"And Draya, Dollicia ... The rest of them?" Drake asked as his back was turned to her. Tae sat quiet again unsure of what he was really asking, what he really wanted to know that she hadn't already confessed about. "They were a 'at that moment' thing. That may sound bad, but yeah..." She said shrugging as he voice trailed off. Drake could tell she wanted to say more but he didn't force it. Tae sighed picking up on his silence and spoke again. "Some of them I dated before you got to them, some of them you dated before I got to them, some of them fucked with me while they fucked with you and vise versa." He turned around, she could feel Drake burning a hole in the side of her face. "You took this position KNOWING that we shared the same past... The same women... a lot of the same women, and you said nothing!? Why!? You didn't think that was something you should of mentioned to me!?... oh by the way Aubrey, you and I fucked with the same women!? I couldn't get that!? Are you trying to make them jealous!? You using me for a specific purpose?!..... Get back at them?!... You don't think this is information that I should of known Lashauntae!" Drake's voice grew dark it went deep as he demanded a answer. His many antagonizing malicious filled questions, he cross examined her, with a smug frown yet he wasn't allowing her the opportunity to answer him back, he was so angry assuming her was being used for something like all women eventually used him for.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

fixated past participle, past tense of fix·ate (Verb) Cause (someone) to acquire an obsessive attachment to someone or something Acquire such an obsessive attachment to: "it is important not to fixate on an imosity" Tired of being the bridesmaid and not the bride, Maia Jones is given the tip of the lifetime from a newly wedded friend to try her hand at dating online. Reluctant at first, Maia decides to give it a try... Little did she know that her internet stroll would lead her to a billion-dollar playboy by the name of Reuben Michealson. From the very start, their relationship is hot and heavy, but soon Maia learns there is a dark side not only to him but to his past. Can she save herself before getting sucked too deep into his twisted, billion-dollar world? And what she does can she do when her own, tormented past comes back to haunt her?

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.

After witnessing a crime, twenty-two year old-stripper by trade-Ebony Moore finds herself in a bind. What she sees will cost her. It could possibly be her life or maybe her heart...

Two Awesome Stories Included *In My Best Announcer voice* BEWARE SERIAL KILLERS ARE MADE SEXY AND ENTICING IN THESE FICTIONAL TALES! PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY!!! COME HITHER IF YOU DARE!!! 6 '3 with the body of a god and eyes that resemble gleaming diamonds, he was irresistible. But everything that glitters isn't gold and to love a man like him comes with a price...