Kicking sand into a black girl's fresh braids probably wasn't the best way to make friends for six-year-old Marshall Stone. In fact, that's how he found a rival. Love Lewis has always disliked the boy that had her mother on a rampage when she came home with sandy hair in the first grade. She thought that would be the first and last she'd be seeing of him. Oh, how lucky she is to continue the rest of her elementary, middle, and high school years with him. Imagine the relief she felt when they began attending different colleges - ten minutes away from each other but far enough for her. Two years of only having to see him at basketball games and the occasional party turned into the result of maybe his worst idea to date. When Marshall Stone decides to rope her into a not-so-well-thought-out plan to fool his father and soon-to-be-step-mother into thinking he has a girlfriend, Love couldn't be more confused. She's sure he has girls falling at his feet, ready to throw themselves at him, completely willing to fake a relationship just for some alone time with him. So why her? Unfortunately, Marshall doesn't even know the answer to that question. But who said you can't find Love when you least expect it? Copyright © MIDNXGHTSUN

[Semi Edited ] Previously Know As 'Adoration' Book One In The Russo Series "So fucking tight" he praised backing up looking at my body as he thumbs my clit-Spreading my legs open getting full view of my aching pussy. Clenching uncontrollably around him as he brought on yet another orgasm. "Fuck,Amore your dripping" he said smirking while fingering me faster. His hands travel up and down my body before grabbing my neck. "Suck" he demanded as I took his finger in my mouth sucking and licking as if it was his dick looking him in his eyes. "Such an obedient little slut" he boasted smirking at me. - Elianna DuPont Perez was the daughter of Danger. She was the definition of beautiful and deadly. Her very name itself could bring people to their knees- Her words could leave you in a mix of not only self pity but a mix of hurt at her reckless tongue, her beauty was her power and she used it too her advantage. Leonardo Russo was the son of The Italian Mafia Don, Heir to his family's Business. He was labeled desirable and wanted by many and was known to be the son who was closed off and to himself even though he was the next heir and the future Don. He was a dangerous temptation In waiting. Their families come together and become allies for a mission. A mission which changes everything. Sparks fly, Blood is splattered and tears are shed. A beautiful recipe for disaster just waiting to happen. - Warning The writing in this book is in no way shape or form professional. This book includes mature topics and scenes so please be advised. Mentions of sex, torture, explicit language and description, weapons: knives and guns and more I'm not going to sit here and say this book is 18+ because it's not, it's more so for a mature audiences so read if you wish. ------ [ Word Count: 80,000- 100,000 words ] Most Impressive Rankings ☆ #1 In Bdsmrelationship #1 In Bwwm #4 In Passion #6 In Assassin #14 In Series #24 In Fear

[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

❝Come on beautiful, how long are you going to pretend that I'm not the reason for that❞ His eyes glide down my body and stop at my thighs that had mindlessly pressed themselves together. "When you stop pretending I'm not the reason for that" I gesture towards his legs this time, his thighs parted and the hard erection showing through his pants. I can't help but clear my throat at the print. He stands up, with no shame. Not even trying to cover or adjust himself, he only walks towards me as I sit on the chair in his office. With the nudge of his foot, he parts my legs so he can step between them, lifting my chin with his index finger and I meet those enchanting eyes. He leans closer to my ear and his hand finds its place on my thigh, causing my skin to become warmer. "I'm not pretending beautiful, I will happily admit you're the one that gets me this hard any day." Grace Kennedy is smart, beautiful and kind. She's studying to become a doctor one day but before she can afford all the expenses, she works with her mother in her family's bakery. Mariano is a man of charms and far too handsome for his own good. Emerald green eyes that could be mistaken for the actual jewel itself. His entire life revolved around his four year old daughter and his younger brother. Grace couldn't ignore how shy she felt around him as she grew to see him even more. Doing her best to keep the charming man at arm's length, it was hard to do when he knew exactly how to rile her up. She was his Beautiful Addiction. Extended Description in Introduction!

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"A kiss should come with a warning - that with the right person it could be addicting. That it burns even more to force yourself to forget about it, all I could do is think about it. Her." ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Marion Banks is struggling as a ballet dancer, with her career on the line after deciding to participate in one of the most difficult programs in NYC Ballet theater, while taking care of her mentally ill mother and staying away from the media spotlight. Danger seemed to follow, preventing Marion from leading the quiet life she wanted. After un-officially hiring a driver, Akeno Jeong, an ex-Korean veteran with a harrowing past. A man who was secretly hired as her bodyguard, but poses as a driver to raise less suspicions. With his stoic attitude and her independence, there was this connection neither of them understood, besides all their differences, the two kept finding their way to eachother after each obstacle. It's June again, but this June brought nothing but sorrows.

*SMUT WARNING* "Breathe, baby, just breathe. You got it. Just inhale and exhale. You've been doing it all your life. You can take it. They're just fingers"...for now When Infinity Maraj sets off for a summer in Spain to celebrate her college graduation take her mind off of a rough break up, she is surprised at the amount of attention she receives as a black woman. At first she drinks it up, finally feeling validated for once. However, that attention soon proves to be too much for her to handle. In this thrilling and sensual cat-and-mouse novela, the stark differences between love and lust are defined and Infinity must learn the hard way, or assume the consequences. ***Don't read this story if you're not ready to have high blood pressure, be horny and shit tears all at the same time.

Musa:𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕. /mù·ṣa/ -✯a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist. ════ ୨♡୧ ════

[UNEDITED] "So the basis of the arrangement is I will pay for your last three years of medical school, pay you a generous monthly stipend and help you get into UW's internal residency program in exchange for-" "-Sex" I cut him off frankly. "Sex?" He chuckled, shaking his head "does it look like I have trouble getting laid? No not sex. To marry me, purely for appearances of course" A blank stare flashed across my face, "I'm sorry, what?" ••• It's a classic tale with a whole new twist. He's the boy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and she's the girl who doesn't put up with anyone's shit. So naturally, he wants the one thing he can't have, her. Lennox is an aspiring oncologist by day, and a freelance escort by night. Medical school is expensive, and as a young woman in her prime she would be garnering her fair-share of one night stands anyways. Might as well turn a profit. Beckham, your typical reckless trust-fund baby. A playboy, a hothead, an all-around hot mess. He needs to grow up, or he risks losing everything. As the heir to an internationally acclaimed company marrying a doctor would be the perfect way to bring legitimacy not only to his reputation but his secure his place as CEO. There's a thousand reasons it could all go wrong, but what if by some strange stroke of luck... It all goes right? [WARNING: Story contains sexually explicit content and may not be suitable for those under the age of 18.] 12/15/20: RANKED #1 under BWWM 12/30/20: RANKED #1 under Scandalous 2/22/21: RANKED #8 under Black Girl 3/4/2021 & 3/30/21: RANKED #1 under Interracial Romance

I'm not as fragile as you think. Don't tug my hair. Grab it. Don't graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again. Don't caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in. Don't nudge my knees apart. Move them like they're yours to spread. With intention. With possession. Don't hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still. I want it to still hurt tomorrow. I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints. Don't ask me if I'm ok. Tell me I am. I need to let go and not think. I need you to make me yours. Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs. These are the things I can't control. I don't want to control. That's the point. Don't doubt. Don't worry. Don't overthink.