Clove Tali innocent. In his eyes. Oliver Wolf a savior. In her eyes - - - - ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ ⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED⚠️ Clove left to fend for herself with her baby brother. Consumed by a physco. In the head space of a monster. A quiet innocent girl left with fear. Left with nothing but holds so much love. Oliver left with a state. Left with billions. Left with hunger and hate. Left to save his little sheep. To save her fear. To save her. Funny the one causing fear to others is the one to save his girl. - - - - - He spreads his large hand into my skirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to breathe really heavy. "No, little sheep. No me hagas castigarte. Look at me baby." He leans down to my ear. "Look at daddy while he places his hand on your flower and makes you faint from all the pleasure your pussy is receiving, si?" He says painfully stroking my princess parts. "My little toy, hm?" He says stroking, harder now. Feeling my wet panties against my flower. As he lets me explore this tingle I can never explain. ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ this has so many flippin parts bc when i wrote this and was lazy so i wrote a lot of chapters with little words lol ******* #1 in "soft"//10.1K #1 in "naive"//1.7K #1 in "innocent"//13.5K #1 in "submit"//3.9K #1 in "cute" //178K #1 in "goodgirl"//29.4K #1 in "stephenjames" //1.4K #1 in "daddy's girl" //5K #1 in "daddydom"//3.1K #1 in "daddyslittlegirl"//156 #2 in "possessive"//5.5K #2 in "love"//1.71K

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

(adj.) not aware or concerned about what is happening around one To be loved is to be seen. Dual PoV Elora Daisy Owens Is a ray of sunshine or atleast she try's to be. Believing in silver linings and happy endings, she just wants someone to ramble to, spend time with. She just wants a friend. Elijah Killian Parker Is a total grump. bored stares and hard glares are all he has to offer. Being new to the school he plans to stay away from anyone and everything. Believing nobody really wants him for him. Of course Elijah's plan to be left alone goes down the drain when Elora is asked to give him a tour of the school.

Valeska is exhausted by life. Drowning in bills, dead-end jobs, and the weight of loneliness, she's desperate for change. When she lands a live-in housekeeper position at one of the city's most luxurious estates, it feels like the chance she's been waiting for-a clean slate and a quiet place to breathe again. Luca is refined, sinfully intelligent, and dangerously charming. Every word that leaves his lips is measured, every glance deliberate. Temptation in a tailored suit with a handsome smile. Enzo is dark, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. His presence hums with danger, his stare burns like a threat and he's already decided Valeska belongs to him... and he's daring anyone to say otherwise. Valeska tries to keep her distance, but their world pulls her in filled with tension and temptation she's never known before. Their attention is overwhelming, their power intoxicating. The brothers take what they want. The brothers own what they desire. And what they desire is her. *** ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains strong language, mature themes, and explicit scenes intended for readers 18+. Reader discretion is advised.

Damian Westwood is a 30-year-old mafia boss who hunts women with red hair. Elodie is the 19-year-old florist with copper curls who accidentally stole his heart. Now, he's her stalker, her protector, and potentially her biggest threat.A dark romantic comedy about a girl who thinks she has a guardian angel, but actually has a stalker who is fighting the urge to kill her every time she smiles."

"Look at my pretty fucking girl with her pretty lips around my cock" Vivian river meets a ruthless mafia king. Lorenzo Russo meets an innocent naive girl. Both of them have no clue they've known each other since they were children. [COMPLETED]

New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Blackwell's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

He gripped my waist flipping our position, my hands quickly gripping the headboard of my bed. My legs straddled his face, my cunt hovering over his mouth. He let out a breath, the cool air made my core clench. "vince this-" I moaned lifting my hips trying to move away. I could feel myself twitching in wanted pleasure. I wanted it so bad, but he- "fucking ride." ... Highest Rankings #1- fiction #1- brothersbestfriend #1- mafiaprincess #1- language #1- mobboss #1- daddyissues #1- daddysgirl #1- spicy #2- fluffandsmut #2- dominant #4- graphiccontent #3- mafiasmut #4- billionaire

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says. Book one of series