Elera Carter believed in three things: loyalty, hard work, and love. So when she caught her boyfriend in bed with her best friend, something inside her broke. One drunken night later, she made a mistake. She climbed into the lap of a stranger she thought was a male stripper. He wasn't. Caspian - a man whose name carries power in the shadows of the city - is not used to reckless women who aren't afraid of him. Now she has something that belongs to him. And Caspian Valerius always takes back what's his. He calls her kitten. She calls him a storm she should run from. Neither of them plans on falling. But some storms are impossible to escape.

Girl who works at a brothal cleaning until she's bought. Sassy woman Rough dominant cowboy Monday updates Not set in current time Lila had one chance to escape her old life a train ticket and a handful of hidden coins. Instead, she found herself standing in a dusty frontier church, forced into marriage with Jace Harlan, the hard-eyed rancher who bought her to fill the empty rooms of his sprawling ranch house. From the moment the vows are spoken, Jace makes his intentions brutally clear: Lila is his wife now, and he intends to keep her. When she tries to run on their wedding night he catches her in the pitch-black scrubland bends her over his knee and teaches her the first of many painful lessons with his belt. Then he claims her completely against the barn wall rough, thorough, and without mercy marking her so deeply that no other man will ever want her. But Jace isn't just a brute. He's a man who builds for the future: a big house meant for children, a prosperous spread, and a wife he plans to tame and protect. Between stern discipline and surprising tenderness he slowly chips away at Lila's defiance. He tends her welts with gentle hands and wraps her in his clean shirts and offers her small tastes of freedom on the open range always on his terms. Lila fights him at every turn but each punishment leaves her sore and aching in more ways than one. As the days pass on the remote ranch, the line between hatred and unwanted desire begins to blur. Can a woman stolen into marriage find a way to breathe in the shadow of a possessive rancher... or will she ultimately surrender to the man who refuses to let her go?

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone.

They are all monsters and she is an innocent angel trapped in their world. Being a human in a world dominated by supernaturals is hard but it is nothing compared to being a mate for four dominating supernaturals. It get even worse if those four mates hates women to their very core.

⚠️MATURE READERS ONLY⚠️ DARK ROMANCE ⚠️ "Hush now my drahá. Cease your whimpers." He mutters ocean eyes leaving a trail of scorching fire down my flesh from the swell of my breasts to my throbbing mound. The scar that runs down his right eye is made prominent by the moonlight and the unforgiving beast meets my eyes with no hesitation, his filthy pink tongue gliding across his plump lower lip with a thirsty slowness. Seduction of an Alpha at its finest. "Spread your legs farther, Theia." He commands a dominant tone it possesses that makes me want to bend over and submit to his immoral desires. "I d-do not want this." I stutter softly unable to face the passion that lays within the depths of his impassioned orbs. Lies pool out my mouth I want this urgently but his arousal, his hunger scares me for I know he will show me no mercy. Phobos cruelly grasps my wrists locking them at my sides so he can finally discern my full bouncy breasts. My male avidly stares at my upright pink teats just begging for his tongue's love and those very dilated blues slither down to settle on my weeping cunt. With no prior warning, he coarsely thrusts his lean digits into my soggy pussy shoving them in as deep as he can and a vulgar moan departs my moist lips my head collapsing backwards to lean on his shoulder. I think I shall pass out soon. ~~~~~~~ PHOBOS is a 'childhood friends to lovers' dark romance series with an age gap of 9 years between the protagonists. It will be a rollercoaster ride of emotions but will also have tons of delicious spice to heat you up. Can be read as a stand-alone but I do recommend reading my first book DEIMOS to have a better understanding of the characters in this book! THIS BOOK IS EXCLUSIVELY PUBLISHED ON MY PATREON @Author Luna Liz! If you wish to continue reading please head over there, thank you for your love and support! #3 in LUNA #5 in BARBARIAN #9 in CRUEL

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

Book 1 of Brothers Trust Series Vivienne Monroe thought she could outrun fate. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she makes a desperate plea for escape-but the men of the Brother's Trust do not take refusals lightly. Kidnapped in the dead of night, Vivienne is thrust into a world of power, obsession, and unyielding rules, where every move is watched and every choice could cost her more than freedom. Riggs Calloway has never chosen a woman. A man of rigid control and cold authority, he keeps his heart locked behind walls of duty and danger. But the moment Vivienne is brought before him, something in her defiance, her fire, threatens to unravel everything he has built. For the first time, he must confront an uncontrollable desire-and a woman who refuses to be tamed. In a town ruled by the secretive, ruthless Brother's Trust, where ownership is law and loyalty is life, Vivienne must navigate fear, temptation, and a man who will give nothing freely-yet wants everything. To survive, she must learn that some rules are meant to be broken... and some desires are impossible to resist.

One innocent bright woman. Five cruel dark men. • • • "You fucking liars!" I stood in the middle of the room, "you-you all promised, you fucking lied!" sobbed loudly, stepping back as Giovanni started stepping forward, "No, stay the fuck away!", I tried running to the door, which made Giovanni grab my waist, pinning me against him, making me stare at everyone, holding my chin up. "Sweetheart, I only want to see you cry tears of pleasure", Xavier said, staring at me as I trashed in Giovanni's arms, "don't you enjoy cuddling us, Maevey", Romeo smiled softly as I whimpered. "Yeah baby, don't you enjoy cuddling us" Vincenzo smiled softly as Romeo, making me scream at the top of my lungs, "Shh, amore" Giovanni whispered in my ear. "You-you said you'd let me go" Giovanni rested his chin on top of my head as I cried like a bitch, "did we really?", Niccold muttered, finally standing up along the others, "Y-yes!" They all chuckled, Xavier already grabbing the handcuffs from his back pocket, along with my collar, "we never said we'd let you go", Giovanni grabbed the handcuffs from Xavier, locking my hands behind my back, Xavier putting the collar around my neck. "You're ours. Only. Fucking. Ours!".

- "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

The marriage was decided in a room that smelled of smoke, blood, and old money. She was never asked. To the world beyond the locked gates, the two brothers were monsters-names whispered in fear, kings of an underworld built on extortion, bodies, and silence. The elder brother ruled with a mind like a blade: sharp, cold, precise. He calculated lives the way others counted coins, and mercy was a language he never learned. The younger brother was worse in a different way-raised without softness, trained without restraint. A beast shaped into human form, a killing machine who understood commands better than emotions. She had never seen the outside world. Never felt sunlight without bars between her and the sky. Her life had been a narrow corridor of obedience and bruises, raised by family who taught her silence before speech and pain before hope. She learned early that surviving meant enduring, that breathing quietly was safer than breathing freely. As mentioned the credits: the pictures used in this are not mine and it's right to its respectful owners.