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"I know you like me Alex " Prince zander whispers in my neck I shiver as his heated breath touches it " I  don't know what your talking about "
"I think you do " he then grads my waist and pulls me closer I almost pass out from the heat of his body "you know what I think Alex I think you are hiding the way you feel because of Jane you think I want her more then you " the was right why would he want me I was nothing compared to her "well that's were your wrong because I want you and only you " he then kisses  me I moan lightly "ha  that's all I needed "he then walks of leaving me there wanting more what was this crazy ,sexy prince doing to me !!All Rights Reserved

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Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

Dreams (Zarry) by MaryC_DT

"This might sound strange, but..." he took a deep breath before continuing. "I dreamed of you." That was interesting. "You did?" "Yes, it was very... intense." "Tell me about it," I said to him. "If you want to. I mean, you don't have to." He had dreamed of me. Does that mean I left just as much of an impression on him as he did on me? I was so curious now and hoped he would share his dream with me. "Uhm... I was so... it felt so real," he said and the hairs in the back of my neck stood up and a shiver ran down my spine. Warnings: Some explicit language Sexual Scenes

The Distance Between Us by IkehElizabethChiamak

"Aria..." the Sultan called. "Will it not be better if I get to marry you instead of the Prince?" I had never thought that I would one day be standing in front of this man again. His beautiful, captivating eyes which would stare at me with passion heating in them, seemed to express his uncertainty and desires. This man... This delectable man. I know I what I want, and I know what he wants. I want him as much as he wants me. But our whole world is an upside down crisis... "...Why do you keep doing this to me?" I asked,squirming as the hard calluses of his hand brushed against the inside of my thigh as he encouraged my hips higher. I could feel his breath on my face,raspy and hot. His body burning from exhaustion and surprisingly,his palms were very cold on my skin. His beautiful hands that did terrible things,would shamelessly ignite a spark from within me at the slightest touch,causing me to respond to him like a bïtch in heat. Oh I hated how vulnerable I was underneath him. Yet... I loved it. I have been crazed,mentally disorganized and nothing within me could keep fighting my desire for him. "You pretend to hate it,but if I touch you here..." My lips quivered when I felt his fingers on my most sensitive spot. And staring into his eyes that were now taunting me,I felt naked and helpless. He knows my weaknesses,my strengths,he knows what to say and where to touch and right now,my eyes weren't even denying a thing. "Do I lie,sweetheart?" He asked. "No... Master." I scarcely breathed. It was at that moment that it became evident to me that no matter how hard I tried to deny it,no matter how hard I tried to wrestle with these feelings,I am only going to keep being at war with myself. Oh... what a blessing it is to be fucked by him... I want this handsome Sultan to make love to me right here and right now. And... I want to be his forever.

MAFIA TIES by LunaRayWrites

"Alex, people are watching " I whisper "Let them" he continues kissing my neck and its driving me nuts, this man is shameless. I can't be feeling like this in public so I push him but he doesn't budge "Is Luca nicer than me?" He asks as his lips graze my cheekbone "Alexander..." "Tell me" he demands "Alex.. " I whisper again breathlessly, I hate that he has this much effect on me and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it... Okay no, I might love it a bit. "Tell me Sophia, is he nicer than me?" he presses on and kisses the corner of my lips and more eyes focus on us. How can he not be bothered "No, no he's not" I say breathlessly and he pulls away with a satisfied smile but keeps his arm around my waist

Scarlet Red ✔ by Happyharriet

What the fuck do you want?"I asked. "Get dressed we're going out"he says. "Hell nah, I ain't going no where"I say going back to my room. All I want to do is sleep and I won't let anybody stop me. I feel a muscular hand snake around my waist pulling me out of my room. "I can't fall asleep so you can't sleep too!" He says forcefully. "I hate you!" I scream. "No you don't, you adore me" he chuckles "Keep dreaming boy" I wanted him to let go of me, not because I didn't like it but because his touch, was driving me insane. It felt great and I can't afford to fall for him, I mean look at him who wouldn't fall for that handsome face and crazy person but that was problem. I'm not his type. He turned me around and this time I was facing him, our eyes met and I couldn't deny it, it felt great to be in his arms. His eyes lowered and fell on my lips. Before I could even say my name, he kisses me. My eyes widened in shocked but I gave in and wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes. God damn!his lips are soft. It was slow and gentle, his hands moved to my face as he increased the pace. My hands moved to his soft black hair. God! I've always wanted to touch it I let out a moan and he slipped his tongue in making the kiss hotter. It was the best feeling on earth. We both pulled away at the same time, panting. Damon and Scarlet, two different people brought together by fate but separated by life. Will they find each other again and just live with the memories of what that had??

My New Muse (XXX) (Completed) by AliyahEzinma

This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

The Prince's Assassin by Sian2468

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From Death to Life- Book One by chloblla

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Invade me (book 1) by The_Mad_Nation

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Demons Love by HADES_ANGEL666

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Reaping The Red Heir

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.