Alex Mikhailov thought last night was supposed to be simple. A drink, an interview, maybe a few sharp words exchanged with Roman Carter, the arrogant, untouchable boxer he was assigned to write about. But instead- Warm breath ghosted over his ear, followed by a low, husky voice. "There's still condoms," Roe murmured, his fingers trailing lower, teasing. Slow. Purposeful. "How about another round?" Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his body already betraying him, heat pooling in his core. His mind scrambled for a distraction. Something. Anything. "Don't you have a match today-" His voice hitched, breaking into a soft moan as Roe's pace quickened, his lips tracing the curve of Alex's jaw, his cheek, his neck. More kisses. More heat. Alex's fingers curled into a fist, a shaky gasp slipping past his lips. "Yo... slow down-" But Roe didn't. Alex's breath hitched-then broke into a loud, helpless cry. His fingers trembled on the desk, his entire body shuddering as heat crashed over him in waves, leaving him trembling and weak. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths, his mind drowning in the overwhelming sensation. The man behind him chuckled, low and satisfied. His teeth grazed the shell of Alex's ear before he bit down-not hard, but just enough to make him shudder. "That's right," Roe murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Scream for me." ... A journalist set out to interview a boxer-but instead, he woke up tangled in his sheets. But what if there was something more beneath this blazing romance? something deeper, something neither of them was ready to face? ... WARNING⚠️ -Mentions of murder, drugs, and illegal activities. -Intense sexual content IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Best rankings : #2 in #bl #12 in #sexscenes #2 in #gayaf #6 in #eroticromance #3 in #gayromance

Imagine marrying a mob boss in order to clear your loving father's debt to the mafia...

{MxMxMxM} "I'm everything I can't be, and I hate it. But I can't do anything about the situation I'm in, so I'll have to deal with it. " .... Tycho Black was struggling with a few things in his life with no one to save him but himself. He didn't really care though, considering it was easy to block out unwanted things. Whether it was thoughts, physical or emotional pain, or anything else- at the end of the day none of it mattered to him. He didn't care that he could possibly feel some sick attraction to men, even though he had never felt attraction before. He didn't care about going home and being met with nothing but fear. And he certainly didn't care about Alexei Abbots or the other older and mysterious men Alexei was associated with. Alexei in particular, though, was just a little weasel that wouldn't leave his mind. He thought he could block him out like every other person, like every other male that made him think in such a bad way. But somehow, for the first time, he couldn't force himself to forget the expression on the boy's face when his fist collided roughly with his jaw. ~ Alexei Abbots was happy. Really, really happy. He was open, free, and accepted by the two best women he had ever met who completely turned his life around. Not only was he welcomed with open arms by his two mothers, but he was also met with the arms of two men he had a mutual fondness for: Riley Worthright and Xavier Mendoza. He was on top of the world, and his not-so-gentle past wouldn't change that. Neither would Tycho Black, the aggressive bully on campus who seemed to get off on being a homophobic a-hole.

[Complete] A mxmxm, mobster threesome story: I have been pretending that I didn't know. I've been pretending that I believed his lie that he was just a simple businessman. But I knew the truth. I knew the truth because we have been friends for ten years now, and these things, you just don't overlook. I've known my best friend since we were fifteen. We've lived together since we were sixteen. It's hard not to see the changes in someone when you see them every day, every night. But he seems to believe that he's had me fooled. But that's alright. I had my own secret too. I was in love with my mobster best friend. A/N: This is a story of a romance between three men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #1 in malexmale #1 in gay #1 in threesome #2 in hurt #9 in comfort

【INCLUDES MATURE SCENES, READ AT OWN RISK】 Leandor's life is quite literally turned upside down when a mysterious inhuman man decides Leandor will make the perfect pet. He could try to fight his captor of course but every time he thinks to do so, he wonders to himself, what does he really have to go back to?

> "You talk too much, Niko." "Tie me up, then. Shut me up with your mouth." Niko knows he's hot - cocky smirk, inked skin, always in control. He's used to being chased, used, and worshipped. Until Lance. Lance is the last person you'd expect to ruin a bad boy. Top grades. Cold eyes. Always watching, always quiet. But underneath those soft sweaters is someone dark, dangerous, and dominant as hell. And Niko can't stop pushing. He wants to be punished. Wants to be broken. Wants Lance to finally lose that calm and grab him by the throat. > "You like acting tough, but I see it, Niko. You want to be told when to kneel." "Then fucking tell me Lance. I'll kneel. Just don't stop. Please I beg you." One insult turned into obsession. One power play turned into Niko begging for more. Now they're toeing the line between hate, lust, and something that sounds dangerously close to love. He wanted control. He got Lance.

•BL• RATED 18• THAT MAN TRILOGY 1• ─────────── ·  ·  ·  · ✦ "He's a possessive man that doesn't like sharing anything or anyone that he owns. Expect the worse of the worse when it comes to his domineering attitude." ─────────── ·  ·  ·  · ✦ [ Photo that has been used in the media isn't mine. Credit to the rightfully and respected owner.] R18+ ©UniquelyFerocious ©All rights reserved.

❝Morrison is my archenemy and he only dies with my hands wrapped around his neck...❞ Carl John Morrison has never met any man who surpasses Aiden Black. He's a stuck-up prick. Easy on the eye. A lethal weapon. And Carl has a weakness for him. A tragic encounter between the two makes Carl want to throw his morals and values away. Want things he never wanted, do things he never dreamt of. The fiery sexual attraction is out of the norm and ridiculously undeniable. The catch-22: Aiden is hell bend on seeking revenge and ending Carl's life in ways more than one. Vengeance has never been this wild! ©2021 Damien Silver

"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐨-𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭," 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦'𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐲, 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. "𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐭," 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞"

"Why are you staring at me like that?" "Like what?" "Like you want to tear off my clothes." "And what if I do?" ~~~ Kingsley didn't believe in love. All he wanted was a single night with his incredibly hot boss, Lorenzo, that he had spent a year lusting over. When Lorenzo starts reciprocating Kingsley's advances, the man believes his fantasy will finally come true. But the corporate world isn't forgiving, and there are many roadblocks on the way. Read how their lives get complicated as things start getting steamy. ~~~ [mxm] [marked mature for sexual content]