His eyes connect with mine and I find myself frozen in place. Reese whispers something in Draven's ear and leaves the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Draven and I alone. Why he chose to leave us alone after what has already occurred between us will remain an unsolved mystery for now. *** What people are saying... Tops comment- "This story keeps getting better, at first I wasn't keen to read, I didn't really like the beginning but it got better after each chapter, it's really good. I'm surprised this didn't blow up!" @suchitrabasumatary "Okay, The romantic in me squealed. No lie..." @babyfeysand "I'm dying over here with suspense. I can't wait for the next chapter." @BrittanyBusse "Omg love this book so far! Gets hott and heavy really fast." @tori198705 **Completed on November 19, 2019** *** **WARNING** This story is for mature readers ONLY! [18+] **This story contains: violence, strong sexual content, strong language and adult themes.** If you do not like these things, please do not attempt to read it. Thank you! Readers discretion IS advised!!! This story belongs to me and is ONLY posted on Wattpad and should not be found anywhere else. Please inform me if you see this story anywhere other than on here and under my profile, thank you! ***

The Perfect Recipe For Love: One imprisoned Mafia Don, Two spoonfuls of Sexiness, A pinch of Cockiness, And a pair of Handcuffs. All served with a healthy side of Sex.

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

UNEDITED "𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔." 18-year-old Adaline Martinez gets a summer job babysitting for the richest families in Miami Florida, The Hernandez's. What happens when Adaline gets caught up in Hernandez's rocky marriage and starts an affair with Lorenzo Hernandez. This is the only platform my book is posted on. Ranks~ #1 in desire #7 in drama

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

I reached over to open the door when his hand grabbed mine and he spun me around, pressing me against the door with his whole body. I could feel how hard he was against me. His chest I mean. I felt my breathing hitch and I lifted my eyes to meet his nervously. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice nervous. He licked his bottom lip and pressed against me even harder. He parted my thighs easily with his knee and a hand found my back forcing me to arch into him. "How long will you be defending me, max?" He asked, as I did my best to glare up at him. Something about this guy was keeping me from calling for help although he really did have me pushed up against my own door in my own office making my knees shake. "A-a year max." I said, and he smirked down at me. The innocence I didn't know he held gone. "Get the fuck off of me or I'll scream." "You won't do that." He said, calmly, moving his hips slightly against me. I gasped at the motion and then cursed the blush speeding across my face. "Why won't I?" "Because I pay well. And I know you need the money." "What would I need that money for?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "Your brother." "H-how did you?" "I have ways Xiama. One of those ways is to see who'll be defending me and to know everything about her. And don't tell me to get the fuck off because all I've heard is fuck and you don't want me to get the wrong idea."

| 18+ | Completed | • • • "Did you wax that p*ssy for me? Make it nice and smooth?" • • • River Ballas has a talent for one thing: Cooking. Well two things, if you count harboring a secret fixation on someone- a talent. Vance Lawson was her secret. Her roommate's cold and asshole-ish older brother was not supposed to be in her mind as she laid in bed at night, wondering how skilled his hands really are. And he - definitely - wasn't supposed to be on her culinary school schedule listed as the teacher in room D32.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."