⚠️UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Five in the "His Girl" series. Mikkel Roberts didn't think he was gay. Hell, for all he knew he might as well have been attracted to bicycles. But for some, odd reason the second his eyes connected with Bruce's, he knew exactly what he was. Bruce Jackson wasn't some typical "bad boy". Okay, maybe he was. Being one of the first men that Adiah had brought into his gang, he was surprisingly also one of the most overlooked. He hung in the back, swinging bottles of alcohol into his mouth and doing all the dirty work. Basically, Bruce was like a hired killer for the gang. No matter how hard the person was to get to, he got him. So you can only imagine the surprise that overwhelmed him when he saw another member of his own gang walk into the bar. And not only that, but he was one of his bosses' best friends. Well, at least he's in for a ride. • Mikkel struggles in my grip, wiggling and trashing about to be free. This only makes me more irritated. Finally, I turn him around and smack his ass hard enough for him to yelp. "Quit this shit before I take you over my knee. Understand?" I growl, glaring at the side of his face. He stays quiet. Growing more angry, I grab his face and pull it toward mine. "Do not make me repeat myself." He gulps, looking into my eyes finally. I see the submissiveness slowly creep into his eyes. "Y-Yes.." I smirk, "Yes what?" "Yes 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.

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."

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

"I told you never to hang out with that idiot" he hissed as he dug under my evening dress. "Stop. We can-can't be doing thi-" I couldn't breath as he groped my breasts. "This is your punishment for being with the wrong guy". His hand trailed down from my breasts to my belly button. He used his other hand to unzip my dress. "No...stop...we have to go back to the...party...". This feeling was a feeling I never felt before. It felt good. Before I knew it, I started moaning. My inner conscious is telling me to back away and punch him. However, my body is dancing to his every move. When he was done zipping, one hand retreated to my breast while the other traveled even more to my V. His finger played around as my hips moved to his circulation. "Pl-pl-please no. Stop. It feels..." "Feels like what baby?" "Feels so GOOD!" I heard him breathe out a smirk. With my indirect confirmation, he thrusts his finger into me. Oh lord, did this ever feel so good? I started to go weak and slide down against the wall until he picked me up. "Damn I didn't know you would be so tropical down there...you are fab-" The elevator door opens. WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE CANT STAND CRAPPINESS CANT HANDLE SEXUAL CONTENT CANT HANDLE INTENSE LANGUAGE 18+ MATURE CONTENT DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU ENJOY~ <3

When a one night stand leads to an unexpected pregnancy Sofia Smith doesn't know who to go to. she tried to find the man who got her pregnant but he is nowhere to be found 6 year later, fate brings them together Joe "Devil" Collision is the boss of the biggest dangerous mafia in the world, he has no time for romance nor is he looking for it, but when he gets an unexpected call for a deal, he comes face to face with the woman he couldn't forget but had to. FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ALL COPYRIGHT RESERVED ^^^^^THERE ARE ERRORS THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED, WE ARE SLOWLY DOING THAT^^^^^^

⚠️THIS STORY IS UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Four in the "His Girl" series. Aleksander Kroesk, almost as well known in the BDSM community as Adiah Providence, has always wanted the relationship with his men to be one of... well, a pet. He finds it almost like a Daddy does to his little, he enjoys it. Sometimes he even starts to act like a Daddy, but he prefers to be called by Master, though he wouldn't mind if his sub called him Daddy or Sir, he wasn't all that picky. Walking through the halls of the BDSM club owned by Providence himself, Aleksander finds himself staring into none other than Adonis Grois' eyes. And you can imagine who stared right back. • He yanks on the leash, making me gasp and fall forward on my knees. He smirks and tugs the chain once more, looking down at me. "Come, pet." I start to crawl toward his open legs. Why am I hard? Why is this so pleasurable for me? God if Mikkel saw me right now he would be bent over laughing. I stop at his feet, unsurely looking up. He playfully rolls his eyes and tuts at me, leaning down to pull me up onto his lap. I blush, looking up at his slender and defined face. He runs a hand through my hair and then pulls it, making my head lean back slightly. "I'm going to have fun with you, pup." He grins, releasing his hold on my head to hook his finger under my collar and tug. His eyes shine with mischief, his usually light and calming eyes now sadistic and excited. If it weren't for the fact that I trust this man with my life, I would have left the second he looked at me with those torturingly wicked orbs. I gulp while he starts to pet me, dragging his fingers through hair. "A-Aleksander..." I whimper, feeling the need to be held closer than arms length. His eyes soften, probably noticing my desperate-ness that I don't bother hiding. "Sweet boy," he coos, "come here. Come to your Master."