"Stop! You can't touch me like this... it's inappropriate," she gasped, her voice trembling as his hand slipped past the waistband of her shorts. "Why, baby girl? Aren't you the same one who's been craving me since we were kids? Besides, I'm your husband," he whispered with a devilish grin, his eyes dark with hunger. "No, you can't do this!" Her voice shook with defiance as she punched his chest, but before she could break free, his large hand covered her mouth, stifling her protests. Sometimes, the raw lust for someone... the need to possess them... can spiral into wicked desires, drowning everything in its path. And nothing-no boundaries, no walls-can stop it. Author's Note: Warning: This story is intended for readers 18+ due to its sensitive content. It contains themes of abuse, manipulation. Please proceed with caution as these elements may be disturbing to some readers. This narrative explores difficult and challenging themes, and I want to ensure that readers are fully aware of the nature of the story before diving in.

"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by the man whom I loved oh so dearly. Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him. He was sitting on a throne in the front of the hall. He wore a black button down, silky shirt with pants just as dark. His hair had gotten longer, his lips fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign. I had looked into those eyes so many times I had all the little blue specs memorized. He was beautiful but cold. Power radiated from him so deeply that it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know the man infront of me; I wanted to love him. But I was no fool, he was different. Darker. Stronger. Colder. Elijah stood up and made his way towards me. If I had the ability to breathe, I would have held my breath. He was so gorgeous but yet so cruel. Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only a few inches away from me, looking down at my face. I watched his eyes as they scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back up to my eyes did he speak. "Undress yourself", he demanded."

My hands started to tremble as I gazed at him under my eyelashes, I know I'm in deep shit and my punishment is going to be severe. "Strip," his voice is a barely whisper but I heard it clearly. I started pushing my nigh gown sleeve strap as he observed my every move sitting on the high sofa, sipping his whiskey. My silk nightgown which I've been wearing slid down making me stand bare in front of him. The cold air in the room hit my skin making my tits harden. His eyes drank every inch of my skin slowly. I can already feel the excitement down there, my body automatically reacts to him. "On bed, open your legs." I did whatever he said even though I feel too shy to sit like as he watches my wet pussy. "Rub yourself." My eyes widen slightly as I never rubbed myself, it's new to me.

Terry is rich, attractive and all Dom. When he sees something he likes, or more accurately, something his d**k likes, he gets it. His women are hot, successful and experienced in BDSM. Until, he meets Maggie. She's not at all his usual type. She's round, lush and a hot-mess of a woman. It's obvious she doesn't belong at La Petite Mort Club and he can't help following her. She needs someone to look out for her. She's a little rabbit in a club full of predators. When she gets herself into a situation, he has no choice but to rescue her. When he realizes that she's a natural submissive and innocent of the kinkier side of sex, he'll stop at nothing to have. He can't wait to show her how good it'll feel when she surrenders to his desires. Maggie had no idea that the club she was going to was a "sex" club. She tries not to look, but there are people doing it everywhere. She is not getting turned on by it. Not at all. Really, she isn't. All she has to do, is find her friend and get out of there. Of course, that's easier said than done. Not only has she bumped into just about every person in the club, but one of the men-a very handsome and extremely rude stranger-not only follows her, but suggests that they "do it" in the hallway. As if she'd ever do something like that. She's a recently divorced, mother of three, not some wild, young woman. She tells him, in no uncertain terms, what she thinks of his suggestion but then, she finds herself in a dangerous situation. Will the rude stranger save her, or will he turn out to be even more dangerous than the others?

Lisa and her boss, Alessandro, agree to spite their exes by pretending to date, but things begin to backfire when fake feelings become real along the way. ***** For two years, Lisa Brooks worked as a secretary to the powerful self-made billionaire, Alessandro Russo. He hardly noticed her, and to him, she was nothing more than a co-worker who wore conservative clothes, a tight bun, and followed his orders. But when Lisa's heart gets broken by her first love and Alessandro starts to lose his willpower to avoid Gretchen (his ex-girlfriend and now-client's wife), they decide to help each other out by fake dating. I mean, how hard can it be to not fall in love? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro