❝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

"And it doesn't matter how much time passed or how much time will pass-it's him. It always has been him and it always will be him...I just don't know how to tell him," When it's more than a like, and they're more than a friend. When they know you better than you know yourself and just the thought of them is all you need to put a smile on your face-telling your best friend you're in love with them should be simple. Right?

After getting broken out of prison, Cheyenne manages to escape the deadly grip of Gotham and all its evil with an unexpected partner in crime, but you can't burn bridges with the King and not expect him to come looking. Forced back into Gotham by Joker, she is also forced into unfortunate situations. Along with running an underground trafficking ring, being back in Gotham brings her nothing but chaos and bad luck. With obstacles being thrown at them left and right, will Cheyenne and Joker make it out alive? #8 in "BWWM Joker Fanfiction" {3/14/20}

" I can't stay away from you" "And why is that" "Your intoxicating and I love you" "You don't know what love is"

"What makes ya think you're just my toy?" "You don't care about me, you've said it before." Joker x Reader Foul language, trigger warning. Jared Leto -> Joker.

*MATURE CONTENT* Lizelle Howard, growing up she's always struggled with her weight. Thinking she has finally found the man that loves her for who she is, she's proven to be a fool. Will the Italian man that happens to be her husband's boss sweep her off her feet just like she's always dreamt, or would the obstacles their complicated relationship face defeat their strong attraction towards one another.

"That's your boss? He's hot." "He's bipolar." "Introduce me, please!" Jasmin begs, weighing my shoulder down. "Isn't he the reason why you're going abroad?" "Eh." I shrug, watching as he hands someone his bags, laughing at something they say. This man is doing something to me. And it's strange. "Roni. I know you didn't get dressed that cute for no reason." She points to my outfit, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm just comfortable. And he's coming over right now." Mr. Hayes strides towards us and I fix my posture, smiling at him. "Hello to your friend." Adrian waves as my friend begins to swoon. "Are you ready? You better not embarrass me, Roni-Ann." He holds his arm out for me and I take it, humming in response. "Yes, sir." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« "You don't listen, Roni-Ann!" "Me? I do what you tell me. When have I ever went against you?" "Yesterday. I told you to stay inside. Or at least call me when you got home. You did neither!" Adrian yells at me and I flinch, not expecting it. "I don't have to take orders from you outside of this workplace. I'm my own individual." "You don't, huh?" He traps me between his body and the wall and I look up at him, his eyes darkening. "Joder, Roni-Ann." "Please calm down." "How does it feel to be a murderer..." He mutters, leaning down to kiss my ear and I tense up. "Because you're killing my heart." He doesn't think of me as- "I'm your intern, sir. This shouldn't be happening." I stutter, my legs too weak for me to move. "You're not thinking straight." "All interns get an upgrade, eventually. Yours just might make you mine."

"Can you honestly believe your sister is marrying Damien- fucking- Gray??" "Yeah." "Aren't you excited? He's rich. He's hot. And now you get to see him everyday!" "Yeah." "I feel like you aren't listening to me, Tia." Lilian pinches my cheeks, snapping me out of my daydream. "Oh sorry." "Are you excited?" She repeats waiting for me. A tall, broad figure behind her distracts me again. And it's him. Damien Gray. And there's my sister, Marinette. Right behind him. She kisses him deeply, and I notice his eyes remaining open. The gray orbs gaze around before settling on me. And he's just staring at me, an emotion filling his eyes. I've never seen him give my sister this look before. Is it good or bad? Wrong or right? I mean, he's looked at me this way before. Does he only look at me this way? "I guess I am." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« "I don't know. There's something about you." His fingers graze across my cheeks, eyes piercing into my soul. "Something like what?" I blush unconsciously, anticipating his next move. Damien tilts my face up and I tip-toe to match his height, but fail. Taking his free hand, he holds my waist and pushes me up on the wall, inching closer to me. Our lips graze across one another and his eyes darken. "Oh. I think you know, babygirl. I'm attracted." He groans out and I bit my lip. Setting me down, he pulls away and fixes his suit. Leaving me alone in my room, confused. Yeah, it's good. But it's wrong.

Alessandro Marcelo, thirty-five, was infatuated by his best friend's eighteen-year-old daughter, Jesse De Rose. He had known her since she was a newborn, watching her grow into a woman each day. Just as she grew, his infatuation for her grew. Thus turning into something bigger. Something more unhealthy. And the fact that he saw her everyday because she just so happened to be best friends with his daughter, Carissa, didn't help his fixation for the younger girl. Jesse, on the other hand, was oblivious to all of his thoughts about her. She wasn't attentive to how he knew everything about her, and the secrets that he kept hidden in the lurking shadows just waiting to combust. Those caliginous fantasies that would eat her up and swallow her life whole. Alessandro didn't find himself obsessed, despite what others thought. He believed that he loved Jesse, and he would do anything in his will power to get her to love him back. 2020-2022. ©sinfulsrose

To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE