I trembled when we entered the room. I had heard there was nothing quite like make-up sex and even experienced it once or twice with Shane. But this...this with Myrnin was so much more... I was struck silent as I watched him remove his jacket and undo the cufflinks on his now unbuttoned shirt. He slipped it off to reveal his sinewy muscles that ebbed and flowed across his chest to match his mood - or my touch. My fingers ached to trace their outlines, but I didn't dare move. There was no doubt in my mind that he was in control tonight. He walked around to my back and I felt him slowly release the zipper on my dress. It fell to the floor and I was naked before him, except for my black and white stiletto heels. He returned to my front and looked at me slowly, his eyes lingering in appreciation along the curves of my body. I quivered, every nerve ending felt like a live wire, ready to explode at his faintest touch. He sat at the edge of the bed and released himself from his pants. He stroked his hard shaft and ordered roughly, "Come here." I trembled as I walked to him and stood between his legs. "Kneel." I do not own the characters in Morganville Vampires, just the story line for this little adventure. :) :)

Corporate. The most notorious assassin ring you've never heard of. There's only one rule: complete your kill order, or be killed. Mila Cruz has been groomed from a young age to be a lethal killer, and quickly climbed the ranks to become one of Corporates most successful assassins. But while on a mission to avenge her sister's death, a Kill Order is sent out that will change her life forever. *Adult themes* 18+

Nea Riar, a human, accidentally stumbles upon a portal to another world full of everything she has thought to be a myth. There she meets five men; Fae, Demon, Shifter, Warlock, and Incubus. What these five men have in common is that they are each seen as a threat in a society ruled by matriarchy. In the world of Asorix, Arradona is a Queendom where women are superior. Most are physically closer to the size men, the difference in high not as great, and their magical capabilities are naturally stronger from birth. They dominate and tame men, claiming those they see fit as husbands to add to their growing harems. Those of the upper class compete with one another by comparing the number of husbands they have in their harems, ranging anywhere from the tens to the hundreds, and even a rare few in the thousands. In these lands, five men; Zev Dubois, Cassius Montgomery, Jaxon Novak, Ezra Larsen, and Axel Dimitrov are anomalies. They're stronger than any male that has existed, physically and in terms of magical capabilities. The extent of their power is unknown, but it's speculated that they are more powerful than women also. Their power and wealth has earned them a high status without having to marry a wife to gain it, something that was impossible before them. They are seen as a threat by the Council. In an attempt to control them, the Council orders that they must each take a wife in hopes that she can tame these men who show signs of being dominant. The women of Asorix stumble over one another trying to take at least one of the five as a husband for their harem because of their looks, money, and status in society that would all become their own. During this time the five men come across Damanea, a woman who isn't like the rest. She's the opposite of what women in their world are like. Instead of being dominant, assertive, and abusive, she's meek, cautious, and weak. So what do they do? They marry her. Updated Patreon Link: patreon.com/DRK_Stories

Wynter Graham was a quiet, timid soul-a woman who apologized too much and bent herself to the will of those around her. She'd spent most of her life trying to please others, even at the cost of her own happiness. But, as fate would have it, she became the target of the worst kind of tormentor: her stepbrother, Nigel AeTos. On the surface, Nigel appeared the perfect gentleman-a well-mannered, charming man who everyone adored. But beneath that polished veneer, he was a sinister force. A walking contradiction, his darkness simmered just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge. His obsession with Wynter was growing, spiraling dangerously out of control. He didn't like her. She was weak, unremarkable, lacking the passion and fire that drove him. Yet, no matter how much he despised her meekness, there was something about her that pulled at him in ways he couldn't comprehend. Vengeance and ecstasy became a volatile cocktail in their twisted dynamic, each encounter leaving them both more entangled. Neither was meant for the other, but somehow, they couldn't stop hurting each other. They fed off the chaos, the tension, the sharp edge of the wounds they inflicted. Vindication would come, but it would not be pretty, and neither would escape unscathed. The question remains: How long can they continue this destructive dance? How long until their pain consumes them both entirely? (Eleventh Book of the V-Series) A Stand-Alone Novel.

"If you lay another finger on my people, I will hang you up in the rafters by your wrists and slice your body directly down the middle so you can watch your organs spill out of you one by one. The pain will be excruciating." He hissed, his minty breath fanning my face and my breathing turned as erratic as my heart as he dragged a lone finger down the middle of my chest, moving the zipper with it so that his finger grazed my skin in a cutting motion. There was no reason for me to get aroused by his cruel words, but I did. This entire time I was trying to cloak my scent to prevent him from noticing, but I lost my control and there was nothing I could do to stop my scent from rising between us. I cursed in my head when his tilted, a dark brow raising. He knew. Tsking, he stopped his finger right where my heart was located, eyes locked on mine. "Well, well. Seems we have a masochist on our hands. You surprise me, kitten." He drawled, his lips curving into a dark smirk. *** They call her the soul punisher, the demon slayer. Any supernatural creature that crosses her path, feels the wrath of her blade, her murderous eyes the last thing they ever see. Vesper. She's only known one thing her entire life. Kill. Show no mercy to the creatures who carelessly murder her kind. Humans. The slayer blood runs through her veins, fuels the hatred for every immortal creature that walks the earth. Nothing stops her, no one is a match for her. Until Luka Ardelean crosses her path, an equal match she's been yearning for since she chose her blade. Now, the real challenge begins. The prize? Luka Ardelean's heart wrapped in a box with a pretty bow. ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature content such as foul language, graphic sex scenes, graphic violence, murder, and more!

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*

Javier Carlsen, the son of the legendary chess grandmaster Gander Carlsen, has lived his life in the shadow of his father's brilliance-and his countless scorned lovers. Raised by Gander alone, life was no walk in the park. Javier was his "golden son," groomed for greatness, but that golden boy was only a pawn in a game of power and manipulation. His father's empire was built on cold strategy, but the lines of betrayal were longer than Javier ever could have imagined. Zeva Hayek, a force of nature, was no stranger to pain and revenge. Fueled by the desire to get back at Gander for the lies and deceit he'd woven into her life, Zeva was ready to strike when the time was right. And when she found the perfect way to exact her vengeance, she didn't hesitate. She took the one thing that meant most to Gander: His son. Javier. Kidnapped, tortured, and pushed to the edge of his own limits, Javier is forced into a brutal and twisted battle of dominance with Zeva. It's a vicious power play-a clash of wills and desires that ignites a fire neither of them expected. Every moment is a game of control and destruction, a war waged through hate and raw need. They're both playing their own twisted versions of chess, only the stakes are higher and the moves more dangerous. But beneath the hatred, beneath the dominance, something shifts. They begin to wonder-could there be more to this connection than just pain and revenge? What if what they needed most was what they already had-each other? The question lingers, as does the tension-could they survive the game they've started, or will it consume them both? Tenth Book of the V-Series A Stand-Alone Novel.

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

"Is there a reason why you have chosen my unit for this particular mission, Colonel?" Thomas asked. "Do I need a reason?" "No, sir, I..." Thomas trailed off and a still silence fell between them before he spoke up again. "You're troubled, sir... I can sense it. There's something about this mission that you're not telling me." Kyden turned around, his steely grey eyes locked with the blue ones of his curious protege. "It is because of that intuition alone that I chose you for this mission..." Kyden approached Thomas and lowered his head. Placing a hand on his shoulder he spoke softly. "You will see things that you won't be able to comprehend. Have questions that don't have answers. Be forced to make decisions that will risk the lives of your unit... if you don't decide carefully..." "Yes, sir." Thomas adjusted the cap on his head and headed towards the door. "I will prepare my unit immediately." "Captain Thomas." Thomas looked back at Colonel Kyden. "People fear what they do not understand. Fear leads to hate. Hate leads to violence. Do not give into fear. Use that brilliant mind of yours to see past the surface." Thomas considered his Colonel's curious words and nodded respectfully before exiting. ~ "Captain, if I may," Merrick said suddenly snapping Thomas out of his thoughts. "Were you aware that Weapon 86... was a woman?" *** This is a fantasy/science-fiction story set in a post-apocalyptic world. After the "Event" that wiped out nearly half of the earth's population, The Omery Army, based in Australia, has taken on the task of protecting the remaining civilians and fighting back against mutated enemies like the Xree. On the brink of war with the Xree, General Commander Richard Rockwell has tasked Colonel Kyden's Unit X with retrieving the one weapon that could save them all: Weapon 86. But what's the truth behind Weapon 86? What is General Commander Rockwell hiding from the very people he claims to be protecting?