My throat tightened. My cock throbbed against my zipper.She knew exactly what she was doing.And fuck me, I was letting her. "Keep looking at me like that." she whispered."And I might actually be merciful." I raised a brow. "Mercy, huh?" She smirked. "You'll beg for it."Then her hands were on my belt,tugging it open like it offended her. "Taking control, kitten?" I asked, voice rough."Just showing you what a bad girl can do." She pulled my zipper down and freed me, her warm breath hitting the tip, making every muscle in my body lock up. I hissed through my teeth, one hand fisting into the couch cushion beneath me, the other still tangled in her hair. Then she took me in her mouth...and fuck, I forgot how to breathe.Her tongue worked like she was born to ruin me.Slow. Messy. Purposeful. She looked up at me through her lashes, daring me to move. Daring me to break. "Shit, baby." I groaned, head dropping back against the cushion.But she didn't stop. Her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in rhythm, her mouth so warm and tight I could barely hold on. Every sound she made, every soft moan, every lick, it drove me closer to the edge. I gripped her hair tighter, forcing myself not to thrust into that pretty mouth. Her mouth was fucking heaven. Warm. Wet. Perfect.Each stroke, each flick of her tongue had me on the edge of losing it. I was close, too close. And she knew it. --------- She was never meant to love him. But now she can't live without him. Amore Ricci used to clean his floors and avoid his gaze. Now she wears his ring and carries his name. But being Dante's wife isn't a fairytale.It's obsession, scars, and danger. He protects her like she's everything. But loving him comes with a price. Enemies are circling. Ghosts from the past are rising. And Amore is no longer the girl who flinched at gunfire-she's colder, stronger, and madly in love with a man who could break her with a single lie.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." • ✧ • There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

37 years old psycho also a mafia is now caged in a hospital with chains. Even devils are scare from him. Murder of his own parents. He wasn't like this always, his past made him a psycho. Doctors used him as lab experiments and he have killed more that 10 doctors now it's her turn. 25 years old she innocent and soft.she came here to heal him but her destiny was something else. In one night she was now caged by chains in his mansion. Raped her, broke her, claimed her. Still she fall in love with him. Now she was confused who he is actually? ⚠️ This story contains dark, obsessive love, mature 18+ romance, twisted games, trauma, and possessive desire. Read at your own risk.

Anastasia Rosalie Cora is thrown into a world of lust, sin and unholy acts. For a 21 year old college student , she's sure experienced more than most girls would. Reece Alexander , a married man and ceo of a first class New York airline. A man that grabs attention without trying. His only flaw was falling for a woman who was not his wife. Anastasia was special to Reece - for various reasons. Warning Major plot twistsss Age gap Adultery Smut (graphical)- if you can't handle SEX scenes then please skip those. Fluff Angst Slow burn Toxic characters and traits Mentions of abuse (physical, emotional and mental) - not the fanfic version

"What else do you want me to say, Mia?" "Did you mean it?" There is a pause and I just-I feel exhausted, the kind that 12 hours of sleep hasn't been able to fix. "Hannah said I don't deserve to be loved, is that how you feel too?" She might not have said it in as many words but that's exactly what she meant. He takes my hand in his and kisses it. "Between the both of us-it's I who doesn't deserve to be loved." "Too bad you already are." "Please stop saying it!" he may not have screamed the words at me but he might as well have. "You think I am lying?" He holds my face with both his hands and looks deep in my eyes. "Mia, I will say this for the last time. I don't do love. I don't want to be loved by anyone and I will never fall in love with anyone ever. If you love me, keep that love to yourself. Please." "Why?" "This is the deal, Mia. Take it or leave it. I will give you my loyalty and my time but I will not have you telling me you love me ever again. I don't believe in love and I can't give you love. Can you live with that?" "What if I can't?"

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

Cassidy Clair is the one you see sitting in the back of the class. The one who makes good grades and takes the advanced classes. Cassidy doesn't have time for boys and silly drama. None of it appealed to her the cliches, the gossip, the bathroom chats. Friends didn't surround her and give her undying support. Only a few stayed around. She wanted to get through her senior year smoothly. Being freshly eighteen and coming of age to being an adult. Leaving everything behind and following her dreams was right in front of her. Until one of her classes grade started to fall through, the course was unbelievably hard, and the teacher was strict. Not to mention unbelievably handsome, making concentrating ten times harder. Lorenzo Santos was his name, the girls fawned over him, and the female staff always found a way to corner him. Subtle touches on the arms and asking for extra assistance after class. Many of those students end up walking out of his class with tears streaking their faces and their pride squashed. But when Cassidy found herself needing extra attention from her teacher, she promised herself not to become a silly school girl. The ones who hike up their skirts and reapply their lipstick before sauntering to his desk. Not to lean in too close and give the already arrogant man an ego boost. It can't be too hard. She had never tried to seduce anyone, so unintentionally seducing someone shouldn't be on her list of concerns. But once again, she doubts her abilities and makes an older man weak to his knees. Follow the forbidden lust and kindling romance story-the after-class sessions and teasing glares across the classrooms. Jealousy, hate, love, unfathomable lust, all the overwhelming emotions come crashing down after Mr. Santos asks to see Cassidy after class.

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

After spending most of her life surrounded by the noise and chaos of the big city, Winnie Grant found herself yearning for something quieter-something real. When the restlessness became too loud to ignore, she did the unthinkable: she quit her job, packed away the pieces of her old life, and accepted a new position in Red Lodge, Montana-a small town where everyone knew everyone, and secrets traveled faster than the wind. As the city skyline disappeared in her rearview mirror, Winnie could only hope she was making the right choice. Her new home was everything she hadn't realized she needed-quiet, quaint, and surrounded by the kind of stillness that made her both uneasy and comforted. After a few days of settling in, curiosity (and perhaps a touch of loneliness) led her to the local bar-a warm, wood-paneled place that smelled faintly of pine and spilled whiskey. That was where she met him. Sheriff Ben Langley. The man everyone in town seemed to know, and more than a few wished would so much as glance their way. Steady, reserved, and impossibly grounded in this small-town life-he was the last kind of man Winnie expected to notice her. But that night, under the soft glow of the bar's lights, it was the newcomer-the woman with city eyes and a quiet kind of courage-who caught his attention.