Kylen Amato was psychotic. It was the only word that could describe it. He enjoyed the feel of taking someone's life and he he didn't need a reason to do it. He didn't give a damn about anything or anybody but his siblings. That changed on a night out with his siblings. It was the first time he had laid eyes on his doll. He wanted to own her, possess her and he was going to do just that. He took what he wanted, no questions asked and she would be no exception. His only word for her was, Mine. Sutton Cross was a technical genius. She graduated college at the age of nineteen and went into business with her best friend, who was more like her sister. She was quiet and shy, finding it hard to talk to and trust people. However, one faithful night after celebrating a completed job, she comes across a young man that roused something inside of her. Making her want to talk to him, trust him. Even if his eyes told her that he was beyond trouble. ~~~ "K-Kylen." Sutton stuttered out as he picked her up and placed her back against the wall. "Sshh, Doll. It's okay." She wanted to believe him, but the last boy she had believed had stripped her of her virtue because he wanted to be able to say he was the one who had done it. Kylen could see the fear in her eyes and for the first time he actually cared how someone outside of his siblings felt. He leaned in and kissed her lips. "I'm not that fuck boy, Sutton." He told her. "I'll be here when you wake up in the morning." He promised her. "I-In t-the morning?" Sutton questioned confused since it was only six in the evening. "The morning." Kylen confirmed with a smirk. "Because Daddy's about to fuck you to sleep." He told her before slowly sliding into her.

Emery Amato was the only girl of the Amato siblings, but that didn't make her any less intimidating. She had made a name for herself all of her own. Specializing in getting information. Her creative ways of doing it knew no bounds and for that reason, she garnered respect alone. She felt like a Prince, because Kings had too many responsibilities, and every Prince needed a Princess. Emery first laid eyes on hers one night while she was out with her siblings. She was everything Emery could have ever wanted physically. The only word that did her justice was, Mine. Larkin Hall was your average college student. She was majoring in Business Finance and she spent a lot of her time studying. Coming from a childhood riddled with foster homes, she was determined to make something of herself. She had been dating the same guy casually for a few months, but didn't see it going anywhere serious. One night while she was out with him, her eyes landed on what she initially assumed was an attractive male, but turned out to be an attractive female. Larkin didn't know how to take it. She had never been attracted to or with a woman before, but it seemed that she was going to get a first hand lesson. One of many. ~~~ "What are you doing?" Larkin questioned as Emery pushed her backwards onto the bed before hovering over her. "Helping you study." The older woman stated, kissing on her neck. Larkin let out a small groan. "How is this supposed to help me study?" "You're holding in too much tension. I'm going to help you release it." Emery informed her as she lifted up her shirt and kissed down her stomach. When she made it to the waistband of her panties, she pulled them off of Larkin before looking up at her. "A few times." She then tacked on to her earlier statement before plunging tongue first into her pussy.

A Recipe for a Disaster Serving 6 Ingredients: 1 lb. Brute of a Sinfully Gorgeous Boss 1 lb. Shy Beautiful Broken Waitress 2 tbsp. Gorgeous Matchmaking Sister 1 1/4 tsp. of Dreamy Crush 1 cup of Sassy Best Friend 1 bowl of Melted Chocolate Method: Add Brute of a Boss and Broken Waitress to a large bowl together with a bowl of warm molten Chocolate. Stir well before adding Matchmaking Sister to the mixture. Heat one cup of Best Friend in a saucepan before drizzling over the mixture and again, stir well. Finally, for a burst of flavor garnish with a 1/4 cup of Crush. Do enjoy! --------★ UNEDITTED ˙˙˙˙˙˙ Highest Rank: #1 in Romance - 10/08/22 Highest Rank: #2 in General Fiction - 21/05/17 All Rights Reserved.

[Full novel available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited] Colbie Morris was your average twenty-seven-year-old. She's a high school history teacher, and it's her first year teaching at a new school. She enjoys her job, it was like any other. With a small exception. Dallis Banks was your typical eighteen-year-old senior. He's smart but seldom paid attention in class. He was going to inherit his father's portion of a multimillion-dollar company so he didn't see a need for school. There was, however, one class he paid attention to, and that was his history class, though his attention was paid more to his teacher, Miss Morris. ~~~ Colbie couldn't believe what was happening. Someone was controlling her body. That had to be it. There was no other explanation for why she was currently sitting on her kitchen counter, legs parted as her eighteen-year-old student played with her clit. His lips were latched onto her neck as he sucked it hard. She knew he was going to leave a bruise, that he was marking her as his. For some reason, that had her inner slut, GiGi, excited. She heard the distinct sound of a zipper and knew that he was more than likely freeing himself from his pants. Colbie knew she should have snapped out of it, and put a stop to this. Should have put a stop to it weeks ago, but again her damn body was working against her. As he thrummed her clit, she felt the head of his dick at her entrance. Lifting his head from her neck, Dallis locked his green eyes onto her brown ones. "Next time you decide to go out with another man remember this." Dallis stated, snapping his hips and burying himself to the hilt, causing her to cry out in pleasure."He can't fuck you like I'm about to."

Oakley's little sister getting engaged before her brings up all kinds of feelings - dissatisfaction being the star of the show. O can't help but long for some excitement in her straight-laced life, so when her sister, Layla, bets her to finally lose her virginity before Layla's wedding day it's an offer she can't refuse. There's only one problem - Oakley's as single as a dollar bill with no real prospects. Finding love would be great but with three months until the wedding, Oakley doesn't have the time, so she does what any logical woman would do - she hires an escort. What could possibly go wrong? *** My stories are intended for mature audiences. Age is just a number, but don't read if you can't handle it! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Synn Amato was not a nice man and he never proclaimed to be one. Heading one of the most ruthless crime rings he and his siblings are feared by all that know of them. His sole purpose was to garner the respect and fear of others while expanding his family's empire. He never needed anything else and finding a temporary pussy to wet his dick in was never the problem. One faithful outing with his siblings will change his outlook. He hadn't gone out with the intentions of finding anyone, but that was exactly what happened. It had been a while since Synn had wanted to possess someone in the way he instantly did her. There was only one word he could think of to describe her, Mine. Nyela Everett, wasn't your average woman. She ran her own business along with her best friend who was more of a sister. What they truly did, no one knew, and she liked it that way. It was a night after completing their latest job that she saw him. He screamed danger. He was everything her mother had ever warned her as a teenager about and she was sure she should have stayed away; but danger had always called to her and she had always went head first. She could see that he was used to getting his way, but Nyela was prepared to show him that he had met his match. ~~~ Her hand flew out and she slapped him across the face. She could see the slight surprise in his eyes before those green eyes narrowed at her. The look held within would have been enough to send her running if she were a lesser woman, but she was not scared of him. Synn advanced on her, his hand shooting out to wrap around her neck tightly. Instinctively she went to hit him again, but he caught her hand. When she tried with her other one, he simply blocked it with the arm of the hand he had wrapped around her throat. He was fast in shifting them around and Nyela found herself leaning over his desk, with his grip on the back of her neck. "You'll pay for that." He whispered in her ear.

Riny "Kae" Francisque is definite that she will never live to see the day of her true happiness. It has been set in stone since the day that she was born. She feels destined for a future of misfortunes. Her life is a living hell filled with constant abuse from both her aunt and a vulgar husband who strive to remind her how worthless she is. Trying to make the best of her life, Riny attempts to mend the remainder of the family she has left. But things go left when she witnesses her aunt being plummeted to death by her husband. In fear, Riny runs away from the home she's spent the entirety of her life in. No longer feeling safe where she is, Riny moves out of the state of Chicago where she encounters a brutal scene of a man being beaten by a mob of men. Unfortunately, they spot her and she is knocked unconscious and brought to an unfamiliar place. Riny meets the Pakhan, otherwise known as the leader of all bosses, and is left on trial to prove her innocence to the Vasiliev family. She gains the trust of everyone in the house and for once her life seems to be going right, she is protected, she is loved, she is happy. But happens when that runs out? Will she remain with the family she's grown to know? Or will she leave all that she's built for one big mistake? Will her love, life, and happiness be right behind her?

When a much younger Irish hitman falls for a seasoned colored lounge singer in 1930's Chicago, trouble is right behind them. Between his obligations to his boss and a jealous ex, can these two lovers find a way or are they doomed to a tragic end?

At age 25, Imani Forde doesn't quite know what to do when a house fire makes her lose everything that she has. She isn't sure how she will cope until she is offered a large amount of money in return for her taking on a job with the iciest human on earth. Handsome, intelligent and complicated are three words that can be used to describe Vincent Pellegrino. Son of multi millionaire Giovanni Pellegrino, taking over the family business is what is expected out of him. But expectations and reality prove to be two different things when it comes to Vincent. When their two worlds collide, an act of kindness begins a spiral of emotions for the both of them. THIS IS IN AN INTERRACIAL BW/WM. I AM SIMPLY MAKING YOU AWARE SO THAT YOU KNOW. IF RACE REALLY PLAYS A BIG PART IN YOUR ENJOYMENT THEN I'M SORRY GUYS, YOU PROBABLY WON'T LIKE IT. :D Happy Reading.

Ashton Amato was laid back. While he wasn't one you wanted to try, he was more lax than his siblings. Having a bit more patience, which was probably why he dealt with his families employees. That didn't, however mean that he was a pushover and he was quick to make an example out of anyone who tried, to show others where not to over step. One night while out with his siblings, he spotted a honey skinned vixen at the bar. She was different from his normal type. Simply because she was taller than what he normally went for, but that added to his attraction to her. She was incredible and the only word he could put to her was, Mine. Korrae Sims was independent. She didn't need a man for anything and she let it be known each time one approached her incorrectly. But while waiting for a friend one night, she saw one of the finest men she had ever seen and it threw her for a loop. She had never been attracted to white men before, but this one had her rubbing her thighs together. The look in his eyes, spoke to her. Told a story of what he wanted to do to her. Not liking her reaction to him she vowed to ignore him the rest of that night, knowing she would probably never see him again. However, it seemed that fate was not so kind to her and she began to see him everywhere she went. ~~~ "Why can't you just leave me alone?" Korrae questioned. "Because you don't actually want me to." Ashton responded. "I don't like you." "You're such a bad liar, Little Vixen." Ashton responded licking his lips as he eyed her up and down. Korrae took a step back, intent on turning and walking away from him. However, he reached out and grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked her to him. Before she could say anything he had molded his lips to hers. After a few moments he pulled away. She whimpered in displeasure. "You don't like me, Little Vixen. Remember?" He spoke against her lips, before pulling away and turning to leave her standing there, in the dressing room of her boutique.