[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 is your average do-good lawyer on the rise to fame as a representative of young victims. Except her motivations aren't all that innocent. Rayne's only goal is to run from her past, to leave confrontation for the courtroom, no matter who or what that hurts. The task once easy soon becomes hard when an unlikely ally shows up with the truth about her twin brother. 𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒 is the Spanish mafia heir, at least, in name. Four years ago, he sat helplessly as his younger sister was snatched from his front lawn, and again when his best friend was taken months later. Up until now, he's been searching on his own. But there are new players involved; new distractions. The time for waiting is over: he needs an ally. Each fighting for a different reason, each holding onto closeted history, will the alliance prove to be worth it in the end? Or will all of their fears metastasize into something greater? 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓 is a classic jokester, hiding his personality and altruism behind false excitement and distracted ironies. With a broken child living inside of him, he finds life easier to manage so long as he keeps up appearances by entertaining a semi-toxic relationship with Blake Ruiz. Happiness is a virtue he can afford to scorn, that is, until everything he's ever craved steals his mind with dark blue Converse and black nail polish. 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑È𝐙, apathetic at best, shields his vulnerability with pride, ego, and a few too many Jack and Cokes. Men constantly fall into his trap, but when Mason makes the same mistake, things suddenly change. Traumatized from childhood, jeered by a complex he can't seem to quit, he clings to this new person. Steered by unhealed wounds, they find themselves wrapped in one another. Whoever said you needed water to drown when love is hastily included? ⤷ MULTIPLE MCS COVER: _NAVYBLUEEE_

Now that the trial has been put to rest, Rueben believes that life is on an upward trend. It's not long before he understands he is sadly mistaken. Around every corner lies a new demon lurking with the desire to rip the rug out from under him. He makes the decision to team up with a secondary squad, but in the end, he wonder it's worth. Will dragging more people he cares about into the fight to save his best friend be beneficial?-or detrimental? The answer remains unknown. Without realizing it, more enemies have accumulated in his temporary departure from mafia business. Some seek vengeance in a faceless nature, while others are those he wouldn't dare believe would hurt him. Constantly stricken with the fear that his friends and family will receive the same fate as his sister, the fight to earn their freedom grows ever present. ☽ ☾ Mason feels as if his personal life is becoming what he's always wished for; he found someone that not only lights the fire in his body, but keeps it burning. However, not all things that start well, end well. Kai has a new person in his life and he's stealing all his time. The once open communication turns into broken boundaries. As the two of them slip into the shadows, acting in unison, Mason slowly gets shoved into the dark. And now the question remains: will everything he fears become reality? Everyone finds themselves battling for something. Love. Lust. Desire. Greed. Revenge. They've all got a motive. Only problem is-someone has to take the heat for it. ⤷ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴄꜱ ꜱᴇqᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ⤷ ✩ 350, 817 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ © COPYRIGHT MARELIZXX

Deception. Betrayal. Mistrust. It seems the closer Rayne gets to the truth, the more she finds herself wanting to run away from it. It's complex and terrifying-more than she ever fathomed. New family members, good and bad, pop out at her like a branded omen. But thankfully, with Rueben and the others by her side, guiding her, she feels now, more than ever, that the truth will set them free. The battle to bring her brother home grows eerily close. Tensions begin to rise; break ups and forced splits take a toll on everyone as the heat of reality begins to catch up with growth of their situation. ☽ ☾ Mason struggles to continue his journey. Between romance and business, he feels as if his body is being pulled in every direction, leaving him blinded. Driven by emotion instead of logic, he begins to realize that the bigger picture doesn't mean he gets his happy ending. Dangerous meetings, callous events, and the prolonged deaths of those they care about hang over their heads like a dark cloud, two seconds from striking them with lightning. Everyone wants to win, but only one side will. ⤷ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴄꜱ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀʟʟᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ⤷ ✩ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ © COPYRIGHT MARELIZXX

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN