Draco Malfoy has become a stripper since graduating from Hogwarts, living by one rule: never take anyone home. One night, just before performing, Draco sees his one weakness in the crowd. He snatches a mask to hide his face, and steps out to perform in front of Hermione Granger Hermione has just recently split with her long term boyfriend Ronald Weasley. After hearing of the strip club on Knockturn Alley, she convinces herself to give it a shot. Right away, she is called out by one of the strippers, and bought a drink. She is intrigued and attracted to this young male, and from that night forward, is determined to get him to take off his mask. MATURE CONTENT

I started to walk away, but was pushed with my face against the wall. "Obedience. That is what you need." His body was pressed against me, his breath hot in my ear. "Punishment" I could feel the smirk on his lips as he lightly bit my ear; I could hear the strain in his voice, holding back. I heard someone moan and realized it was my traitorous body. ***PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I WAS YOUNG AND HAD NO EXPERIENCE WRITING THIS-THE BEGINNING OF THIS STORY IS QUITE AMUSINGLY SHITTY, PLEASE STICK TO THE END WHERE I EVENTUALLY LEARN A THING OR TWO. THIS BOOK IS UNDERGOING EDITING, BUT IT IS IN A DRAFT SO IT DOES NOT AFFECT YOUR CURRENT READING.***

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are mine.... Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work for a strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (This is my book from Chapters Interactive Stories. Since the writing style is different on that app, I had to adjust and make a few minor changes.) Kitten has over 1 million reads on Chapters! I'm so over the moon that they love it so much and I hope you guys love it too! Please do not copy my book! I worked hard on it and would appreciate it if you didnt steal my work.

"You're not a plaything." He insisted. "Then, what am I?" I asked. "My little girl." My lips curled upwards at his response. She was just eighteen, and he was thirty-five. She was a cute socialite and he was a handsome caterer. He read her like a book, and she found her defenses begin to crumble.

Luna is a girl who had to leave home due to unfortunate circumstances. She decides to live with a family friend, a set of twins who go by Jay and Danny. Luna unintentionally tempts them, and leaves them wanting her all for themselves. Will she be able to handle her two new daddies?

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."

We were quiet for a few minutes before he turned to me with a serious look on his face, "Don't go out drinking again," he stated. "I'm being serious, Mia, you have no idea what could happen to you." I rolled my eyes at his slight overprotectiveness before saying, "You're not my father, and I know exactly what could happen I just chose not to focus on the negatives." He contemplated his thoughts before saying, "While I may not be your father, you can certainly call me daddy." ... BOOK ONE OF THE HAYES INSTALLMENT.