(Book 1) THIS STORY IS UNEDITED!! I KNOW IT'S NOT PERFECT, AND I KNOW THERE ARE A FEW PLOT HOLES. Amira absolutely loves anything that involves stepping outside of her comfort zone and exploring her sexuality. So when she meets a devilishly handsome man named Rage, she can't help but want to step inside his world and learn everything about him. His mysteriousness drew her in, but will he ever open up and let his guard down? DON'T CLICK ON THIS STORY IF YOU DON'T LIKE WOMEN SUBMITTING TO MEN!!!!! IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH BDSM, I WOULD ADVISE DOING A SIMPLE GOOGLE SEARCH BEFORE READING. ⚠️ Read at your own discretion. This book is MATURE, and it's rated 18+ for crude language, intense/EXTREME BDSM scenarios, descriptive sex scenes, some violence, BLOOD, and taboo topics ⚠️ Copyright ©️ 2022 JLB_18

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

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Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?

Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."