✦❧✦ CONTENT WARNING ✦❧✦ This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers, including: ✦ explicit language ✦ consensual adult intimacy ✦ caregiver‑style power‑exchange dynamics ✦ BDSM‑coded interactions ✦ dominant/submissive relationship structures ✦ "Master" title usage within a consensual context ✦ emotional intensity and psychological themes If you enjoy dark romance, structured dynamics, and emotionally layered power‑exchange, this story may resonate with you. If these themes are not your preference, please read with care. ✦ ✧ ✦ Kalia's life shatters the night her ex decides he's done with her - and hands her over to another dominant man she barely knows. What should have been the worst moment of her life becomes the beginning of something she never expected. Alexander is nothing like Clark. He's patient where Clark was cruel, steady where Clark was selfish, and far more dangerous than he ever lets on. And then there's Viktor - Alexander's closest friend, just as commanding, just as magnetic, and just as drawn to her. Two men who don't share each other... but share her. Two different kinds of dominance. One girl caught between them - or maybe finally, finally held. As Kalia learns their rules, their rhythms, and the safety she never knew she needed, she discovers a truth she can't ignore: She wasn't given away. She was found. A dark, emotional, reverse‑harem romance about healing, trust, and the kind of devotion that rewrites a life. ✦ dual doms ✦ one girl, two masters ✦ slow‑burn intensity ✦ emotional depth ✦ power‑exchange dynamics ✦ found‑family softness wrapped in danger

I was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled myI was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled my skirt up to my lower back and began to caress my bottom gently, over the place that he just spanked, leading to an even more profound tingle. I whined and just barley rocked against him when I felt another, slightly harsher slap land on the middle of my exposed rear, and I yelped loudly. "Kai." He rumbled, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. "You know I don't like to repeat myself." He warned and squeezed my now stinging bottom. "D-Daddy, I call you Daddy." I hurriedly answered. "Please!" I begged, wholeheartedly regretting my earlier actions today. I felt him smile against my face at that, and he chuckled darkly generating a shiver to run up my spine. What have I gotten myself into?

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're always so wet." Alecio slammed two fingers deep, thumb crushing my clit, fucking me hard and fast until my thighs shook. Emeric's control finally snapped, eyes molten as he locked his gaze on my pierced nipples. Seven's mouth found my neck, biting in perfect rhythm with Alecio on the other side. "Imagine my cock splitting you open while Seven fucks your mouth," Alecio growled against my skin, "and Emeric decides which hole we ruin next." ----------------------------- Five boys. One lie. No forgiveness. I lied on the stand. Not by mistake. Not under pressure. I did it on purpose, and I did it for something I wanted more than justice. A billionaire went to prison. The world moved on. I disappeared. Now I'm back. Enrolled at the same elite university his son and his best friends attend. I thought I could stay quiet. I thought if I kept my head down, the past would stay buried. I was wrong. They remember me. They know what I did. And they want revenge served cold, cruel, and up close. So they drag me into their world of power, privilege, and manipulation. They move me into their house. Watch me. Corner me. Study me like I'm just another secret to uncover. But I've kept darker things hidden than they can imagine. And the more they try to break me, the more they start to fracture. Because obsession works both ways. And none of us are walking away clean. A dark, slow-burn reverse harem where enemies blur into lovers and lies are foreplay.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Have you searched countlessly for the right book? And when you think you've found one it's either incomplete? Cliffhanger? Not good enough? Well I'm here to solve that problem. I honestly got tired of looking for books so I decided to make my own, honestly took me long enough. So here I am. This is a book about spanking and other things, I hope you enjoy it! Wattpad previously deleted this book so if it got out of your library I'm back. Wattpad deleted my book AGAIN and this is a fuck you to them. If any Wattpad exec or worker sees this I hope you have a horrible shitty day and you never recover from an unbearable disease. Suck a dick.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

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. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says. Book one of series

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories -- Dark Romance, Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Mask, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

"Tell me what you want, my little slave." Mercy laid me down, arms pinning me to the bed I tried so damn hard to melt into. I moaned, "Please.. don't make me beg master." He chuckled, raising my hands and whispering, "Keep what's mine right there." He let go, and I kept my arms raised over my stripped body as he said. "Shall I start here," he kissed my stomach, "Or here," my thigh, lower, he was going lower, "Perhaps, here.." --- Victoria cant remember her age or her life or even how she died. What she does know is long ago she sold her soul to a eternal life of submission, all for one man to bow to her in her mortal life. Now she's dead, with nobody with her but the man she sold her soul to. She gave him a name long ago, she calls him Mercy. Mercy can read her as he once did when she was alive, and for the first time in his immortal life he's dedicated to control everything about her. Even if it means locking her away and keeping his slave for himself. //TW torture, sex, profanity