"God, Nathan, don't stop!" she screamed, her body eating up every thrust I gave, her hands gripping at my lower back desperately. "Ah, shit, right there!" Looking down at her writhing body beneathe me, skin glistening, bangs sticking to her forehead, with her perfect mouth letting out breathy pleas, I raced toward the edge, but remembered to be a gentleman. Ladies cum first.

𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀: 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒. /Fug·gi·tì·va/ Adjective. -❁ Someone who tries to save themself or has recovered their freedom by fleeing. ════ ୨♡୧ ════ For five years, I was treated like nothing but a piece of meat, objectified, and treated like less of a human. I was held captive against my will in that damned room, unable to feel my lungs fill with actual air, completely desensitised. Places like that change you. You forget how to breathe, to think, or to live. You are no longer the owner of your mind and soul. Your body is no longer yours. The only thing you can do is endure the abuse, but now I'm free. Thanks to a man I barely know or trust. He wants me to help him, help him get even, he claims we are a team now, but he still has secrets, so many secrets. When I look at him, I know he's as troubled as me. If I knew any better, I'd stay away from him, but I can't. He's my saviour. Will I be his? ═══════════

"Marley," he groaned against my neck when I detached our lips, needing to breathe. "Let's take this to my room," I said, cupping him through his jeans. "I have a nosey neighbor and I don't want her to see what I'm about to do to you." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ *Longer description inside ;]

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

[SAMPLE - NOW PUBLISHED] Selene Haddad works for the hottest fiction app on the market, tasked with writing romance all day. It's a dream job, minus one little aspect of it: having to work alongside Daniel Santiago, the infuriatingly attractive man who screwed her out of a massive payday. She may have written it a thousand times, but Selene is quick to learn that even in real life there truly is a thin line between love and hate.

After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 - 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅.

"That's right, princess. Scream my name" He demanded, thrusting harder against my hips. "Fuck you!" I screamed trying to contain my moans. "Seems like it"He smirked, picking up the pace. ~~~~~~ Alexis Alessandro is the CEO of her own law firm company. She is considered to be the best at her field. She is the New York's most eligible Bachelorette and she knows how to get everything she wants with just a glare. But what happens when a certain Zayn Valentine is challenged by her?hj Who will commit the crime of falling in love and be found GUILTY? #1in submission 17/5/21- 20/5 #1 in female 6/5/21 #2 in rich 4/5/21 #1 in lawyer #4 in Games 1/5/21 #5 in Lawyer 30/4/21

"𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞." Passion has had a rough upbringing. Her parents died when she was young and she was left to her drug using aunt who barely paid attention to her. She grew up lonely and unloved until her teen year when she blossomed into a beautiful young lady. She used that as her advantage and decided against focusing on school, she became a well known cam girl known as "Bliss". Maddox is the type of guy mothers worn their daughters of and dads threaten to beat up. He's well known, got girls hanging off his arm and a great group of friends. But it's not enough. So he turns to a cam girl site called "HoneyGirls" and stumbles upon Bliss, who spices up his boring, uneventful life. What happens when Bliss happens to be his neighbor.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.