"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance

𝗠𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻' 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

A SEQUEL TO 'DARKNESS IS LIGHT'

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔," 𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝒉𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟. "𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒" "𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝐼 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙y" _____________ The story of a girl that falls in love with her abusive boyfriend's dad. _________________ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ᴜɴᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ

Musa:𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕. /mù·ṣa/ -✯a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist. ════ ୨♡୧ ════

****WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES MATURE CONTENT****

23 year old Morgan Bellamy has tunnel vision. She works tirelessly to take care of the people she loves, putting their needs before her own, until she meets someone who put her first. The eye of the storm, a moment of peace, a breath of calm. While she felt like everything was crashing down around her, he was her exhale.

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

"How dare you fucking disobey me," He grits his teeth clenching his fists while glaring at me. "Please let me go, I promise I won't say anything to anyone," I beg tears sliding down my cheeks slowly backing away from him. "Didn't I make myself clear already? You will never escape from here." My heart sinks down to my stomach. Anger quickly rising making me splutter two words I'd soon would regret. "FUCK YOU!," I scold. "What did you just say?," he grumbles his chocolate brown eyes three shades darker almost looking black. I gasp, as my back hits the wall watching him close in on me. I try to curve to the side, but he immediately closes me in by stretching both of his arms out. His hands firmly flat against the wall. "Repeat what you just said to me Madison," he evilly mutters his eyes locked with mine. "Leo please," I mumble. "You will learn to obey me," he venomously says his hot breathe hitting my flesh near my ear. Suddenly, his large hand grips my neck tightly chocking me. Both of my hands clutches onto his hand trying to free myself from his grip. "P-pl," I struggle to say while trying to breathe. I can feel the life in me slowly slipping away. My vision starting to blur in and out of focus. Leo suddenly lets go of my neck and I helplessly drop to the floor gasping for air like a fish gasps for water. I can feel tears sliding down my cheeks as I realize my life could have ended in the hands of this handsome murderer. "Recognize who you are speaking to. No one, I mean no one ever disrespects Leo Castillo, leader of The Red Eagles!", he firmly says his cold eyes glaring down at me. I stay silent completely mute. My body trembling from pure fear scared to say anything that might upset him again. Leo turns his heel walking out of the room locking it from the outside leaving me in shock of what just happened. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" A/N:DO NOT REPRODUCE/COPY ANY TEXT OR MY STORY IN ANYWAY. I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS IF NECESSARY!