"Where do you think you're going little one." Ace's warm breath caresses the back of my neck, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me towards him causing me to feel his hard bulge on my lower back. "Home." I voiced out meekly, clenching my thighs together as I felt my panties dampening. "But you're already home, babygirl." This time it was Roman who spoke as he dropped wet kisses along my jaw and neck causing my breath to hitch and a loud moan to escape my mouth. It wasn't the fact that these men were dangerous that had me hesitating, it was the fact that they were my stepbrothers. "I'm not your little one or babygirl and please refrain from touching me, brothers." I made sure to put emphasis on the word 'brothers', hoping their conscious stops their actions. "Wrong, it's 'daddies' for you, princess." Vincent whispered, his lips brushing against mine. My brows furrowed and my face morphed into a confused expression causing all three brothers to chuckle. ________________________ Bella Hearst is your average girl who gets pushed into a mess. After her mom's fifth marriage, she plans on escaping, knowing that her new stepfather and stepbrothers are people who you don't want to get involved with. But life has other things planned for her when her stepbrothers take a sudden interest in her.

❌WARNING: MATURE CONTENT❌ 27 year old Archer Stark is an assassin, he works for no one besides himself, and one night he's sent to kill a girl. 24 year old Violet Moon is a Socialite, she's a trophy wife rich girl, and she had no idea she was on someone's list. So when Archer kidnaps her and brings her back to his remote mansion to finish the job. He realizes he doesn't want to kill her. He wants her to be his submissive. He was paid to kill her, and he didn't. The two are total opposite and he's risking a lot, but something inside of him lusts to touch her, and she can't get enough.

"I fucking hate you" "I fucking hate you more" "I fucking hate how hard I wanna fuck you right now" "fucking do it then, bitch" WARNING: sexual content extreme dirty talk

"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten* Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax returns after 5 years in prison, one night with Celia becomes something more. Consumed by the desire to possess her and seek revenge, he discovers that Celia's scars are etched deeper than the ones in his soul. Get ready to feel a roller coaster of toe-curling emotions that will send your heart into a frenzy, heart-wrenching words that would make your heart whimper and scars drawn so deep that would leave your soul in tears. Follow Celia and Ax on their journey to discover that love rivals everything. Hopefully, before it is too late. Blurb created by the wonderful: @Shyneepul Warning: This book contains mature themes such as: Sexual content, Violence, Profanities, Mentions of sexual assault. Read at your own risk. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."