She was drawn the beautiful things in life and unfortunately so was he, that is probably why he felt so drawn to her. She is gentle caring and afraid of the dangers in life. He is cold harmful and bound to break her apart.

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.

His fingers were already inside her when she grabbed the headboard. Soft moans spilled out of Nymera's mouth, but Draven caught them with his own-kissing her, deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world to unmake her. "You're soaked," he muttered against her throat, lips brushing the skin like sin. "This all for me?" She gasped as he added a second finger, curling just right. "F-fuck, Draven-" He bit her neck gently. "That's right, baby. Say my name." She wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't supposed to happen. One wild night. That's all it was supposed to be. But now her thighs were trembling, and this man-this total stranger-had her body singing like it belonged to him. He shifted down, watching her as he worked his fingers slow, then fast, teasing her swollen clit with his thumb until her moans got louder. "Shh," he smirked. "Didn't you say you're not that kind of girl?" "I hate you," she breathed, eyes fluttering shut. "No, you don't," he whispered, kissing her stomach, her hipbone, her thigh. "You just hate how much you want me." And then- She shattered. Loud. Breathless. Shaking under his touch. He grinned as he pulled his fingers from her and sucked them clean. "Good girl." *** Nymera D'Angelo never thought she'd see the man from that night again. Not after she let him tie her up, bend her over, and make her say "please" until her voice broke. But now? He's back. Wearing a gun on his hip and a fake wedding ring on his finger. Draven Kade is her new bodyguard-hired by her powerful father after three brutal attacks in one week. And they have to spend 186days together.

Willow Aburn is a shy, clumsy, innocent girl. She didn't have many friends but was kind to everyone regardless. People took advantage of her kindness but she was way too naive to notice. She was modest and very forgiving. Daire Frost is the devil in disguise. He hates any and everything, and that includes people. He has never been shown love so never experienced it. He doesn't talk much which makes his imitation look even more scarier. Daire didn't know why but found himself attached to this girl. And Willow couldn't help but smile when he was around. They were lost without each other and now they're found. Can he learn to love for her? And can he teach her to let lose?

In the frozen kingdom of Arthemia, Princess Elara's life of safety and routine is shattered in a single night. The fearsome King Kael storms the royal hall, leaving a trail of death and claims Elara for reasons she cannot understand. Pulled from her home into a world of darkness, snow, and danger, she must face terrifying creatures, uncharted lands, and a mysterious bond with a man she cannot trust. Every step is a test of courage, every breath a fight for survival. Elara's fate is now tied to a ruthless king and the chilling truth that some bonds cannot be denied. Mature contents

Previously known as: Seducing an Emperor "Our daughter is all wrong Iotiva her body is not bountiful. No man in Roma wants to marry her. They won't marry her for her intelligence that is for sure" he spat draining his glass. I sat there silently taking the blame for my fathers' lack of fortune. The gods are not looking upon us today. Or any other day. How dare they bestow this house with a daughter with golden hair. Did they not understand that a Roman man preferred dark-haired creature. Or did the gods get me just right, to the specifications of the emperor, to stir his senses, awaken his desire. And prove father wrong. Cover designed by: @officialrsc Book by: @grace034 © 2016 All rights reserved to Grace M. This book belongs to the author, therefore any quotes must clearly state its origins. Any signs of plagiarism or copying will lead to action to report you to Wattpad #6 Young 14/05/18

Her lips and chin wobbled as she backed down in the corner, with his each step towards her she took two steps back. "You smell delicious." He whispered in a low cold voice making a sob bubble in her throat. "N-no!" She stuttered as she shook her head in negative. Her wild red curls followed the movement of her head like waves. "Take off your clothes..." He rasped as his intense golden eyes peered at her like a hawk. "N-no! I w-won't let y-you touch m-me!" She stuttered as tears kissed her cheeks. He let out a dark throaty chuckle, mocking her. Sheer fear gripped her form at his words. "I will taste you!" He declared in his cold ruthless voice as those golden swirls of his eyes raked her form, leaving goosebumps on her body making her tremble back in tantalizing fear. Erotica (18+) SAMPLE!