[COMPLETED] "One night." I whisper breathlessly as he begins to unbutton my blouse. "That's not going to be enough for me, baby. I need you longer than just one fucking night." He grunts. "Now let me please you." He says while taking his shirt off. Oh. ••• Twenty six year old Leona Goodwin is a stubborn, successful businesswoman, she has no time for men. That is until a hot businessman named Dario, 13 years her senior, lays eyes on her at a business party. Will she give into their instant connection or will her stubbornness push him away? #27 in romance / April 2021 #1 in bwwm / April 2021

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I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

(Completed) Mature content warning ------------------------------------------ "Take off your clothes." "W-what?" I pry my eyes away from his lips to meet his bright blue ones. "I am going to strip down to my boxers. By the time that happens if you are still wearing any clothes I will rip them to shreds, do you understand?" --------------------------- Jeremy and Samantha always seem to find themselves themselves slipping away from each other so very often. As faith would have it they always find there way back to each other no matter what. #19 in bwwm 07/30/21 🥺🥺 #32 in black woman 💛 #2 in white 08/20/21 😳 #1 in situations 11/26/21 #1 in Toxic 1/27/22 #1 in Mess 11/19/22

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

Marco pulled a black iPhone from his pocket and clicked play. ❝𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟵𝟭𝟭. 𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗕𝗜 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗼, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.❞ I could recognize my own voice in the recording. I had said it previously that day, but how did he get it? ❝𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗮?❞ I stared blankly at him, my mind riddled with the countless amount of possibilities. Perhaps it meant that I was dead. I'd wake up with my feet in cement and have only a moment to breathe before I was thrown into the water. Maybe he'd just strangle me and cremate my body to rid of evidence. When no answer came from me he pulled out what appeared to be a remote and spoke again. ❝𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲, 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮.❞ He clicked a button and instantly I could feel the vibrations pulsing between my legs. {𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭} Part One of the Burn Series.

"Turn around, Adelaine." Heart hammering in my chest, I didn't budge. "I said turn around, Adelaine." His voice, a grave, resonant command had me obeying completely this time without a second thought. My mind screamed to bolt out, to ubpush him away or slap him. But none of the three was going to happen, because I couldn't flee, and neither could I fight him. Closing the curtains behind him, he dropped his suit jacket on the floor. His hands came down to my shoulders, and very carefully, he started to lower down my crossed arms down to my sides. Slowly, he leaned in, and I had to tilt my head back to look at him. "This has to stop," Mikhail whispered. "I refuse to suffer another morning wood, Adelaine, not anymore. These...endless fantasies of you have to stop." He caressed my shoulders and his breath fanned warm on my neck.       "Get dressed. I'm taking you to my house tonight." (adult content: sex, mafia, substance-abuse related chaps® mature readers only)