18+, literally just all smut This story shows a depiction of consensual non consent (cnc), but every interaction is performed between two consenting adults

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. Book one of series

Having been in Catholic School since the age of five, Aspen is naive to society. Her life turned upside down when she was pulled out of school months before graduation to find out that her mother was dying. Having nothing, she is left at the care of her mothers husband after her death. Her now legal guardian. Living with him, she starts experiencing new things. Starts seeing the unfiltered world, starts wondering more about the one thing they shielded her from. Sex. She has things to learn. The only obvious thing is to ask her guardian to teach her. Cover done by @Softie113123 All Rights Reserved ©solxr28 ©asj_28 August 2020

"Matteo, can I ask you a question?" Lilly asked, looking up at him. "That was a question." he joked. She giggled, "I mean a different question, just something that I'm curious about." He nodded, "What is your question then?" "Why do you call me 'flower'? Does it mean something?" she asked. Matteo smiled, "Flowers are my favorite plants. They're beautiful and bright, the prettiest things I've ever seen that brings me comfort. When I look at them, I feel all my problems disappearing, that's the reason I like to take such good care of my garden. And you, Lilly, are just as precious to me as those flowers." ~***~ Lilly Knight wasn't know for anything special, she was a normal waitress at a small cafe close by her house. Though she was childish at times, please found her to be kind hearted and adorable. But one thing that was bothering her, she never had anyone there for her except for her best friend. But one accidentally phone call would soon change all of that for her... Matteo Morelli was the Don of the Italian Mafia, cold-hearted but sometimes nice only when he felt like it. He was feared by most, though he was lonely and money was never enough to make him happy. The last thing he would've expected was to call the wrong person and get somehow still want her as his own just by hearing her sweet voice. ~***~

1 woman, 4 men. They all have thick skin, never letting anyone get too close to cause pain.... Until Riley. This is essentially a Reverse Harem Mafia Dark Romance book. ***18+ TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, blood, mentions of self harm,

One girl, three guys, and a mountain full of secrets.

Raelyn Valmont thought the gala was the end of it. A few fake smiles, a signed contract, and she'd never have to see the three heirs of Cavarel again. Then her father shipped her off to a private island. With them. For bonding. Now she's trapped in paradise with three men who look like sin in silk-and treat her like she's both the challenge and the reward. It was supposed to be business. Not whispered dares, wandering hands, and lines that blur faster than she can redraw them. She's not falling. She's just... tied up

𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔..𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆-𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂..𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎?..𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍.. 𝒎𝒘𝒂𝒉💋! 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Warning! Warning! Warning, Mature content ahead if you are not 18 and above this story is not for you...don't say i didn't warn ya

-JENNIE/ROSEANNE "Shhh... take it like a good student." Now entering her second year of college, Jennie Kim felt a sense of stagnancy engulf her life. The constant cycle of studies and academics, mediocre frat boys, and overbearing parental expectations have only heightened Jennie's desire for her darkest secrets. Secrets she doesn't share with anyone. Secrets that involve a dominant woman with a belt in one hand and the other hand wrapped around her throat. With a last-minute addition to her semester coursework, Jennie's life clashes with that of Professor Rosie Park. With a Ph.D. in abnormal psychology, Professor Park has made a life's work of studying the deepest and darkest corners of the human mind. World-renowned and respected for her insights, these illicit ideas follow her in her personal life behind closed doors and the bedroom. She's exactly who Jennie needs, as she is to her. Enticed by the forbidden nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous game. -The story isn't mine all right reserved to the original author enjoy!

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.