Two club owners She steals from them (alternate universe.) BDSM themes One praises One degrades Dark romance can be triggering for some audiences 🔥 smut obviously and 🌶️ spicy Saturday updates Stand-alone intertwined series *dominate trio and their brat/Qharterlet and their brat * collard fill-in *collared thief *hidden intentions *rags and riches *her rescuers * fugitive of four *two peas in a pod * their via auction

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐙𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

Professor's Dark Desire [18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3 ... "Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy. "Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy. "Answer......" She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering. "Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry. "Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time. "I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her. "Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices. "Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....

The Little World Series follows Littles who have been hurt by the world and the Daddies who help them rediscover safety, trust, and the quiet magic of being cared for. This is the third book in the series and continues in the same world as the previous two. While it can be read on its own, there are details, relationships, and parts of the system that will make more sense if you start from the beginning. If you'd like a deeper understanding of the world and how everything works, it's recommended to start with Book One, Daddy's Precious Little Girl.

I pulled the covers off my legs and tried to stand up. My attempt of standing up failed. But I tried again. I was so dizzy I fell against the nightstand, successfully catching Dante's attention. - Go back to sleep pet. He sternly stated. - I don't want to sleep with you watching me. - Can't you see I'm not even paying attention to you. He said not even making eye contact. - I don't care your mere presence is still annoying. I tried to stand again and I was finally able to stand on my feet. I looked up at the ceiling and whispered a thank you, for not embarrassing myself by falling down again. I made my way to the bathroom but my legs gave up on me half way through. I internally slapped myself and groaned. I fell down supporting my upper bodys weight with my shaking hands. I heard him sigh and saw him stand up. - Why can't you just listen to me once? He asked crouching down to my level. - I already told you why. He traced my lips with his thumb and held my chin up making me gaze into his dark eyes. - If you want to get up so badly, then you have ten minutes to shower and change. I want you outside all done. If you don't finish in 10 minutes, I'll drag you out of the shower and you'll be facing my father and the others naked. ~contains mature content Started: - Finished: 27/ 8/ 2021 Please do not copy, rewrite or re-upload!!! This story is a work of my mind. Sorry if it's simillar to some other story. I didn't get inspiration from any movie or book it just popped in my head. Also this is NOT a TVD or a Twilight fanfic. Thank you for understanding:) RANKING 2021/07/4 #1ST IN HORROR #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMAMCE #1ST IN VAMPIRE ROMANCE RANKING 2021/ 06/ 20 #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMANCE #1ST IN VAMPIREBROTHERS #140TH IN DARKROMANCE #70TH IN HUMANGIRL #15TH IN ROMANCE #3rd IN HORROR #16TH IN VAMPIREROMANCE #395 IN DARK Ranking 2021/06/16 #1ST IN VAMPIREBROTHERS #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMANCE #21ST IN INNOCENTGIRL #76TH IN FANTASY-ROMAMCE

"Say it" "I-I'll be a good girl" "Who's good girl?" "Yours" Brace yourselves because this book is... use your imagination, thank me later.

Temperance has known what her future has looked like her entire life. Living in the mafia world isn't easy. Luckily, her grandma Addie has hidden her far away from Ireland and Italy. Keeping her safe in Vegas. Although, living there puts her closer to the man she someday is supposed to marry. Wolf Romanova. He's been brutal towards her since she first met him when she was 4 years old and he 8. Never letting up. Eventually, she knows what she has to do and shortly after her 18th birthday she runs off into hiding. Very few people know where she is. Living incognito in Maine living a boring life. She has been here for 3 years thinking she's safe. She thought wrong....

[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Dahlia Pickett, a 24 year old dime, had a familiar, traumatic experience at work as she is a bartender. She calls up her friend, ex-coworker Carly and pleads to go to a club and dance her pain off. Carly ends up hooking up with a girl, leaving Dahlia alone. Walking home she peers into an alleyway where a man was beating another to a pulp, her body frozen, not because of a possible murder, in reality she could care less but he sees she saw what he'd done. She was scared for herself. With her heart racing how would this man be involved with the rest of her life knowing she witnessed his crime?