All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

This is my first time writing. If you would like me to write more, make sure to let me know by commenting, hitting the star, following, and starting conversations with me! I tried to close my legs. "Wait! Stop! I'm still too sensitive." He slapped my pussy. "What's my name?" If it was possible, I got even more wet. "Sir, it's sir." As I tried to close my legs, his large, veiny hands forced them open. "You fucking slut. Next time address me correctly. Whores don't get pleasure. As for this pathetic pussy, I do what I want with it. You're all mine." --------------------------------------- Reviews: "I love it I love it I love it I love it!!" "The main character is sexy af" "I'm fucking bouncing off the walls! I can't wait for more!" "I loved it!"

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

/naˈta.lʲa/ (possession/object) 1.) A charming little thing. Usually consisting of two parts loveable and three parts innocent. WARNING MATURE CONTENT A story in which a young girl named natalia gets wrapped up in some trouble one night after being ditched by her best friend/roommate. she had a chance to escape her situation sooner than she might have thought but something seems to hold her back. "why do you think pink is such a beautiful color angel?" Lorenzo asked petting my hair gently as my head lay on his rising and falling chest. "yes tell us doll, what has you so attached to one color?" Francis, the other asked. his warm hands rested on my bare legs that lay across his lap. "honestly..?" I asked. I had never before found myself comfortable with a man, much less two. somehow here I am. They nodded in response to my question. "well it was always a pretty color to me, but when i got here everything you guys had for me was pink. Almost like you expected my arrival. Pink reminds me of you guys but also the magic of fate." Lorenzo smiled and kissed my cheek while Francis rubbed my right leg giving it a gentle squeeze. "we don't believe in fate doll. We determine our future. We make it for ourselves." (Cover by @shelbycdance)

[nsfw content: completed 5/5.] in which a curse leaves her especially sensitive to a demon's sinful touch. ++++ Nathan grins. "Wanna see a magic trick?" Before any party can react, his hand wraps around her wrist, the curse - powered touch sends her back arched and entire body wound tight as painfully intense sensations ravage her, again. Something between a whimper and cry fall from her lips, shaking, eye flying wide then squeezing shut. Her legs give out, but he catches her, forearm hooking around her waist, and something even stronger follows in his wake. "O - oh, p - please," she gasps, writhing in his grip. Her nails claw at his skin as agonizing bliss tears across her nerves until she's convulsing violently with another orgasm. Somehow, she manages to rip herself out of his hold, hitting the carpeted floor, still twitching and buzzingly numb. Her gaze lifts to see Michael's wide - eyed expression, then to Nathan's, black eyed and filled with bad. "Little lamb." He smiles, all teeth and carnivorous. "This is going to be fun. I've been waiting to devour you."

MxMxFxMxM "It's okay to quit, mami." Elliot whispered in my ear. Shivers shot down my back as I felt him move around me. I stared ahead, my heart beating wildly. The feeling of wooden pole lightly grazing my back. "He's right, honey. You can, we won't be mad." Vincent said. My eyes shot to his from across the mat. He stood there with his hands behind his back. I growled softly. I quickly turned and went to grab the pole but was stopped short when my body was slammed to the ground. "Mmm. Our angry little baby is getting quite frustrated." Close to my face was Sammy smirking at me. He had my body trapped under his. I felt desire and anger boil in me. "You guys don't play fair." I said softly. Sammy chuckled while he was doing that, I shot my knee up and hit his stomach. He yelped out and I quickly shot up. "Ha! I won." I said while doing a little dance. I felt a little kiss on my neck then my arms were being drawn back behind me. My eyes drooped a little as they continued down my neck. "Good job, little one. But what's going to stop you from me?" 𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎ Arabella Davis is a orphan who can't remember anything from the time she is 10. Now that she is 17 she finds herself in a mental hospital but was transferred to a school for the gifted. The Academy of Dark Arts. She meets four mysterious men who find interest in her and now they want her to themselves. DISCLAIMER- THIS IS A GROUP RELATIONSHIP AKA A POLY RELATIONSHIP. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT OR UNDERAGE PLS CLICK OFF!!!!! Thank you

❌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}