"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

{ ONGOING } EROTIC ROMANCE ~ Callista Cassidy • Alastair Ramirez ~ In which an otherwise innocent 19 year old girl but deep down, having keen passion towards erotic novels finds her dream man, just like she read in those stories - dominating & intimidating, in her dad's boss. However, the man has one rule : If you sleep with him one night, it's your responsibility to never see him again. If he wants a taste of you, he'll make sure to get it no matter what but after that he'll leave you like a stranger because 'love' isn't his cup of tea. ~•~ Her lips turned into an 'O' as her moans became uncontrollable. "Yes please, just like that" she yelled in pleasure. "Just how?" he teased as he held her neck tightly and reached the ultimate speed of thrusting. She wanted to say something but no words could escape her lips. "Like this?" he asked, smirking. "Or maybe" he asked pounding her even faster "Like this?" She became breathless as the only sound which could leave her lips were moans. ~•~ // STARTED - NOVEMBER 2020 END - DUE // THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE SCENES AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. SOME READERS MIGHT FIND IT DISTURBING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Olivia Sullivan hates admitting that she's another number in the spoiled, fucked up rich kids statistic, but there she is. Maybe she takes the lead, but at least she knows what she is. Hell, maybe portraying herself that way is the only thing she's good at. So, what if people think she's just a pretty face? A quick fuck? A spoiled little bitch that only has friends because of how much she's worth? All of those things are the only real things in her life, the only thing she knows and can cling to. It's precisely why, when Rafael Santos is appointed as her private security detail, she decides to make his life hell. ~*~ published: 1.5.21

*SEQUEL TO 'Enemies with Benefits'* Coming soon!

If he was the darkness and she was the light.. why was she the one to destroy everyone including the light ? This IS a 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 fanfict but he comes around in chapter 12. The story is very focused on Y/N but her relationship with Mattheo is additionally very important to the plot and storyline. The beginning is "harsh" but throughout the chapters it gets very interesting and nerv racking. (I will be editing it every now and then to make sure there are no grammar issues and I might be changing some paragraphs especially at the beginning of the story) 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. #2 #majorcharacterdeath 01/06/21 #4 #dracomalfoy 14/04/21 #2 #mattheoriddle 28/02/21 #10 #harrypotter 23/04/21 #1 #enzoberkshire 10/03/21 #1 #jacobnawaro 13/09/21

❌WARNING: VERY MATURE ❌ |Completed| 20-year-old lingerie/lewd model for vogue and Victoria Secret, Kat Lovelace. 21-year-old sexually frustrated, amazing photographer, Ryder Bane. The two are paired together as permanent pairs in a Victoria Secret modeling competition getaway. He's staring at her all day in nothing but a few delicate laces. She's finding it fun to tease the fuck out of him while he's working. They hate each other. But they can't keep their hands off each other. They're playing a dangerous game, for the rules state there can be NO intimacy between the pairs. {Reached #1 in Model} {Reached #1 in Dominant} {Reached #1 in Risky} {Reached #1 in lovehaterelationships} {Reached #5 in lust} {Reached #2 in Lingerie}

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

"I'm sure you want to taste me just as much as I want to taste you." "You're wrong, so get off of me." I said sternly. "I doubt that I'm wrong açúcar." He touched my lips with his and trailed his hands up my exposed leg gently. "I want a taste of your warmth Annabelle. I want you to scream my name while you submit to me." • • • • • • • METALLIC Magazine is hosting their annual gala in the beautiful country of Portugal and Annabelle Lawrence couldn't be more excited, especially since she will be spending two weeks in the Da Silva's Palace, home of her close friend Noela. Though random sexual encounters were not in her agenda, she finds herself being seduced and distracted by Noela's charming uncle, Francisco. Their attraction is constantly denied by Annabelle who refuses to engage in any promiscuous acts from the fear that her relationship with Noela will be at risk. However, excessive indulgence isn't always a bad thing and sometimes our bodies crave the touch of illicit hands. *COMPLETED

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis