Alexander Viotto-Ashford is a man of mystery. He goes through life with an intense glare, not caring who he hurts. Constantly on the move to manage his many businesses around the world, he doesn't have a place to call home or a family to call his own. He has all the luxuries a person could dream of, but not a single soul to share it with because of his harsh nature. However, when he sets his eyes on one particular maid in his grandfather's mansion, they don't seem to move. Rachel Harrison is a beauty that has the power to turn harsh to soft. Struggling to lead a fulfilling life after being dumped by her mother, Rachel doesn't have much to lose when the handsome billionaire asks her for a life long commitment. * * * * * * -COMPLETED -This story is rated mature because of the strong language and sexual scenes. -This book is partly edited, not fully edited.

"I'm sure you want to taste me just as much as I want to taste you." "You're wrong, so get off of me." I said sternly. "I doubt that I'm wrong açúcar." He touched my lips with his and trailed his hands up my exposed leg gently. "I want a taste of your warmth Annabelle. I want you to scream my name while you submit to me." • • • • • • • METALLIC Magazine is hosting their annual gala in the beautiful country of Portugal and Annabelle Lawrence couldn't be more excited, especially since she will be spending two weeks in the Da Silva's Palace, home of her close friend Noela. Though random sexual encounters were not in her agenda, she finds herself being seduced and distracted by Noela's charming uncle, Francisco. Their attraction is constantly denied by Annabelle who refuses to engage in any promiscuous acts from the fear that her relationship with Noela will be at risk. However, excessive indulgence isn't always a bad thing and sometimes our bodies crave the touch of illicit hands. *COMPLETED

"I am so sorry Jasmine, that is not what I meant please stop crying. I don't want you to cry, please hit me but don't cry, I didn't mean to hurt you." He said still holding onto me tightly even though my nails were scratching him mercilessly. "Let go of me you jerk, I hate you! I hate you!" I screamed on top of my voice still digging my nails into his skin. "I know, I don't deserve to be love by someone as perfect as you, I don't worth your love. I am a bad guy and that is why I am fighting whatever feelings I am developing for you. I know I will hurt you but I want you to be happy, I don't deserve you. I am sorry for causing you pains" He said whimpering. No way, he is not crying, Hugh can't cry because of me? He didn't just say he love me and is trying to prevent it, no Jasmine you are hallucinating. "Please stop crying, I am sorry." He said and sniffles while he kissed my hair. //COMPLETED!//

"One" he says going a little faster. He sits back up and goes deeper. "Twwooo" i moan out. "Threee" and i let loose. I scream out his name. I feel him fill the condom up inside of me. He groan out yelling out curse words. He leans back down. "You, baby girl, i love you"

**#1 in possessive 17/05/20** **#1 in sexualthemes 26/06/20** **#3 in teenfiction 20/05/20** **#48 in romance 24/05/20** **#18 in slowburn 13/11/20** **#6 in lust 29/12/20** "Don't be mistaken Renée, you are mine. If you don't want me to kiss you, fine I won't. If you don't want me to touch you fine, I'll always respect your choice but that doesn't mean you can kiss anyone else," he says through his teeth.

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

"Sell your virginity to me and I will clear your father's debt." ~~.~~ Angelique Ryans had a promising future ahead of her. Prestige school, lovable personality, talent. She had it all, until the day her father gambled away their lives to a man famed for brutality. The choice was simple - strip for the mafia or die a miserable death. Or..to strike a deal with the devil himself. Nikolai Ivanov had his sights set on her. An innocent and pure Angel - all his to break. Ruling with an iron fist and wicked heart, he was ought to ruin her. Every curve of her was made for him to take and ravish. Only, this Angel is fiercer then she seems. She's the light to his darkness. The calm to his storm. In the end...who will break first?

And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED