| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

Katerina has just been trying to make a dollar a day,simply a low life dancer who had nothing. Her life changed when one of her regulars made an unusual request and it was one she could not resist. If only she had known what exactly she was getting herself into. He was rude,pompous,arrogant,he knew it and he loved it. He had everything he wanted and more. He had never had anyone say no to him and when the fiery redhead refused him,he went crazy. "You do know who I am,don't you?" He asked his body almost pressing into mine. I could smell his cologne and the type of whiskey he had been sipping on. "Yeah I do. You are just another asshole who thinks he can get whatever he wants. If you do not move your ass by the time I'm done talking,you are going to have permanent scars on that pretty little face of yours" I said letting my anger coat my voice.