"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝." "𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭." **** 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚, A cold-blooded, sex addict. No remorse for anything he'd done. Arrogant, rude but very intelligent, simply a total Casanova. He did it with older women, mostly prostitutes. It was a strict rule of his not to fuck anyone younger than him. But, he soon enough broke that rule once someone irresistible entered his life. He was the owner of the popular strip club named 'Green Tigers' that was filled with people who wore masks on their upper faces. He ran a huge drug business with dangerous people involved in it. It was a secret that not even his brother knew. He was a man full of evil smirks, dressed up in suits, and eyes darker and colder than a late night. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡, Filled with seductiveness, playfulness, and a strong sex appeal. Expelled from her previous school, she moves to Seattle, and meets people that connect her to the soulless Leonardo Pierce which instantly attracts her. He stared at her, and she stared at him. They were dying to fuck each other, but they both denied it and acted as if they hated each other. That changed when she entered a strip club, and bravely walked to the Third Floor, where the drug business was located. Pulled by the owner of the club, a mask on his face, she didn't know who he was, but he knew exactly who she was, and used the situation to his pleasure. ••••• Find out what happens in this story, by reading it... ⚠️Tw; contains smut, sexual and aggressive parts.

He was cold, distant and was riddled with psychopathic tendencies, but had a soft spot for his deliciously thick best friend. She wanted to be more than 'best friends' but he couldn't fully allow it. His life was dangerous but she already was in the deep and was determined to be apart of it. But can he ever let her leave when she's expecting his child. • • Tears began to rim around my eyes. I could feel the rejection coming but I was trying to dodge it. He laughed humourlessly. "There's no loving me Tesoro. All this feelings you think you have for me is just lust. Believe me, I'm not the kind of guy you want to love and you know that. You'll either get your heart broken or get killed. You know the type of business my family is involved in." He said looking into the dark distance. "You know how I am. I could lose my mind and kill you anytime with no knowledge that I did it until the next day." A tear dropped from my eye. "I'm willing to take that risk." • • Contains mature and gruesome scenes. (BWWM)

"If you think a night is all you are going to be on my bed under me. Little one! How wrong are you." She gulped not trusting her ears that hear what her brute of a husband said. He pulled her close to him breathing on her little face tingling her lips trembled. Her eyes wide in disbelieve. She turned beetroot red thinking of all that had transpired between them. She was sore all over her body. "But that was a mis... mistake and we should not repeat it again." He chuckled pushing the lock of her dark hair behind her ear leaving a tingling sensation on her ever sensitive nape. He closed the distance and brought his lips to her already bruised nape sucking the same spot making it darker. She couldn't hold in her moan and let out a desperate cry. "We. will. not. repeat. the. same. again. coz He said in between kisses she was brought back to reality, his words not making any sense to her. He pulled the sheet away which covered her naked self. Trailing his calloused fingers gently down to her... "We will do so much more and so much new things you've never experienced. You got so much to catch up with and this husband of yours will take the honour to do it all." She blushed and also a tingle went down her sore v*****. There was this saying about her husband. 'Ricardo Wilde never went back on his words.' She was going to experience it all and learn so much more. This arranged marriage and all that came with was indeed too much for her, starting from her husband.

#1 in Latin 2020 #1 in stripper 4/03/20 #4 in Mafia 3/27/20 #3 in German 4/19/20 {Guns Over Roses #1} 18+ Before her, he was fearless , someone mothers warned you about, he was death itself in human form but of course he was the King. Her heels kissed the floor with every step she took. Slowly how her long melanin legs worked themselves on walking closer to me. "Is that all you need sir ?" Her full plump lips just ready for me to attack. "Sir?" "I need one more thing before you go." Her innocent eyes looked me straight down to my soul but Whew she wasn't so innocent at all. She was a vixen to be tamed. "And that is?" I didn't even realized what I was doing until I felt her smooth skin against my hand as I slowly stroke her cheek. Them lust full eyes roaming my every move. "Strip for me." |THIS IS NOT A BDSM BOOK| Slow updates

𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝o p

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

"Will you get off of me. This isn't apart of the deal Landon. You don't get to fuck me." "I know I know. But let's just imagine." I stood up with a dress in my hand trying to leave his embrace. But he kept my hips on his pelvis. "It's dark, we're on my bed. Your small frame under me-" "Landon." He ignored me. "As I pound viscously into you." I couldn't help but to imagine to. A wave of heat flashed over me and he chuckled. "You're thinking of it too now, aren't you?" He asked breathing into my neck. With that I pushed myself off of him. "Asshole." I muttered slipping on the sundress. Highest rank: #9 in interracial-romance #6 in interracial

Alana Cutler's life is in shambles personally but tries to keep it all together professionally as a correctional facility therapist; one of her patients being accused serial killer, Mason Gregory, has a budding obsession for her. Mason is destined to make Alana feel for him, just as he feels for her... Whether she likes it or not...

Zariana, 24 year old African American woman finds herself stuck in Demone's world. Demone, 29 year old white guy who's fallen in love with Zariana. After she saved his life, she became the only person he wanted to stay in his life. No matter how insane he became.

I should have listened when they told me to stop. I should have listened when they told me to be prepared. I should have seen this coming. I should have never texted him. I should have told someone where I was going. I should have never listened to him. I should have but I didn't and now he saw me and once he saw me he wanted to break me and tie me down and bound me to him forever.