"Next time you scream my name ill be the one making you cum." He walked away shutting the door leaving me breathless and just as wet as before. MATURE CONTENT 18+

"call me 'daddy' " "but you're my step-brother." "even so, that doesn't change the fact that i'm seven years older than you." "okay ,daddy."

"Whose are you, baby?" "I'm y-yours." "No, baby, you're daddy's girl." In which a teenage girl is attracted to a twenty three year old who likes to be in control. {most impressive rankings: #1 in fivesecondsofsummer | #5 in relationship | #7 in luke | #89 in 5sos} {i don't allow translations} {cover by me} {completed}

"Your mother gave me permission to punish you any way I see fit..."

"daddy!", she moaned. god, how i love hearing that. how desperate her voice sounds and the way she squeezes her eyes shut and her muscles clench. all of it just from a simple touch. i don't even know her name yet, mildly exchanged a few words. despite everything, here she is, letting me touch her in a way she can only imagine while masturbating.

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

"With a swift motion he entered me and I cried out, and for the first time using "foul language" as I can recall Mama saying. I felt him in me, and slowly move to push himself deeper in. It still hurt like hell, but after he began to move a bit more I grew accustomed to him. My once cries of pain became cries of pleasure as he thrusted into me. At some point in time, that I can't recall, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I met his thrusts automatically. I felt myself tighten around him. And then I felt great pleasure flood out of me as I climax." •*•*•*•*•*• Shanti was born to be married, or more like sold to the highest bidder. All her life she has known this. At her first auction she was bought by the gorgeous and rich Andrew Knight. Andrew has made it clear to her that she is to refer to him as "Master". As her time with Andrew increases, Shanti begins to feel something she grew up with out. Love.

"How do I know I can trust you?" She asked, watching him carefully. "You don't." He simply said, pouring himself a glass of what she presumed to be whiskey. "And you aren't even going to try to convince me?" She inquired and he shrugged as he rolled up his sleeves and took a seat. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," he responded cockily before draining his glass empty. "And what happens if I say no?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm not holding you back," he retorted and she had to give him credit, he wasn't giving anything away. She sighed, looking back through the glass down at the people below in the rain. Could there really be a life for her here? She felt him behind her, the surge of electricity in the air causing the hairs on her neck to stand up. Resting her forehead on the cold glass, she tried to cool down the heat she felt creeping up her face. His hand was on her waist and his head then rested on her shoulder. She suddenly felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as her breath became choppy. Bracing her hands on the glass for some support, she tried to think straight. His effect on her was something she didn't think existed. His touch caused her body to respond to him in ways it shouldn't. Yet it was so natural and...real. Maybe this was what she needed. Time to be with him and realize that he was just a regular notorious billionaire playboy. Nothing more and nothing less. She desperately needed to believe that. "Yes," she gritted out, her voice sounding way too breathy and needy. "Yes what?" His voice sounded gruff and husky. It vibrated through her core and he wasn't really doing anything. "Yes, I will be your sex toy," she answered and he spun her around. "I was going for yes sir, but that could work too," he didn't give her a moment to answer as he immediately pressed his lips against hers, stealing her breath away. The Heated Series Book 2 All rights reserved Copyrighted©1999beauty.