"Ellie.. " he warned when I gently squeezed his hard bludge over the slacks causing him to cursed underneath his breathe. Mason wrapped his hand around my neck pulling my face closer to his. "I Know what are you trying to do, bella" he Whispered. A sexy smirk playing on his handsome face when I moaned feeling his another hand sliding down between my legs massaging me roughy. "And if you don't cut it out. I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good" One friday night, Ellie Rose - A breathtaking beautiful, gorgeous, innocent and successful lawyer end up encountering with a handsome- well, Insanely Handsome, Gorgeous and Sexiest man alive. Little does she knew, he's one of the most powerful and highly successful Businessman of italy. To Ellie, it was just one night stand but to him, it was something more and he wasn't planning to let her go so easily. Things started to get too much heated between them as their every night turn out to be wild and full of passionate. But.. what dark secret is Mason Williams hiding? Warning: Mature language and Adult, sexual scene. The story will be edited once it get done.

From my Filthy Fairytales Short Erotic One Shot Series: STOLEN MERMAID WITHIN THE FRAME A SINGLE TASTE THE CERISE CLOAK RED & WRATH (SEQUEL TO THE CERISE CLOAK) MY KING My King: I wasn't for the taking. Not for any king, no matter how powerful. Plenty had asked. But I did find the strange quick-witted king who'd saved me from a runaway horse intriguing enough to seduce, I still wasn't willing to marry him. Something he'd have to learn. The hard way.

I had been nearly dead, covered in blood and unable to remember anything other then I was scared. I remembered making it to the Asara Territory wall, half-starved. Jaecar, a Border Guard had found me and been kind enough to guide me into the Territory and to help me evade some of the more dangerous males of our pack...At least for awhile. But the Hayden brothers had caught my scent. Three fierce males that took me hunting and made me leave me hut. Three males that soon took me for their own under the Mating Moon. Forcefully breeding me before marking me as theirs. But something had changed for me. I'd had my first memory. Since then, more had come and I've begun forming an idea. An idea which will require the help of my three mates. A plan to rain retribution on those that had forced me bloody into the woods and killed those I loved. And I had three dangerous males at my disposal.

Samantha: Jaecar, the fiercest of the Border Guard, has always been kind to me. Indulging me despite what I thought was his lack of sexual interest. That all changed the day he told me he'd have me as his mate. I said no. Spurring Jaecar to go from the sweet boy next door to the hungry wolf with his eye on me. Jaecar: She was mine. She'd always been mine. She just didn't know it yet. I courted her, I was kind to her, all with my end goal in mind. Possessing her. She thinks she can run from me. But I know everywhere she'd go. I know everywhere she'd hide. Because I know everything about Samantha. The Mating Moon is rising. And she will be my mate. Willing or not.

Sometimes seduction is not as simple as you might think. I've been running from Jared ever since I escaped CORE. They partnered me with him for years. Now he's shown up to make me disappear. If only that'd been all he'd intended for me... He was a machine. A ruthless trained killer with an expertise in torture and seduction. A dangerous mix, I thought. I'd loved him once but soon realized that he was a sociopath. Incapable of real emotion. Exceptionally skilled in making others suffer. When I'd escaped CORE, I'd escaped him. Or so I'd hoped. But Jared is an expert hunter. An optimal predator. And I've become his favorite prey.

He came into our village like a shadow. A Dark Dread filled with powerful magic. The King merely called him Warlord. And he owned the name. Leaving wreckage in his wake. But for me he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise. As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience. Anything he wants if me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand. His power is an all consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it.

A particularly dark tale. Not for the faint of heart. He was the all-powerful Magistrate Mathis. The man that accused the witches and then found them guilty in the dungeons of WitchFall Fortress. I had feared ever being one of them, but not enough not to be determined to figure out why he didn't seem to be what he was. So I followed him into the woods one day and discovered the one secret he was willing to wreak havoc to keep. The secret he'd make me pay for ever knowing. And if he couldn't have me on my terms, well he was certainly powerful enough to find a way, wasn't he? The most horrible kind of way... Barely understanding what was happening I soon found myself in the worst place I could possibly be. And under his complete control...

I was the one the villagers called to talk to the monsters no one else dared talk to. I don't fear them. Though I know at any moment, I could be drawing my last breath. Someone had to speak for the Skins. The humans who were nearly defenseless against those monsters that reveled in their power. Torturing those they viewed as little more than insects. But all my fire and readiness to confront the bloodthirsty king of the monsters which tortured this village, did not prepare me for what I found in that mountain castle. Nor the terms he would throw down for the protection of my people. Matching wits with a monster who is both immortal, fatally charming and clever beyond what I was prepared for, is lining me up for a game of seduction I might not win. Not this time...

I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark is two-fold. Monsters are drawn to me. And I've known so many of them that I find myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human, male. I'm only drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much can I really resist their primal aggression? You'd think that with as long as I've been the Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there are so many, I don't know where to begin. Every male creature lusts for me. And I for some of them. One in particular. The worst among them. The trick I face now is in trying not to attract every unholy thing I come across. And when I do, in identifying which just want to possess me, and which might actually kill me. Or lock me away forever. So far, I'm clearly failing. On both accounts.

I had no idea why the panicked witches marked me at first. But it didn't take me long to realize I'd been sacrificed to assuage the hunger of an insatiable incubus. A man sentenced to haunt the Earth as a demon with a ravening hunger for human women. He won't leave me alone. How can I escape someone whom I can't even see until he's inside me. I can't touch until he's already feeling me. No one can see him but me. I can't make him stop. And the longer this goes on the less sure I am that I want it to.