Sugar and Sin | Pt.2 Rome Series
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Huling na-publish Tue, Jul 22, 2025
"You and your girl need a tab?" he asked, voice smooth like he smoked cigars and drank bourbon for breakfast.
I looked over my shoulder at Zuri. "She's not mine. She's my brother's... whatever-they-are right now."
"Hm." He didn't push for details.
Micah turned his back to grab another bottle and I let myself study him-broad shoulders under a fitted black T-shirt, veins running down his forearms, the soft flex of muscle when he twisted open a cap.
Shit.
I took a long sip, letting the burn distract me.
I'd never been into men. At least, not in a real way. Never touched one, never even entertained the thought long enough to get hard from it. But sitting there, watching him work in silence, watching him exist like he didn't owe the world an explanation...
Something stirred.
He glanced back at me.
"First time here?" he asked, that low rasp curling at the end of his words.
"Yeah."
"You look it."
I arched a brow. "That supposed to mean something?"
"It means you're watching me like you're trying to figure something out." He tilted his head. "Like you don't know if you wanna buy me a drink or punch me for making you feel something."
My mouth parted-and then shut again.
What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?
Micah smirked slightly. It wasn't cocky. It wasn't even flirtatious. Just knowing. Confident in a way that made my throat dry up.
"I don't swing that way," I muttered, mostly to myself.
He leaned forward, bracing a tattooed arm on the bar. "Didn't ask if you did."
I stared at him. Heart thudding.
He straightened, tossed the towel over his shoulder, and moved on like he hadn't just thrown my entire identity off a cliff.
And that's when it started.
That quiet unraveling. That slow itch in my chest I couldn't scratch. That one moment I'd think about for weeks - when I'd catch myself glancing at other men and asking what the fuck is happening to me?
That night wasn't supposed to change anything.
But it did.
Because of him.
Because of Micah.
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Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."Kumpleto
His Name Was Tate
"Why do you keep doing stuff like that?" I asked in a whisper. I walk over to him and grab his arm to stop him from painting. His body stiffened under my touch, and I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. "What do you want from me, Tate?" I asked arms made its way around his waist. I could feel my stomach jump to my throat. I laid my head on his back, rubbing my face against him. Engulfing myself in his scent. My heart began to pound uncontrollably but I quickly regain control before I continued. "Earlier today you said you'd never see me more than a friend." His breathing was uneven. Like he was nervous. "But the way you look at me, the way you talk to me? They say something completely different." He became even more ridged under my touch. I could help but giggled at his demeanor. The usual cool, collected Tate was now at my mercy. "Do you want me as a friend-" I said in a whisper. I began to become more bold and allowed my hands to travel. They landed over his chest and I could feel his heart thumping und my hand. While the other hand glided over is abs. "-or do you want me?" I asked. He removed my hands off of him and turned so that he was facing me. The look in his eyes rocked me to my core. There was a hunger in them. And it terrified me, but in a good way. In a way I wanted to explore. A smile soon crossed his lips. He was so close that I could feel his breath. "Your treading on dangerous waters, Little owl." He said in a low tone that made my body shiver. I ignored the pounding in my head and lungs and began to move a little closer so that our bodies were flushed against each other. His arms wrapped around me quickly holding me against him. "I like danger." I said in a whisper. "I know what I want." I said I'm a drunken daze. "And what is that?" He said in a chuckle. "You." Read up on the love story of Tate and Meloni. Will this cool and calculated playboy be able to resist the charms of the innocent yet strong girl with a deadly secret?Kumpleto
𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗡
- 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽. Lenny's voice cut through the air - sharp and cold as steel. But the man didn't flinch. He smiled instead - the kind of smile that tasted like blood. He was kneeling at the edge of the bed, hands wrapped around Lenny's with a grip that should have hurt... but didn't. Instead, it sent heat rolling low in Lenny's stomach. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘯𝘰. He turned his face away, refusing to give in. - 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲, 𝗟𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆. His voice was rough, sliding over Lenny's skin like velvet laced with thorns - too close, too familiar. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁. - 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲. Lenny tried to sit up, but a broad palm hit his chest and pinned him to the mattress. The touch burned. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼. The man leaned in, torso tense beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, breath warm between clenched teeth. - 𝘕𝘰. And then... he nuzzled Lenny's cheek. Something so simple, yet so animal, that it stole the breath right out of Lenny's lungs. His stubble scraped his skin; his scent - smoke, pine, and danger - wrapped around him like a snare. - 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵? he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Lenny's ear. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁? 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. Lenny clenched his fists, but his body had already betrayed him. The man slid a thigh between his, pressing - insistently, teasing. - 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. Lenny's voice came out low, shaky. - 𝗟𝗶𝗮𝗿. Fingers crept up Lenny's neck, pausing right where his pulse fluttered under the skin. You say you hate me... but your body's already mine. Lenny opened his mouth to protest, bu
Toxic and Mine
I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.Kumpleto
Forbidden Rose
Anika Madan finds herself involved with racketeers as she gets a job as a simple wine attendant and bar-tender at Santorini's Winery and Brewery Co. Little does she know, just how familiar she really is with this place, considering she used to work with the owner himself as a teen. But at that time, he was just Zeke. The warm, friendly, kind guy that always offered a helping hand, whom she trusted and had an innocent little crush on. 4 years later, he's Ezekiel Vasilios. The cold, calculating, feared, and brutal leader of the Greek Mafia. The thought of crossing paths with him makes people's stomach churn in the most unpleasant way. He runs The Royal Chi along with its multitude of business ventures, both legal and on the illegal side. A ruthless businessman and an even more cutthroat mafia boss. No pun intended. Alas, things don't always stay the same. They are no longer the two teenagers making pasta together in their small town local restaurant. Now, they are two young adults following entirely different life paths. What happens when their world collides again for a second time? *** "If you're going to try to shoot somebody," Ezekiel gritted. My hands began thrashing against his hard chest in an angry attempt to push him away, but miserably failed when the weight from my throat went to my wrists instead. His piercing reflective eyes bored into mine until I watched him bring up his other hand. Instantly, I felt the icy touch of metal at the temple of my head. He slowly used the barrel to move a strand of my hair away, trailing it down the side of my face. Suddenly, I feel his warm minty breath fanning my ear as I froze. "Don't ever think twice about it." He murmured harshly. The heat radiating off of his body mixed with the scent of cologne invading my nostrils provided both security and danger, despite the situation we're in. "It's kill, or be killed in this world, Anika. Never forget that."
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬
{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1} 𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔 Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents'. Sure, when she gets in trouble or someone picks on her, she can defend herself perfectly fine with the way she does illegal fights and wins time after time. But it's when she's utterly alone, and locked up in her personal hell that she doesn't dare to speak up or say a thing. It's when the voices get through her that she cowers away in the shadows and doesn't dare to come out. Not even when her own life is in danger does she uses everything she's learned from that special boy with the mesmerizing smile and the kind reassuring eyes. Zina lives in her own shadows and deals with her own demons, but what happens when a random boy on a random day, decides to show more interest in her than anyone ever did? What if he tells her something that'll change her whole life?And what happens if that particular boy claims to be related to her? And is blood really thicker than water? Can her 5 caring brothers pull her out of her own shadows and free her from the voices calling her back? Or will she give in and be a danger to everyone around her? ---- "Don't break her heart." I suddenly hear Lucas speak up next to me. "How did you know?" I ask him. "The eyes. Everything you feel for her is displayed in your eyes." He answers me and I nod slowly. "I won't." I say quietly to him. "You won't what?" He says, wrinkling his brows in confusion. "Break her heart." I finish saying. I see him nod from the corner of my eyes, contemplating on what to say next. "Good." ---- No incest, nor cheating in this book!Kumpleto
Chance Encounter | A Prison Love Story✔
Short Story BWMM Cover by @HerParamour Nurses and inmates don't belonged together, but after a bloody prison fight, their two paths collide. After this chance meeting, an unexpected friendship begins. Isaac has two months until his sentence is over. And two months is all it takes for this friendship to grow into something more. Despite Isaac's natural glare, tattoos, and heavily muscled frame, he is pretty laid back and easy going. Unless you piss him off, then you'll be lucky to get away from him without crippling injuries. Isaac knows what he wants and that's Cleo. But if he doesn't make a change, Cleo just might slip through his fingers. Cleo is an energetic nurse with a personality way too bubbly to be working in a prison. She is sweet and kind to even the worst of criminals. But how far will Cleo's kindness go? Will they be able to make a relationship work? Or will their differences break them apart? *** She yanks me down to her level by my shirt, pressing her lips against mine. "Fuck, Cleo." I groan into her lips, raising my hand to grab the back of her head. I clench my fist in her hair and push her harder onto my lips. She let's out a whimper when my tongue finds it's way into her mouth. Cleo pulls back, tugging my bottom lip between her teeth for a second before she releases it. Lust runs through my body as I roughly push Cleo up against the nearest wall. I grab her chin and tilt her head to expose her neck. Cleo let's out a sound that I'm immediately addicted to as I bite down harshly on her neck, almost drawing blood. I vaguely notice her legs clench together as I sooth the bite with my tongue. I begin to suck a hickey onto her skin as she trails a shaky hand under my shirt. Just as she reaches my chest her movements freeze and her body trembles as I apply more pressure with my lips. "I-Isaac.." She moans quietly. Once satisfied, I raise my head from her neck to admire the deep purple hickey I gave her... Start:2/22/21 End:4/18/21Kumpleto
The Bodyguard's Temptation
"No, it's nothing. I guess the word itself makes me think that you think I'm attractive, but I know that's not possible. So, it's nothing, really. I just have to remind myself of that often." I was already halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing. What kind of people had she been surrounding herself with if she thought that she wasn't attractive? She was gorgeous, delicious, downright perfect in every way. I needed to show her what I saw. What she was in my eyes. I couldn't help myself. I had Genevieve up against the wall in a blink of an eye, a growl escaping my throat and mixing with her surprised gasp. Her hands still clung to the robe, trying to make herself seem smaller. I slipped one hand underneath, along her collarbone, while the other slid along her neck, to the back of her head where I gripped her loose bun and pulled it taught. "Babygirl, you're more than just attractive. You have me aching every time I set my eyes on you." My voice was a distorted growl, but I know she understood every word I said. I leaned my body in against hers to accentuate my point, and Genevieve's adorable mouth widened with a surprised gasp. I took that opportunity to claim what I'd been dreaming of since the moment I set my eyes on her. I dipped my head and locked my lips on hers, and realized in that sweet, blissful moment, that I had messed up. - Genevieve Blake was a well-known, almost famous, erotic romance author. She enjoyed meeting her fans and writing stories that made even her blush. What she hadn't planned on, though, was for a stalker to come out from the shadows and threaten her life. When the police can't do anything, she turns to Grim Security to protect her against the deranged lunatic. But who's going to protect her heart, and her body, from the intensity of Raphael Bard? **Chapters updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday! **Paperback available on Amazon! **Want early access to the entire story? Check my link in my bio on my homepage.Kumpleto
Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."
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