"Destiny brought you to me, Adella. I can't let you go. You're mine. You were mine from the very first moment I laid my eyes on you. I love you and I'll never let you go. You can hit me all you want but remember one thing you can't escape from me. I won't let you ever." How did I never notice his strange behaviour? How could I? He's so good at deceiving people. Who is he? Is he the same person I know? Is he the same person I fell in love with? How could he deceive me like this? ______________________________________________________________________________________ A Billionaire's deceiving story.

Rebelling against your parents is only a phase, right? Right? - 100k 1.8.20

MATURE CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ✓ DAILY UPDATES ~~ "Alright, Luke. Let's play your game. But remember, this stays between us," Layla said, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. Luke's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he moved even closer, their bodies now almost touching. "Of course, Layla. Our little secret," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her skin. Luke leaned closer, his warm breath caressing her ear as he whispered, "I'll go first. But remember, Layla, once we start, there's no turning back." Her mind teetered on the edge of reason and desire. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Okay, let's play." With a devilish grin, Luke began, his voice dripping with a seductive allure that sent shivers down her spine. "I've always fantasized about taking control, binding someone's hands and blindfolding them, and then teasing their body until they beg for release." Layla's eyes widened, her imagination conjuring vivid images of Luke's words. She felt a surge of heat between her thighs, aching for the touch and dominance he described. This was dangerous territory, and she was teetering on the edge. ~~ 18 + ONLY Copyright © FastAndDeep 2018 All Rights Reserved.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ♡ She is innocent He is sinful She is shy He is scary She is loving He is cruel She is kind He is cold-hearted She is everything that he isn't ♡ Jaden wants to ruin an angel in every way possible, with pain, pleasure and sins. A story where everything is just so simple, yet so complicated. ♡ Lillian Grant is an immensely beautiful girl, innocent and naive. She was hidden from the cruel her whole life. She grew up thinking that the world is full of rainbows and unicorns, which was far from the reality. The sweet girl's heart is made of pure gold. Lily would bring joy to the poorest soul, just by smiling. The little girl is too kind for her own good. Meet Jaden Carter, the golden boy of Atlas high. Every girl wants to be with him while every boy wants to be him. He has the looks of an angel and the personality of a devil. Girls would throw themselves to his feet, but he has the eye for someone else. Someone who despises him, someone who hates him. Or that's what she thought. ♡ [enemies to lovers] [neighbors] [smut] [fluff] [romance] [messy plot/story line] [loving characters] [touching ending] ♡ Previously known as [𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒]

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

❌WARNING: VERY MATURE ❌ |Completed| 20-year-old lingerie/lewd model for vogue and Victoria Secret, Kat Lovelace. 21-year-old sexually frustrated, amazing photographer, Ryder Bane. The two are paired together as permanent pairs in a Victoria Secret modeling competition getaway. He's staring at her all day in nothing but a few delicate laces. She's finding it fun to tease the fuck out of him while he's working. They hate each other. But they can't keep their hands off each other. They're playing a dangerous game, for the rules state there can be NO intimacy between the pairs. {Reached #1 in Model} {Reached #1 in Dominant} {Reached #1 in Risky} {Reached #1 in lovehaterelationships} {Reached #5 in lust} {Reached #2 in Lingerie}

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

Incubus ● A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with women.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.