|| UNDER CONSTRUCTION 2023 || He gripped my cheeks forcefully opening my mouth as I panted, "Excuse you?" My cheeks burned at his warm touch, and I gulped. "I-I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again." I choked out. He bent down to my level, and whispered into my ear, "You are mine, and only mine." I nodded, "Yes, sir. I am yours." His sexy smirk tugged at his lips, "Good girl."

Lilly doesn't do names, dates, or feelings. And Lilly certainly doesn't do commitment.

Alex is a sadist and a masochist, in a desperate search of finding light in a life of darkness. Nicole is the all too willing sub that falls in love with him, and into his control. Could she be his light? UNDER REVISION NEW CHAPTERS SOON

**MATURE CONTENT** He lifted up my patterned skirt with his cruel hands. The same hands that drove me to despair. I let out a faint sigh as he glanced at my exposed nakedness and then glanced up at me with his penetrating eyes. Those same eyes that made my whole being shake. "She's mine now." He voiced while mindlessly rubbing my opening. ••• Ivy Williams grew up in a boring town in Maine. She longed for a new start due to the lack of love from her family and no one to go to in her town. She felt lonely and felt like her life was an endless loop of blankness. Until, she met him. Jack Knight was her teacher at her new boarding school. He wanted her and she wanted him but he had a dark secret that changed Ivy and her perception of intimacy. Did he change her for the best or for the worst?

Cover made by @GoldenPaper_Planes Everyone from my mafia new wife,Mine books this book isn't like them. This book is ddlg, its not edited and my grammar sucks. "You want to go home with me?" He asked me. I nodded. "Your pretty". I said touching his cheek. He chuckled showing a dimple and showing his pearly white teeth. "And your beautiful principessa". He said. ------------ This is not how you actually get a dom. The story start off fast. It should of started off slow but i wrote this story when i was 14 and was very impatient.🙃

Isabella Summer is a bright, bookish seventeen-year-old, counting down the days until she graduates and leaves for her dream college in another state. She dreams of becoming an author, living a quiet, peaceful life, and finding the kind of fairytale love she's only ever read about in books. Xavier Velders is a man who seems almost unreal-perfectly sculpted, magnetic, and terrifyingly untouchable. Yet behind that flawless exterior lies a ruthless, cold-blooded force: a king of the underworld, a master of countless corporations worth billions, feared by many and envied by all. When fate brings Isabella and Xavier together, their worlds collide in a storm of desire, danger, and obsession. She wants nothing to do with him. He wants everything. And neither of them will ever be the same.

Silva wants what he shouldn't have and takes what he can't desire. He should've known. Irisa offsets the brittle balance of diabolical cruelty, but it's a forgivable transgression that he's willing to make an exception for. She's a simple girl with a special smile; something opposite of him as it burns into his skin with regret. Regret that he doesn't have her. He doesn't know if he wants to kiss the smile away or wrap his hand around her fragile neck until the light fades to black. He's a nightmare wrapped in visceral ink, a frighteningly obsessive man with missing morals. Silva would rip his heart out if she asks; he is selfishly generous to her whims. *** This contains sensitive material that will be triggering to some, reader discretion is advised. Mature contents. Copyright © 2020 by Celia Crown

𝘛𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥

Squeeze again," he murmured against my lips. I giggled, and replied with an "Uh, uh..." He grabbed both my wrists and pushed me hard against the door. He retreated from my lips and I panted, excited and elated that I could make him as crazy as he made me. His lips were pressed to my ear, his ragged breathing only exciting me further. "You test me Mya," he growled, "I guess I'll have to make you beg as well to make me feel better." "I'm sorry," I whispered, albeit insincerely, since I anticipated with pleasure what he would do to make me beg. "Uh, uh," he replied. "Too late for that. Now, turn so we can begin."

Read this mf please.