Previously titled Mafia CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN "Do I make you wet?" He asked me breathing in my ear from behind me. "No and you'll never be able to." I said smirking, proud I found my voice again. "Is that a Challenge? If yes then you're on Bella." ~ When Isabella Denise, the assassin for the French Mafia, finds out that her own people are plotting to kill her, the feeling of betrayal drives her to collude with the Italians. That's when she meets Giovanni Marco Enzo, the head of the Italian Mafia Family. He was everything from cold and self-centered to intelligent and calculating. More importantly, he was a known womanizer. What would happen when Isabella finds herself drawn to him despite the circumstances? ___________________________________ This Book Has Mature Content and Frequent Use Of Abusive Language. 18+ suggested but if you are under well I cant stop you, read at your own risk.

Silva wants what he shouldn't have and takes what he can't desire. He should've known. Irisa offsets the brittle balance of diabolical cruelty, but it's a forgivable transgression that he's willing to make an exception for. She's a simple girl with a special smile; something opposite of him as it burns into his skin with regret. Regret that he doesn't have her. He doesn't know if he wants to kiss the smile away or wrap his hand around her fragile neck until the light fades to black. He's a nightmare wrapped in visceral ink, a frighteningly obsessive man with missing morals. Silva would rip his heart out if she asks; he is selfishly generous to her whims. *** This contains sensitive material that will be triggering to some, reader discretion is advised. Mature contents. Copyright © 2020 by Celia Crown

Fifty thousand dollars in exchange for three weeks of sheer commitment and consented submission. It was a simple proposal from the employer to an employee until feelings got in the way. Being a college student and the legal guardian of her two siblings, Arabella Lincoln has a lot on her plate. Money has always been the issue; more bills and expenses every single day, with only meagre part-time wages to cover it all. It was supposed to be pure business with no strings attached; do what he says, and get paid in the end. That was the agreement, and Arabella knew it was like a road to her way home. But what if there's more to him than he lets on? What if each layer she peels off renders her tied to his myriad shades of mystery pulling her closer like a super magnet? He's like a tornado, wrecking her up. But then he's like a touch of sun, thawing the frozen river in her after a long excruciating winter. Drawn to her world of normalcy and simple joy he never knew existed, Adrian Castle discovers more about himself, about her, and letting go becomes more painful than anything he's ever felt in his entire existence. But business is business. He needs to walk away when the deal is done. He's the last person to provide her the love and security she deserves. He's the danger. Will he let her in knowing full well that she doesn't belong to his world full of darkness? The world he so badly tried to escape.

"Stay for the night, Cara" I bit my lip as Nikolai continue to kiss down my neck. He slid his hands further down cupping my butt. I let out a squeal as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I threw my head back and moaned as he rubbed his raging hard on against my dripping center. " I ne-need" my breath came out in short pants as I continued to rubbed myself against him. "What do you want, Cara Mia?" He whispered, his hot breath tingling my ear. "Tell me." "You!" I gasped. I felt him smile against my neck as he pushed a finger inside of me. And another. And another. "Faster!" I rasped. I held on to his shoulders tightly as I felt my muscles clench around his finger. "Oh God! Oh YES!" I screamed as he fingered me faster. "Look at me, Cara" he growled. Slowly I opened my eyes and stared into his emerald green ones. "That's it, baby. Come for me" "ANNIE!" Lucca's tiny voice sounded from the other side of the door. My eyes widened as I stared at Nikolai in horror.

Destiny is a housemaid that has been given the opportunity to be the hot, sexy and intimidating Roman Blade's personal maid. They're relationship will be going on a rollercoaster ride as they get mixed signals from each other. Continue reading to be apart of their adventure with romance, arguments, love and heartbreak. Vally

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

He laid his lips on top of my neck, enticing me. Dominance took hold of my body while I laid back in the limo. I know what we were doing was wrong, but not one part of me wanted to stop. Carter slid his hands up and down my thighs, caressing them, kissing them, sucking them and all I could do was moan, groan, and be breathless. I wrapped my hand around his head as he went lower, lower, and even more lower. His lips swiftly danced across the inside of my thighs. I gripped his head and he immediately pulled down my underwear, with no mercy. The driver rolled down the Partition "Mr. Carter your wife is on the line." *Highest Rank in Fanfiction #20 ***All Rights Reserved @adoreniah_

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!