"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

BLYTHE. (noun) Happiness, cheerfulness. Someone who's joyful. Zoe doesn't remember the exact date she got ill. All she knows is that once she was fine and then she wasn't. Unable to find a way to cure her depression, at the tender age of eighteen, she decides to end her life once and for all only to be found by a mysterious man and saved. The same man disappears the next morning. Now she's 24, almost a graduated, suicidal psychology student and even more eager to bid her last goodbyes. But what if life isn't done playing with her just yet, and the man she'd obsessed over and hated for the last six years of her life reappears? Will her plans of leaving for good change? Sold as a sex slave at a young age, Sawyer finally finds himself free, saved by an unknown man who offers him a new identity, family and life, only to have them all snatched away by the monsters of the past. He finds himself once again in the sex industry he grew up in and loathed for the sake of revenge. What can two young people who have lost everything and have nothing on this earth do but fight to survive till they see the empire that fucked them up burned into ashes? WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Cover by @__AK__WRITES

This used to be 'Rated R' stuff but it kept being flagged and taken down (even though I think it's within the guidelines). But to comply with Wattpad and allow my readers to still read and access the content, I've put up the 'censored' versions on here, and the full unedited versions on my Inkitt page (same profile name). Because these chapters have plot lines and hopefully 'real' characters I think they can be read alone as they are without the 'good' stuff. This book is now 'finished' and I'm not going be adding any more chapters to it. The second book is up on my profile. Any news about these books will still be posted on here first before Inkitt. Hopefully you guys understand why I've had to do this. Thanks!

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

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"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

Debra doesn't need anyone to tell her that going from one relationship straight into another is never a good idea. Despite knowing this, she finds herself staring at a certain Marine with the body of a demigod and all covered in tattoos. Retired Marine, Trystan Debney, has seen and experienced his fair share of the bad and ugly. His physical and emotional scars are a testament to that. Even with the great support from his family and an inspiring new career, he feels unfulfilled. That is until he meets Debra Ames. She is everything he ever wanted in a woman, except for the fact that she wants nothing to do with him or relationships in general. She wants to learn how to be single and he wants a wife. Furthermore, she refuses to give him more than her body, not knowing that is all he needs to get to her heart. And once he has her heart, there's nothing he wouldn't do to keep her safe and far away from his enemies. [COMPLETED] [Mature] Featured on @WattpadMilitaryFiction Highest rank: #1 in MarineCorps 👨🏽‍✈️ #1 in BWWM 🍫 #1 in Friendship 👭 #1 in Chicklit 👩🏽‍🏫 #1 in POC ✊🏽 #1 in PTSD 😵 #1 in War 💣 #1 in Army ⚠️ #2 in Interracial 🖤 #6 in Romance 🌹 #9 in NewAdult 🤩 "Seriously this book is one of my favorites book I have read here on wattpad!!! I love this book and the characters! And well... the smut!!! 🥵🥵 I really hope we continue having bonus chapters!! 💗💗 thank u for the amazing book" @mariepedrero Add this book to your library and click the follow button to get notifications on bonus chapters as they are added. Copyright © 2019 Lady Altagracia. All rights reserved.

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...