everyone loves down bad rich whiteboys. ___________________________________ FIRST BOOK IN NEEDED ME SERIES, CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE

Why choose, when both could be the love of your life? Imagine every well loved love triangle From the Edward Cullens and Jacob's, down to the Salvatore's; where it's almost too agonizing picking who you should root for in the end. This book shows a love triangle that develops into so much more. Growth. Loss. An unexpected relationship. With yearning so deep, you can feel it through the pages. 𝐌𝐱𝐅𝐱𝐌

"Why are you doing this?!!! what do you want from me! I've done nothing wrong. I just want to go home!" I screamed. He stared at me with his cold eyes and started laughing. I felt angry, he was mocking me. "you're so clueless, someone wants you gone. by gone I mean dead. they hired me to make that happened. so I suggest you shut up, you are giving me a headache." this couldn't be happening to me. I was the Governor wife, he will find me. there will be a search party for me! right!? they will find me. "they'll find me. they will come looking for me." I said he turned looked at me again and I saw something flicker in his eyes. " if they look for you that is," he said and walked away. leaving me in the darkness. - Rated & Rankings: #1 Interracialcouples by Wattpad #332 Kidnapped stories out of 3.8k stories #45 Abducted stories out of 449 stories #499 BWWM our of 3.9k Stories #246 Happiness 246/6K :) thank you Dolls! Let's make it go higher!!!

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.

"Kaden what abou- "Nah rae'quan ion give a fuck what nobody got to say when it and comes to me and u." - Kaden and Rae have been in the same friend group since growing up, they never really talked to eachother other than if it was about work, what happens when they start to get to know one another more and they start wanting to know more about each other more than they let on ?

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

╰┈➤ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆. ── Twenty-eight-year-old 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 has wished for one thing in her life. More. As a reclusive author who dedicates all her time to the books she publishes, Detta feels something is missing. Writing was supposed to be an escape. A way for her to leave the bland life she was living. Detta never meant to be a part of it. After falling asleep on an open document, Detta finds herself in a world so foreign, yet so familiar. It's the very same world that she created. Though, unfortunately for Detta, the novel is no breezy summer romance. There, a ruthless tyrant is raiding the lands in search of his fated bond. With the author's unexpected appearance, he believes that it is her. His revelation derails the novel's plot, and it's up to Detta to make sure that it gets back on the right track. This tyrant has no idea that he is meant to die. Or so the story goes.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

"I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would bleed to death for her if she told me to. I would bleed red. I would bleed any color she wanted me to for her."