Mikhail Melnik was the top realtor in all of Texas. He loved what he did and excelled in every avenue with his older brother by his side. Matvei Melnik was significantly rough around the edges when compared to his angelic younger brother, but the varying strengths they brought to their Realty and Construction business made it the success it was. Matvei handled the building of the homes, while Mikhail handled the selling. They had a well oiled machine running and for years everything was status quo. The two had work figured out to a tee, but their love lives were in shambles. Mikhail was too much of a lover and gentleman for the women he encountered and Matvei was a hit it and quit type of man. Mikhail wanted more and Matvei took joy in easy and noncommittal flings. They got the shock of their lives when Alyssa Jacobs stormed into their office one afternoon angrier than all get out. Mikhail was enamored the moment their eyes met and he heard her very southern voice. Matvei immediately knew he'd hate her for the feelings she pulled out. Sometimes love doesn't look like how society tells you it should. Sometimes love has its own narrative that is unique, flawed but special nonetheless. However, regardless of how love looks you know it's good when it's hopelessly devoted.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

To save her father, Ceryn reveals she's the only fertile maiden in the kingdom and offers the king an heir. Being only a peasant, her audacious claims set off an unexpected chain of events. *** Ceryn's quiet life shatters when her father is sentenced to death. Desperate to save him, she sneaks into the palace and exposes a secret she planned on taking to the grave: She's the only fertile maiden in the land, capable of bearing the king's heir. With war looming, King Varkon already has enough on his plate. A calculating, level-headed ruler, he knows reckless moves could threaten his throne. Yet something about the peasant girl ignites his blood and makes him risk it all by claiming her. Their bloodlines are oil and water: a powerful king with an ancient ancestry, and a peasant with secrets that could ruin the kingdom. Their union exists only to produce an heir. Romance was never part of the bargain, yet every stolen glance and heated touch forces them to tread a razor's edge of duty and temptation. Their attraction threatens to shatter the kingdom's fragile balance. And with enemies circling and betrayal whispering through every hall, their union could either forge a new dynasty - or doom the realm forever. *** "My entire body tingles with the maddening need to pleasure and protect her. I am a king for Kryndor. But for her? I am a beast. There are no politics, bureaucracy, or rules when it comes to her. Only primal instinct."

⚜Some secrets are better hidden.⚜ ********************************************************** After a lifetime of moving, Imani's parents have promised her this is the last. She would be relieved, but they've moved to no-where USA. A town named Evansville; isolated, boring and population: tiny. In a place so small, her last two years of high should be easy and unremarkable. But as things start and continue to go wrong, Imani soon realizes there's more to Evansville that meets the eye. And it's ugly. When you're trapped in a tiny town, boxed in from all sides and under constant surveillance what do you do? Buckle under the pressure? Or become just as twisted at those around you? ************************************************************* "Yeah, I just love being locked inside all day, not allowed to see my parents and wondering if I will ever get to leave this godforsaken town again. Honestly, what the fuck do I have to be grateful for!" My hands shook with anger. "Put down the gun," he commanded. "If you don't let me go, I'm going to kill you." My grip on the gun trembled, but I tried my best to keep it steady. "I swear, I won't hesitate to shoot you." His voice was chilling. "Are you nervous?" "No, though you should be." "Shoot me then Imani." His eyes were still a calm sea blue. This was all him. "Don't go back on your promise."

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

He stalks her all through out the day and night, she please herself to the thought of him, they both have high end jobs but Believe the other one has no clue that they even existed? So they think, will y/n fall for her stalker, will he bring out her dark Fantasies or will it all coming crumbling down. Read to find out  Y/n grew up never being popular, stayed away from bad things and focused on school but when she got to high school she did pick up one guilty pleasure and that was Carter Romano, the star hockey player who had girls throwing themselves to him, everyone knew him, everyone wanted him, expect he became obsessed with a small quiet girl who kept to herself and stayed away from bad things and that was y/n y/l/n. Wait, what's carters brother have to do with this story?........

Rayna Lewis is new to the city of Chicago; She has no family, she only has one party animal roommate who forces her to go to a club. Little does she know that her trip to the club would change her life forever when she meets the second most fearing man in the underworld and he goes by the name of Zade Missu. Zade Missu is a man feared by many, but when his father reveals a secret ultimatum regarding his new position in the mafia he's stranded to find a wife. He vows never to fall in love with who ever he marries because the marriage will be business based. Those feelings change the moment he Rayna becomes his.

Grant has spent three years trying to prove himself to Ruby Jean but she refuses to allow their relationship to progress to the next level. What happens when Grant takes matters into his own hands and do what Ruby Jean won't? Sequel to The Taming of the Sapphire. Start: December 15, 2019 End: November 11, 2021

Infidelity, ˌinfəˈdelədē, is the action or state of being unfaithful to a moral obligation. Olivia Ludavico Spraying my right hand out to the door, I pushed it open, but I didn't miss a drop of blood that was plastered on the knob. Training my gun up into the room, I surveyed around and my eyes landed to see the man, that was suppose to be my kill with my bullet, with his head titled back and his hands tied to his chair- he looked to be sleeping but the two bullets to his head and chest told me it was an instant kill. Someone had beat me to it. "Damn it." I hissed out, clearly annoyed. I placed my hand on my earpiece turning my body sideways to the door. It hadn't been thirty minutes but my brother needed to know we wasted valuable time with me coming down here. It was apparent he wasn't doing bad business with just my father. My brother didn't respond and I rolled my eyes before my breath quickened after hearing clinking of a glass, and I turned on my heel ready to fight for life or death. I hesitated for the first time in my life. Piercing grey eyes in the dim light to Abram Smirnov's office stared back at me, and not to the gun that could end his life at any moment. He looked to be the man that invited death with open arms, but it was on his time and not when the universe called for him and the way his eyes flickered told me it was for damn sure not going to be from me; not for tonight. His fingers grazed the side of his glass before I watched him tick his forefinger against it. He radiated off power and my finger closed around the trigger but I didn't pull it. If he was going to hurt me; he would've by now. What did he want? Nicholai Corsetti