the spark he never saw coming. When shy, artistic transfer student Aera Valencia steps into Crestwood High, the last thing she expects is to catch the attention of the school's cruelest heartbreaker-Damian Ashbourne. He's rich, reckless, and rules the hallways with a smirk that hides scars no one dares to touch. From day one, she becomes his new favorite game taunted, cornered, and claimed in ways that blur the line between hate and obsession. But as secrets unravel and masks start to slip, Aera realizes there's more to Damian than just venom in his words and fire in his eyes. He wants her. He'll break the world to keep her. And he might just destroy her before she even understands what it means to be his. In a school full of lies, power, and darkness... love might be the most dangerous game of all." "What happens when the one person you should hate... is the only one who sees you? Can love bloom in the shadows of obsession and pain? And when secrets explode and loyalty is tested... will they survive each other, or burn trying?"

Damian Montague a powerful CEO who thrives on control, his world dominated by business and his own rigid rules. He doesn't understand sports and certainly doesn't care about the cheerleaders who bring energy to the games. That is, until he meets Kylie Castellan-a fiery 20-year-old Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and finance college student whose undeniable charisma turns his world upside down. There's one thing Damian can't seem to shake: he wants her. Not just for her beauty or her vibrant energy, but because he craves control over her-a desire to make her dance only for him, to claim her and her attention in a way no one else can. She belongs on the field, dazzling a crowd, but all he can think about is taking her out of that spotlight and making her his. His to command. His to protect. His to break and rebuild, until the only thing she lives for is him.

A composition of erotic stories for my black women. Read the introduction

[Formerly titled Billion's Bride] [STATUS - EDITING] "I want a church wedding." "You want a church wedding?" He seethed. "Are you also open to consummating this holy matrimony?" Her eyes shot up to meet his. Her heartbeat could be heard in the quiet room after the true meaning of what he was asking, settled in. "Believe me, Em, if I take you to that altar, it will be to honor every last vow I take." His eyes travelled briefly to the erratic rise and fall of her chest. "Now tell me, Em..." fixing his gaze back on hers, he asked, his voice low, "Are you willing to share my bed?"

He kisses the corner of my lips one final time before pulling away, forcing my eyes to fly wide in irritation as I see the wicked yet beautiful smirk on his lips. "You can't tease me like that and not continue what you were about to start." I say boldly as I study his face as the light shines brilliantly above us like a casting spell, as though it recognises that this is a magical time between us. He teases, "And what was I about to start, Mila?" I can see what he wants in his hazel eyes, as they have a cast of lust in them, and I'm sure he can see it in mine. He is well aware of what he is doing to me and my body, as well as my want and need for more. . . . 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 She's lived her whole life trapped behind a wall of insecurities. She doesn't remember what it's like to be loved by a family. She's as innocent, naive, caring, smart and beautiful as someone can be. Her only fear being life. She's never known what it's like to be attracted to someone. Something that made her question her sexual identity multiple times. Wondering why she doesn't feel anything for any female or male. That is until she meets them. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧. #1 - men #1 - rough #10 - bi-sexual #11 - mature #40 - reverseharem #52 - innocent #158 - mafia Started - 01 May 2022 Finished- 02 September 2022 Cover idea & pins - @eroticdesires

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."