Pleasure is the product. Surrender is the price. She applied for a job. She found three men who want her to kneel. And now she's about to learn that too much... is never enough. Sloane Harper wasn't looking to be anyone's anything. After her fiancé dumped her for wanting "too much"-too often, too messy, too loud-she buried that part of herself deep. Love? Off the table. Sex? Only if it came with batteries and no shame. But everything changes when she lands a job at SOLAÉ, a luxury sex toy company devoted to divine submission. Her new bosses? Just happen to be three of the most dangerously magnetic men she's ever met. Nathaniel Blackwell is calm, commanding, an architect of structure and surrender. Jace Narváez is chaos wrapped in silk, a sinful mouth that turns praise into poetry. Elias Baptiste is a shadow in the dark-silent until he snaps, and then you're ruined. From the second they meet Sloane... they want her too. All of her. Six months in, Sloane is still holding out. Barely. She spends every lunch break and late night with a vibrator between her thighs, dreaming of what it would feel like to be taken, praised, broken, and rebuilt... by them. But when Sloane anonymously volunteers to test a new prototype... and the cofounders tune in to the live feedback session... everything changes. Because they know it's her. They recognize the sound of her voice. And now? They want to hear it again. This time in person. She thought she knew pleasure. She thought she had limits. She thought she was in control. She's about to learn what happens when you surrender to three men who live to make you Obey.

Two men. One filthy promise. No safe word strong enough. Lauryn Wolfe is stuck. Jobless. Heartbroken. Still picking up the pieces after her ex shattered her self-worth and ghosted like she never mattered. When Dallas Maddox, her childhood best friend, turned rock god, invites her to join him on Saints of Ruin on tour, it feels like a lifeline. A way out. A chance to start again. She never expected the heat. Not from Dallas, whose flirtation has always walked a razor's edge. And definitely not from Kye Ashford-Dallas's brooding, pierced, and possessive boyfriend. They don't just want her friendship. They want everything. Her submission. Her surrender. Her body kneeling between them and her heart spread wide open. But not everyone wants Lauryn on this tour. Not the obsessive ex-sub who once belonged to Kye. Not the fan whose fixation blurs the line between devotion and delusion. And definitely not the voice in Lauryn's head whispering that she'll never be enough. Caught in a storm of lust, jealousy, and the kind of love that burns too hot to survive-Lauryn must decide what she's willing to risk to belong to two men who don't play fair... They don't beg. They claim. And once you're theirs... You never leave the stage the same.

Getting teleported to another planet is not a problem for Raelynn at all. Being pampered by love and affection by her 4 sexy guardians is definitely not a problem at all. Raelynn's problem started when her 4 hunks of guardians started to treat her as a little girl instead of a 24 years old adult woman. Warning: This story is for a mature audience only. Read the tags before you proceed. This is a ddlg story. Copyright myrawrites123 All rights reserved

*Mature Content; Soft DDLG* New to Houston, medical school, and struggling with her anxiety, Dania gets a little lost in her own world. Luckily, Reyn, a hotshot corporate lawyer, resolves to make her the center of his. ***** I squirmed when I felt Daddy approach from behind. His hand settled around my throat, directing my cheek to press against the window. His other hand pushed against my ass before moving up and grasping my waist. "You like being on display like this, my princess?" He roughly whispered against my ear. "Let's show everyone who you belong to, hmm? Tell me, who do you belong to, baby?" "I'm yours, Daddy," I responded softly. I jumped when he smacked my ass. "I didn't hear you, little one. Speak up," he chided. "I belong to you, Daddy," I raised my voice a little more this time. "That's right, baby." Started: Feb 24, 2021 Finished: Sept 12, 2021 Para leer esta historia en español, vaya a @serpientenegraa

Why choose when you have three guys already coming in a set? After a particularly bad case of FOMO Mary decides to put herself out there, mustering all of her courage only to wake up in the arms of an overly protective scar-faced stranger. There's only one catch: He's coming in a set of three, determined not to let an outsider get between them. Kylian: the scarred protector of their trio Colton: the smooth-talking charmer And lastly Noelle, the one with words so sharp they can cut ice All of them have one thing in common: their insatiable drive for control, especially when it comes to tiny messes like her. Can Mary find her place among them, or will she be the earthquake that finally tears them apart? --------------- Slow burn that gets very spicy so viewer discretion advised (chapters are marked with a 🌶️) Themes like bdsm, ddlg, dubcon, punishments, etc

"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

I never planned on falling for either of them. Jaxon's a walking red flag with tattoos, fists that fly, and a mouth that wrecks me. Soren is Prince Charming, hiding a predator's hunger behind that polished smile. I should run. But when they touch me-together-my body forgets the rules. There's just one problem. Someone else wants me, too. And he doesn't care who he has to hurt to make me his. ~~~ Mariana Bennett came to Northmoor University to stay out of the spotlight, not fall for two of the campus's most dangerous hockey stars. Jaxon Sinclair plays center with the same intensity he lives: reckless, explosive, and impossible to ignore. Soren Kingsley, his right winger and complete opposite, is calm, calculated, and terrifyingly observant. Together, they dominate the ice... and now they've set their sights on her. Caught between their simmering tension and a past she's still running from, Mariana starts to feel something she thought she'd lost forever: desire. But someone's watching, leaving messages, and stealing pieces of her life. And he's not a fan of sharing. UNDONE is a standalone slow-burn, MMF poly hockey romance where obsession runs deep, love comes in pairs, and the biggest threat might not be on the ice.

After an Angel has fallen, is it still an Angel when it keeps its innocence and purity, or turned to a devil simply because it is with us? This book is not mine, I'm just reuploading it. Orginal writer is LadyYandereShane (LadyYandereDeux).

"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚, 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙?" he asked me sweetly, and I could not remain silent with his lips near my ear. "On yours..." I answered under a whisper, still looking at the floor. With the gentle brush of his fingertips underneath my chin, he tilted my head back to look up at him. His emerald eyes never failed to faze my breath. "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," he demanded. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Liara West wasn't one to open up. All she's ever heard is "never trust anyone and you'll never get hurt." But one lazy morning going to restock at Walmart, she bumps into the most mysteriously beautiful man she's ever seen. Ramerio Loveday. He, too, was not one to trust, but found something rather odd about Liara that drew him hesitantly nearer. It was as if they were both being handed a sword without the handle. And of course, they were bound to get cut. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ {bwwm} ⚠ Will Contain Mature Content ⚠ ➣ Started: 7/31/21 - (ongoing)

This is the second book in the Hart series. Featured on Trending "There will come a day when you realize you are only human like the rest of us, and whatever power you think you have will mean absolutely nothing when it's your turn to look death in the eyes." Atalia Hart and her gang have found themselves in the midst of new enemies. Captured by the army and the power-hungry officer in charge, Hart must figure out a way to escape. Something big is coming, she just isn't sure what. While at the base, Atalia runs into some familiar faces. On top of dealing with her enemies, she has to juggle the repercussions of her actions. Decisions must be made. Her choice may determine the fate for many. Yet there are still those willing to risk it all to follow her. Warning: this is a "why choose" reverse harem meets zombie apocalypse book. It has strong language and mature themes. Some scenes in this book are dark and demented. It might cause triggers for those who deal with PTSD or other mental health issues. Copyright © 2020 MLAM All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.