"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye. "Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better." (This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community. *Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

For five years the world has thought that The Reaper has been dead and the love of his life has dropped off the face of the Earth. Little do they know that that night on the bridge didn't go as they may have thought. The Reaper didn't take his own life and Catalina didn't leave alone. Ryder Clark, his wife and two children live happily away from civilization. They seem to have the perfect life, but when Catalina's mother finds out the truth all hell breaks loose for the perfect little family. The veil they'd been hiding behind drops and The Reaper's Ghost comes for those that threaten what's his.

Sequel to 'Falling For An Inmate' Prison Diaries: Book 2 (ongoing) An ex-convict ventures into the world to search for the woman who slipped through his fingers, for the woman who set him free. He goes looking for trouble, and boy does he find it. ***** After spending four long years in prison for a crime he didn't commit, Carter Reynolds is finally exonerated. The twenty-five year sentence he was given commuted solely because of one woman. The woman who just so happened to break the first rule of working at a prison; she fell for an inmate. And then, a secret made her leave, never to return. A secret that would bring Carter to his knees. She was trouble. And he was going to go looking for her. And you know what they say about those who go looking for trouble? They always find it. But will all the trouble be worth it? ***** Disclaimer** Reader discretion advised. - Mature content Story contains explicit language, sexual content, and physical and sexual violence.

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

Sabrina Welsh was just a simple waitress when Liam Collins walked into her life. He wanted her but she was too cautious to let him have her. So he gave a offer she would be too foolish to turn down. Be his paid girlfriend. "God you're so fucking sexy," he'd breathed, his face moving closer to mine. "Go out with me," he groaned. I gasped before nodding. His scent was so intoxicating. His eyes so hypnotizing... "Kiss me," he growled, his eyes suddenly dark and wild with...with lust.

Now committed to each other, Jason and Katie must navigate their unique relationship of Jason being the most wanted criminal. Still needing to work, Jason continues how life of crime, but Katie struggles being a witness to it all. Will Jason be able to manage his dangerous lifestyle and being with Katie? Will Katie be able to live the gang life?

"What's your name?" He tries again. Should I tell him so he can shut up? Or will he just keep talking. "Fine. Don't tell me. But personally I think we are going to be great friends. Maybe I should tell you a bit about myself so you can trust me. Stranger danger and all that. That's why you're not talking to me right?" I don't respond. "So here it goes. My name is Alexander Daniel Woods. I have amazing black hair and piercing green eyes as told to me by various ladies. My major is in marketing. My blood type is O positive, my social security number is 45-" "Oh my god, do you ever shut up?" I finally break. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sometimes when you least expect it, you find the one person you never knew you needed. Even if they annoy you at first. When senior college student Amelia gets paired with Alex for an English assignment, she thinks she'll never survive class with his overly cocky attitude. Little do they know, both will be leaning on each other when their respective pasts come back to haunt them. ______________________________________ Notes: Completed *Highest rank : #8 in Chicklit *Featured on on Chicklits "What's hot" list *Cover made by @Silver-masked-devil

*cover created by hotsforhoran* Ryder Tony Prince has been known as The Love Expert ever since he was three years old and decided to give his father some advice at love. Not to mention Ryder is the son of Grayson and Poppy Prince, also known as the power couple. When someone needs love advice, they go to Ryder. Ryder has been pressured to be the perfect boy because of his perfect parents. But what happens when the pressure starts getting the best of him? Easy. He turns to his one true love: Dance. Not only is Ryder a love expert, but he is also one of the best dancers in the state. Well, until a new girl shows up. Now, Ryder has to fight to keep his status as best dancer, but it's kind of hard when he can't get the new girl out of his mind. Now, he has to deal with being in his parents' shadow, handing out love advice, staying the top dancer, and, of course, be an example to his four younger siblings. What could possibly go wrong?

#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.