[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

[#1 Teen Fiction | #1 in Romance] Bad boy Luke Dawson is stuck living with clumsy nobody Millie Ripley for the summer. When she ran over his most prized possession, her world changed. She had to pay him back for every dime of damages, and the favors he called in weren't just about money. She had to pay him back, and everyone knows how payback is a... This is a love story. Hot boys like Luke Dawson never pay attention to nobodies like Millie. But here they were, two kids from opposite ends of the chain, set to turn the whole hierarchy upside down. Because no one can stop attraction. When opposite attract, the spontaneous reaction can be a combustion or a downright explosion. With Luke, my money's on the explosion. We're talking public humiliation, roller-coaster emotions, drama among cliques, prissy sisters, crazy mothers and a whole lot of hotness from resident bad boy and neighbor, Luke Dawson. And FYI, (c) copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved. Stay chill, N

"I don't think I could do what the other girls do with you..." "And why's that?" He asked as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "In fact, I think you would be even more suited for it." "No..." "You can use all of those pent up feelings for me to become a very useful slut," he said turning my face to him by my chin. *** Irene knew Dexter since high school where she was more popular and he was the anti-social nerd. Despite their popularity divide, Irene was drawn to Dexter. Mainly because her sexual desires were rooted in intellectualism, and Dexter is the pinnacle of intelligence. However, his time in college brings out a part of Dexter that for Irene doesn't match the man she has liked for so many years. Dexter is now a womanizer with his sights set on Irene. But he has a secret involving his mentor that may be too much for good girl to handle. *** For mature audiences only. This book like my others is rather kinky. It's not for everyone. Check the tags before starting. Releasing chapters over time. No set schedule.

• REWRITING • The now graduated Kim Torres has a chance to work in an office,offered by her friend.When they arrive she immediately spots the hottest man she's ever seen and has no clue he's the boss there. He is rich,tall and an egoistic person and they don't get along.His appearance and his fragrance draw her in.While her story she goes through a lot; family issues and stuff,but despite all the pain and regret her boss,Mr.Collins is there for her and takes care of her.After all the teasing and tension the ice breaks between the two. "Who do you think you're talking to?" He asked and his voice was deeper,scarier. "Then take your anger out on me! " I yell back and his face doesn't change,it's like he's satisfied.He keeps silent so I walk to the bed when he grabs my arm pulling me back.He attacks my neck and I tilt my head back giving him access. "I've been taking it easy on you." "And I bet you enjoyed every single time we've been close to each other.Right?" He asked with his hand on my waist. "Right Kim?" He asks whispering in my ear and gets closer to me.My breathing quickened and I'm shivering under his touch. "Yes" 📍Rankings #1 office romance #1 boss #2 kinky #1 goodgirl #1 stronglanguage

Elyse, a trauma surgeon who owes a debt to the mafia, finds herself in an arranged marriage with infamous mafia don Alessandro and discovers unexpected love as they navigate his dangerous world together. ***** Dr. Elyse Romero is used to dangerous house calls. Ever since her father's debts to all the wrong people fell to her, she's been the doctor on call for the mafia, and at this point, she's lost count of how many criminals she's had to heal. But when a handsome stranger is brought to her apartment in the dead of night, Elyse knows this assignment won't be like the others. There's no doubt in her mind: if he dies, she dies too. But it turns out surviving the night is the least of her worries. Her new patient is none other than notorious mafia don Alessandro Vitale, and he's not done with Elyse just yet. Presented with an offer she truly can't refuse, Elyse is forced into a new kind of danger and it turns out she's only scratched the surface of this criminal world. After all, when an angel saves a devil's life, there will be hell to pay. Book One in the Devil's Playground Series. Content Warning: This story contains mature sexual content and themes of crime and violence.

My skin burned as Everest's lips found themselves against my neck, suckling gently on the sweet spots of my skin. I tilted my head back allowing him entry as his opposite hand grasps my neck harshly, pulling me against his large frame. Surges of electricity seeping in with every mere touch. "I'm going to use every last piece of you," he growled, his raspy voice filling my ears like a thick melody. I felt my breath hitch as his grip on my throat tightened, securing me in my place. The feeling of butterfly kisses to my palms catches me by surprise and I let out a muffled moan, my eyes peering down to Theo beneath me. "Please," he whispered, placing another hot kiss to my skin passionately. "Use me Azalea," ~~ Two men sworn to a life of fantasies, one woman stuck with the wrong dorm. Three people bound for life. The female lead in this story is a switch. She carries a very dominant personality with submissive sub features. If you don't like strong female leads this book is not for you. This story follows a dominant man, a submissive man, and a switch woman. Reverse Harem.

Stating that Elizabeth Paige had a huge crush on "The Nathaniel Lachlan" since high school would be an understatement but she was a shy girl and never handled it well. Nathaniel Lachlan was a lethal man. Nobody ever messed around with him. He needed an assistant who would only be professional with him and not develop feelings for him. ---------------------------------------------------- But yesterday, everything changed. As soon as she said my name I knew I had to have her, beneath me, moaning and begging. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I noticed whenever I was close, her breathing would alter and she will be at a loss of words. I didn't know I lusted after her so much. I never craved for women as much as I crave this one. I also knew that I can't satisfy myself only by having her for a night. - Nathaniel Lachlan

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

'It seems you don't get it. Ms. Jones, let me rephrase it.' Asher said. Carson look at him as if he had already lost his mind. Asher then stood up. He placed both of his hands on Carson's chair, trapping her. He leaned over her ear with her back facing him. 'What kind of man, do you like?' he asked 'Someone not like you' she said. ~~~~~~ Carson Jones is a rebel heiress and known as the bad girl of the cream of the American socialites. She's smart, speaks her mind, doesn't care what others will say about her and does what she want. Asher Stone is a cold-hearted, workaholic CEO who had no interest on anything besides work. When a deal made them crosspath with each other, the least Carson Jones expected is to be living with a hot Italian-English man whom she kept clashing with. What will happen if she ended up getting more than she vied for? Will she be able to survive a year with him?

𝟏𝟖+ Bellamy moves in with her brother after another set back in life, not daring to share her struggles with her parents. But, he doesn't live alone. There's someone else who needed his help, and it so happens to be the one person on earth Bellamy hates the most. What happens when you put these two in the same house? (Also warning: unexpected pregnancy) * 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 This story contains mature themes, including, but not limited to: explicit sex scenes and references, the use of profanity, the mention and use of drugs and alcohol, the mention of physical and sexual abuse, and graphic violence. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.