In a district where danger lurks around every corner, Isaac North tries to live a normal life, but quickly finds himself entangled in a perilous romance with one of the most notorious figures in the Red District. Season 1 of Strip for the Devil *** In a world filled with darkness and desperation, Isaac North fights to escape his past. He finds himself drowning in debt, fighting off loansharks, and struggling to keep his head above water. But when his best friend proposes a daring solution to his financial situation, Isaac is thrust into a seductive and dangerous world he never expected. When he enters the enticing realm of strip clubs, Isaac collides with Lucien Royce, a figure both feared and revered in The Red District. Intrigued by Isaac's tenacity and resilience, Lucien is immediately drawn to him. Isaac plans to escape Lucien's treacherous world the first chance he gets, but as their relationship deepens, Isaac realizes Lucien isn't who he thought he was. As tensions simmer and desires ignite, Isaac must decide if breaking free from Lucien's hold on him is really what he wants. But is he ready for the danger that comes with it?

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

[MxMxMxMxM] ~ Charlie Hewitt has a secret: his past is not what it seems. He's managed to keep it to himself from the age of 18, when he left home, and buried himself in his friendship with Blake Anderson. But when his best friend found himself at the mercy of cruel, dominant men, Charlie stepped up. He's never regretted his decision, and he never will. But living fearlessly is easier said than done, especially when you've lived your entire life with fear. Second-guessing every breath, every word, every touch. But the first step to recovery is admitting there's a problem. Charlie clings to the belief that that's all it will take to put him on the right path. But will it? Or will the man whose been forced into so much finally snap? [Book Two. Read 'Stay High' First] Warnings: Explicit language, sexual content, violence, 18+ only. TW: sexual abuse/harassment, suicidal thoughts, abuse (physical, emotional, mental, substance, sexual). Gun violence, death, knife violence. Stalking and kidnapping. Text copyright © YeetMyselfx 2018-Present. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that is shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law.

Life really does suck for Nathaniel. With a minimum wage job as a helper for a librarian and two dead parents, his life is just piles and piles of bad events. He's practically a nobody, having no signs of luck with love, money, appearance, generally nothing. Nathaniel pushes his way through survival. But life doesn't cut him some slack even after all that. Oh, no. The unlucky boy finds himself being targeted by the world's most feared mafia after he breaks into his workplace during a night shift, a mafia who can make anybody submit with the snap of his fingers, the glare of his piercing eyes that can make the strongest people tremble like a puppy. Worst of all, Nathaniel is starting to grow a little too attached to this Mafia. (Unedited)

*There is ROUGH ANGRY SEX and if you are going to start reading remember that. I don't need anyone complaining about this book being TOO rough so CHOOSE wisely before you read* If you're into rough angry sex please enjoy ***** A mafia's son who has been feared and respected all his life A military raised child who has only wanted freedom from his overly protective father What will happen when they clash, both not scared of the other, both ready for blood, both not ready to back out, both bad but..... Who is worse? let the fight begin ******* There will be sex between two men *Rough sex* violence, death, blood, control, guns, and possessiveness. Please don't read if you are not ready for any of that, again *Don't read*. If you're not 18 and over do not read

When Mylo Heather finds himself lost at a party his friend convinced him to attend, he searches high and low for his friends that have ran off to their own corners. When searching he comes across the party host's brother, Miguel Andorran. He's sexy beyond belief, and shirtless, and wants Mylo. It's only a matter of time he gets what he wants... Oh and did I forget to mention? He's a dominant. [WARNING]: Will at some point in the very near future contain sex scenes. This is BDSM! If you no like, you have no soul! *cough cough* I mean piss off. *cough cough* I mean the exits that way. *cough cough* I have a cold! *sniffles* :'(

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

« You think you're being smart challenging me like this. » « No, but if you think I'm afraid of you, you're wrong. » « I won't be. » . . . Akara isn't a great student. The school he goes to is prestigious and hosts to a very different sort of student than Akara. It's why after years of skipping school and being generally absent during classes it shouldn't be a huge surprise that they send the school prefect, Jacob, out to babysit him. Much to their displeasure. When his friend Amir pisses off the rich school bully Atlas by stealing his phone and making him chase him all the way to the skate park tensions naturally rise between the boys and it doesn't exactly help when Akara tries to return the phone but ends up running away with it as well. Caught between pissing off a bully and the school prefect Akara's going to have a lot on his plate this year.

Allorian's read all about the shady business of selling one's body to a vampire on the internet - and looked up a good agency so he won't get into any trouble. At least that's his plan, but since when do things go according to plan? Explicit content. Don't read if you are a minor. M-rated. Shoutout to @sp-ri-ng for the amazing cover! I love it :D - WARNINGS I've received some feedback that the relationship portrayed is abusive; just as a trigger warning. There is no (with a single exception) pain for the sake of harming anyone. I'd say it is more on the forceful side, especially with the vampire-setting, and the vampire may act questionable and egocentric. Also, depression and I'd say a suicidal tendency do come up (briefly) because of these thoughtless interactions. And, uh, "Stockholm Syndrome" was mentioned, but also in the context of an overall enjoyable read. - Finished story. There are two sequels. The first is called "Blood Sucker" and about their life after the epilogue, and the second one's called "My Blood Donor". It tells the story from Dael's POV (not finished). XOXO T.

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."