"Evelyn, there's a reason employees aren't close with their bosses If they do their job well, they have to put the corporation first...It's the boss's job to keep them in line, constantly supervise them, and order them around, so it's only natural most people don't like that, and therefore them. Do you understand?" "But we get along, don't we?" I asked tentatively, not trying to give away how much I believed there was something deeper between us. "Most, Evelyn." "I'm sorry I don't follow." "You don't mind being looked after, complying, or put in your place...In fact, I think you like it." ........................................... When the enticing, elegant, confident, woman who caught her eye at the bar turns out to be her boss's boss can she hide the depths of her inappropriate attraction?

When working at a failing high end restaurant in New York, Mariah Breaux knows every corner about scraping by. But when an unknown event is thrown at the restaurant by a notorious mafia, and she is asked to cater for their upcoming event for a large sum of money who is she to decline? Little did she know the event was to welcome the families new leader of the mafia, their daughter, Nova Casper.

"God dammit it clover! you had one job and that was to kill the bitch.." "I did! I blow her ass..." "YOU BLOW MY MOTHERS ASS" "WHAT NO DUMDASS I BLOW HER UP" "oh good...WAIT YOU BLOW MY MOTHER UP" *Do not worry this story will be edited soon.

Its A Full Complete Story Daisy is trap between reality and imaginary with her character Colton : : : "Is your cock full with piercings?" "Yeah." I peered over my shoulder, flashing a sexy, mischievous look. "Really." I muttered and then bit my lip. I laid my palm on the door and then leaned on it, pushing my buttock out, leaving space for her to slide her hand underneath. "There is no zipper on the dress." She whispered. Were there not? "You can still take it off. I want you to." I fluttered my eyelids at her, beckoning her to me. "I constantly wonder how it feels." My boozy breath bounced off the door.

A simple waitress girl by the name of Charlotte want to jump town, but a calm, lethal mafia boss stood in her way of that. : : "What is this?" I questioned, wide-eyed, staring up at a grinning Isami. "That is us about to teach, little Kyle Hummock here a little lesson." Her fingertips moved from my throbbing chest to my quivering lips. Looking at Kyle, he was severely battered and gasping against the tight bound that kept his breath in. "Please let him leave." She giggled, and I focused my gaze on her dark eyes. "I want him to see me fuck you, little flower." Her sardonic chuckle rings around the room. "I want him to realize how much you are mine now."

A Dark Themed Mafia Romance Clementine An English teacher is a thief, she stole one hundred thousand dollars from Nikolia Ivanov and now she wants something and that's not money...She wants her to her little plaything. : : "Bishop and Omir. They are like brothers; they would never take from me." As she leaned on the sofa, her legs extended, demonstrating how massive she was and how much she was going to fuck me up with that pistol, which she carried like a toy in her hands. "You are the only person in this town who is stupid enough to steal from me." "Wait! Wait!" Wait!" I panicked, clutching her hard-stone arm. "Just what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to fuck you for my money." She inhaled deeply and quietly. It then flows out her nose and hits my face; by this point, my heart was pounding, and I was relieved to know she was still with me. If I live, I will never consume fatty foods.

Malia stayed pressed against his chest, her eyes basically frozen open in fear. All she could feel was something cold pressed against her head. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. Less than a week ago she was sitting home with her dog. Now, she's standing here with a gun barrel pressed to her head. In front of her stood the person who got her into this mess. She was the reason why she had a fucked up ankle. She was the reason why this beautiful dress was fucked up. She was the reason why she felt this way and all that little shit had to say was "Did you miss me?"

"There's a quote by Mahmoud Darwish that plays in my mind every time I think of you." "What is it?" "And if the devil was to ever see you..he would kiss your eyes..and repent." THIS IS AN INTERSEX ROMANCE BETWEEN A 42 YEAR OLD WOMAN AND A 31 YEAR OLD INTERSEX PERSON WHO IDENTIFIES AS HE/HIM THEY/THEM. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT DO NOT READ. 18+ intersex