"𝐵𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉." "𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉...𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌." - It was as though the sun escorted her wherever she went; her entire self radiated a pleasing, envious aura. Her bubbly persona never ran dry. It had me intrigued, and admittedly a bit infatuated. It also made me feel guilty about being so attracted, being so drawn to a girl who was so young and acted so childishly. But dear oh dear, did I plan on making her mine. - In which a 20-year-old, childish girl encounters rough-around-the-edges, military man, Everest Simon, who couldn't seem to get her out of his head.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

Nonno was dead... and Master was in a stupid coma thing... And, once again, a poor little Kitten was all alone in the world. After surviving the destruction of everything she knew, Kitten has to fall back on her own resources to save her two families and, in doing so, she becomes more than she ever thought she might.

Yrsa is an 18-year-old high school senior. Not much has been eventful in her life. That's until a 19-year-old Norwegian exchange student arrives at her school. BOTH PEOPLE ARE CONSENTING ADULTS! Don't forget to follow, comment, and vote! 🤍 #1 - Brat 6/20/22 & 10/14/23 #2 - DaddyIssues 8/27/22 #2 - Daddysgirl 7/9/22 #2 - Viking 3/4/23 #11 - FluffandSmut 9/2/22 #16 - Kinky 7/8/22

Saiea craves control, but when she's put in servitude to a handsome dragon mage who possesses dangerous magick, will she obsess over gaining power or choose to surrender her control? ***** Restricted by her tribe leader father and betrothed to a man who doesn't love her, Saiea wants desperately to control her own life. She finds temporary peace running away to the forest where she dreams of choosing her own fate, but freedom turns dangerous when Saiea is caught by slave traders. Sold into servitude to a solitary, handsome, and mysterious dragon-mage Master who cares deeply for her, Saiea learns there are parts of surrendering control that she enjoys. But when she discovers a powerful object that gives her unimaginable control at a terrible price, Saiea faces a choice: surrender control or let the magick consume her. (A unique master and slave / ddlg style romance set in an original fantasy world. Sweet, fluffy, and introspective, Sold shows the dark side of being overly controlling and accentuates the fact that relinquishing control to someone who has your best interests at heart and truly cares for you can be a good thing.) (Highest Ranked: #1 in Submissive, #3 in Slave, #3 in Master. Winner of Cleaved Awards: Second Place in Romance.) (© 2018 Sonic_Books All Rights Reserved)

A•tel•o•pho•bia | -The fear of imperfection; the fear of never being good enough. 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 Judas 'Jude' Campbell hates the world. Being abandoned by his parents at an extremely young age, he's been in and out the system, facing all types of abuse, until he ran away. Now Jude has developed an appetite for murder, what will happen when he breaks into a mans house, with the intent to murder, only to find he has a young woman locked in his basement?

Book 1 in Dominant Series • Mia has spent most of her life in an orphanage-sheltered and with little joy. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, however, she meets Damien, who sends her world spinning. Dominant and gorgeous, Damien is the kind of man who doesn't take no for an answer-whereas no is the only answer Mia has ever gotten. Having already experienced enough pain in her life, it's no wonder Mia is skeptical about getting close to someone...especially someone like him.

Clove Tali innocent. In his eyes. Oliver Wolf a savior. In her eyes - - - - ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ ⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED⚠️ Clove left to fend for herself with her baby brother. Consumed by a physco. In the head space of a monster. A quiet innocent girl left with fear. Left with nothing but holds so much love. Oliver left with a state. Left with billions. Left with hunger and hate. Left to save his little sheep. To save her fear. To save her. Funny the one causing fear to others is the one to save his girl. - - - - - He spreads his large hand into my skirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to breathe really heavy. "No, little sheep. No me hagas castigarte. Look at me baby." He leans down to my ear. "Look at daddy while he places his hand on your flower and makes you faint from all the pleasure your pussy is receiving, si?" He says painfully stroking my princess parts. "My little toy, hm?" He says stroking, harder now. Feeling my wet panties against my flower. As he lets me explore this tingle I can never explain. ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ this has so many flippin parts bc when i wrote this and was lazy so i wrote a lot of chapters with little words lol ******* #1 in "soft"//10.1K #1 in "naive"//1.7K #1 in "innocent"//13.5K #1 in "submit"//3.9K #1 in "cute" //178K #1 in "goodgirl"//29.4K #1 in "stephenjames" //1.4K #1 in "daddy's girl" //5K #1 in "daddydom"//3.1K #1 in "daddyslittlegirl"//156 #2 in "possessive"//5.5K #2 in "love"//1.71K

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."