[COMPLETED] "We both want you." Enzo tells me and I look cautiously at Killian who stares at me with an intense glare. I gulp and look away from the intimidating man. "Both?" I whisper with wide eyes and Enzo smiles, nodding his head. "Do you want that, baby? Two men pleasuring you." He brushes his knuckle against my cheek and then rubs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. "Open up for me." I stare at him with wide eyes and then clench my thighs together . What the hell am I getting myself into?! ••• Enzo and Killian are two dominants who have spent years trying to find the perfect submissive. They are just about to give up when they suddenly come across Elodie, a beautiful young woman who has the two dominants wrapped around her finger in an instant. But will Elodie be able to deal with their demands as well as their dark past. #1 in Polyamory 1st June 2021 - 29sept'21 #1 in heartbreak 5th sept 2021 #1 in bdsmrelationship 29 sept 2021 #1 in cute 29 sept 2021

He didn't steal me. He claimed me. One moment, I was dancing with my best friends. The next, the lights died-and the Dominion came. When I woke, a broken crown was inked into my ankle. His mark. Damien Voss. The man in the expensive suit. The man who watched me in the club like he already owned me. Now he does. He says I'm not merchandise. I'm his. Not because he's merciful-because he wants to keep me. Break me. Remake me. And the worst part? Some dark, hungry part of me wants him to. When he touches me, I forget to be afraid. When he whispers that he sees the monster inside me, I can't deny it. When he promises to ruin me, I wonder how it will feel to finally belong to someone who refuses to let me go. This isn't love. This is obsession. And I don't know if I'll survive it... or if I even want to.

My heart hammered against my chest as I saw who was standing infront of me. I thought I had enough time to flee, guess not. I looked behind his back intending to run through the door, away from his heated gaze. "Don't you dare." His voice still made me cower in submission, even after all these days. "I won't tell what happened between us to anyone, sir. Please, let me go." "Never. I don't fucking care even if the whole world knows about us." There was that stubborn, harsh edge in his tone that ended any protest before it could rise in my throat. I had to get out of here before he did something I would regret. "I told you to wait until I came back didn't I?" Yes, he did, but that was the only chance I had to run away from his shackles and I wasn't no fool to not take that chance. Even if I was regretting it now. "Nothing can happen-" "Strip." His command made my reasoning with him pause. "Wh-what?" I didn't mean to stutter, but I was also one second away from fainting on the velvety carpet. "You know it won't take me a second to tear that pretty dress off of your body, so don't make me come there." I knew he could tear it off without even getting one hair out of place. As it wouldn't be the first time he would be doing so. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [18+] Diamonds always stay hidden. It is us who have to find them.

Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

I never thought I'd be noticed-let alone his. One moment, I stood among the crowd, my fate a dark pit. Next, the cavernous hall froze, Zypherians and humans alike holding their breath as he emerged from the shadows: the Admiral, golden eyes burning, moving with fatal purpose. He didn't stop at protocol. He didn't stop at the fear in my chest. The Matrix itself shuddered, surrendering to a new law. In that instant, I was no one. I was someone. And I was his, forced to accept a destiny I can neither refuse nor understand. I should have run. Instead, I stood-caught between terror and the quiet, impossible pull of the one monster who had unmade the rules, just to choose me.

Last Christmas, Ophelia Darke gave herself to a monster... and he gave her a love she can't erase. A year later, she's trying to rebuild her life-working at a DV charity, volunteering at soup kitchens, burying herself in folklore and hopeless searches for the Yule Devil who shattered her heart. She hasn't touched another soul. She can't. Krampus ruined her for anyone else. But when December returns, so does the magic she tried to outrun. A tiny Christmas fairy bursts from a bell with secrets, Nicolas-the beautiful Winter King-steps into her world with dangerous interest, and the shadows begin to whisper her name again. Because Krampus is waking. Furious. Possessive. Hungry. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This story contains dark romance themes, violence, obsession, monsters, emotionally intense scenes, and sensual content. 18+ ONLY.

Cassian Drevault is a prisoner of his own madness. Born into a kingdom of cruelty and cold control, he wears his legacy like chains - and beneath the polished mask, he punishes himself for every tear Ziva Mace sheds. Three years ago, she stained his world with a single careless spill. Since then, she has been his obsession, his torment, the fracture in his fractured soul. She doesn't remember him. She never knew the man who watches her from the shadows, who lures her into a gilded cage beneath his cold estate's iron gates. He cages her body with iron rules, surveillance, and ruthless demand. But she cages his soul with silent defiance. Every tear she refuses to shed, he bleeds thrice over. Every act of resistance, he scars himself in the dark, invisible to the world. To the outside, he is the captor - the man who owns her. But in the prison of obsession and pain, the roles are blurred. She is the jailer. He is the captive. And in this poisoned dance of possession, love is a weapon, agony a currency, and freedom a cruel illusion neither can afford. --- "He built a cage of walls and whispers - but she holds the key to his prison." "She is the lock he cannot pick, the silence he cannot break." "In the end, captivity is not about chains - it's about who holds your soul."

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

What happens when your trapped in a cabin with four men who are old enough to be your father 😜 --- Aurora Bennet is driving back to Illinois in a snow storm when her car breaks down on a mountain in the middle of no where and she's forced to spend four months with four men with more demons than they can fight, will she burn in the flames or be reborn in them? Clayton Black is the silver lining on any cloudy day but when his facade falters and his demons are revealed, will he survive? Harry McCoy never wanted a family or anyone that remotely relied on him, because the only thing he can rely on is the numbers in his bank from the companies he flips, Will he ever learn to love? Levi Radcliffe needs pain to live, he needs the frill of the fight to keep his heart beating and being a wwe star keeps him alive but will he ever know how to thrive instead of just survive? Isaac Sulivan has lived his life, he's lived his dream and now he's empty. He's no longer an Olympic swimmer or a husband. In his eyes all he is, is a broken toy, an old dog who needs putting down, will he ever find a new purpose for himself ever again? Then their is Frazer, too busy to lead a life of his own and stuck in the shadow of his dad who's the mayor and glue of the small town on the mountain that becomes isolated to the world every winter, will he see the light after the dark days? --- This is a reverse harem, forced proximity, age gap book with FxMxMxMxMxM