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You're right, Abby. You did see me. I've been showing up there a lot. Just to catch a glimpse of you. And until yesterday I've had no luck." I brush my hands along the clothes hanging as I walk closer to her. "So I sat there for an hour just to watch you. It was the best hour of therapy I've ever had." I take the nightgown from her hand, debating on whether I should put it on her or throw it to the ground. "Jackson" She whispers my name like a prayer. I close my eyes and rest my head against hers. "Say it again, Please." "Jackson" Her voice still breathy. Letting the garment drop to the floor i hold her hips. "You're mine Abigail. Do you understand? I'll never be able to let you go." "Then don't Jax." Abby's future brother in law assigns his cousin, and head of security Jackson; to be her personal bodyguard. She wants him to be more than that. Her sister Celeste wants her to find the love of her life-as long as it isn't Jackson. And all Jackson wants is Abbigail. He knows his criminal past and time in jail doesn't make him good enough for her but he can't keep his mind off of her. Being around her 24/7 doesn't help. Their relationship blossoms, but someone has been watching them, and is hell bent on ending their little romance. Even if it means kidnapping Abby. Read to find out what happens. **this story is rated mature. Mature scenes, language and themed. If you aren't into explicit details of an intimate scene then scroll to the next story. Don't report, or complain about a sex scene when you've been warned. Please feel free to leave comments or questions. I always answer. Updates should be frequent. And please don't forget to hit the star and like it. And please follow for updates! Happy reading!***

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

Rated R "Please, faster," I begged but he didn't oblige. "No, my control, my pace," he said. Then, I felt his lips on mine as he continued easing in and out of me. I kissed him with passion, letting him dominate the kiss, knowing that I would never win. Master left my lips as his trailed from my shoulder until my earlobe. He nipped on it while he slowly and seductively whispered, "I want to be deep inside you, I want my cóck so deep that I am fúcking your womb as you scream my name in pleasure, begging for more. I want to fill you with my semen as your tight cúnt stretches and your walls clenching on my long and thick díck while I pound into you senselessly until you forget your name." After everything he said, I felt myself dripping and wet for him, for my master. "What's stopping you, master?" I moaned in response. ---------------- Kathleen Bellisima, she's none other than the youngest female CEO of the top model agency in New York. She has it all, beauty and intelligence. Every man and sometimes even women desired her. What's one thing that kept her from having relationships? Her past. She's the definition of perfection to all people but she never looked at herself like others did. She's empty, broken, and lonely. She's been afraid of trust, love, and commitments. Then, she met Alexander Peterson. Her life changed. Who is Alexander in her life, what made such difference? ---------------- This book contains graphic contents such as language and sexual contents. This is also my first book containing BDSM-related contents so please leave comments and tell me if you like it or not! Chapters 9,13,18, and 21 are the ones with the restricted contents. Skip them if you feel uncomfortable on reading the sexual contents.

A person's life is shaped and moulded around their history and their future. Their memories and secrets create the person that they are, and their hopes and dreams create the person that they are destined to be. But what if you had no memories or secrets, no hopes or dreams. What if you lived namelessly, forgetting everything you knew every few days. Imagine if you had to find out who you were, where you were, and what your purpose was, and then try to live a normal life, despite not even knowing your own name. You're about to read the story of a girl who plans to do exactly that, before she has another blackout.

Jake despised weak women, especially women who showed interest in him. A strong and independent woman was what could drive the beast in him, but there was Cassie. Adopted by Jake's uncle at the age of six, Jake treated her like his sister, but how did things change? CASSIE I imagined him. Just the thought of him had me squeezing my thighs. I kept my eyes closed so I could focus my thoughts on him. My breathing grew heavier as I rubbed my clit, and my body started to tense up, feeling like I was about to tip over the edge of my orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt the walls of my room start spinning faster and faster as I rubbed on my clit frantically. I imagined him flipping me onto my back and starting to slowly kiss and lick my body, from my stomach to the peak of my breasts. I could feel his hands work their way down between my legs and I moaned. His expert moves had me losing my breath. "Oh, Jake..." JAKE Fuck! My steps halted and I instantly regretted my decision to walk into her room without knocking. The bathroom door wasn't fully closed, and I could hear the shower going, but when I turned to leave, her moan reached my ears, stirring my cock alive. Cassie... I almost groaned her name. And then, out of nowhere, she moaned my name, and I swear, my knees went weak. "Damn!" (Read at your own risk!)

Before I Sought the Light I Was: Entangled in the hurricane of carnal desires whilst fighting against the flow-less and time-consuming isolation that tempted me to stay in my place. I was staring at my own reflection for a number of days, hoping that when I blinked, I would see something change. When nothing did I began dancing into my psyche and peeping through keyhole at the center of my mind and through it I saw an endless battle between the perpetual darkness that loneliness entails and the wet roses of lust. I saw a war break out between the icy lands of my heart and the volcanic eruption of my thoughts. The shadows in the corner sending whispers via pigeons that would get caught in jet engines before they could be delivered to an ear eager to listen. As I stared through that peephole, hardly noticing the door, I wondered--and I wandered, until I was unable to distinguish either.

" you were just begging me to stop now you want more because it feels good doesn't it?" " yes sir." I sniffled. " no, you will take what I give you." " now I'm going to fuck your mouth and you going down be begging to swallow my cum because that's all you are, my little cum slut, aren't you?" He squeezed my throat tightly. " yes sir, I'm your cum slut." He ripped my blindfold off and I first saw him smirking and undoing his jeans. " that's my good girl." Nova Jane a 21-year-old college student comes across this website one night with her best friend. A drunken mistake leads her to a letter saying she's been accepted to one of the top BDSM clubs in New York City. RATINGS 🥇 #1 - praise (9/29/21) #3 BDSM (10/15/21) #3 kinks (1/13/22) #1 degrading (1/13/22) #13 submissive (1/13/22) #1 bdsmclub (9/28/24) Cover by @Iamawriterlol

Ivory Rosewood is an 18 years old college student, ever so ambitious for what the future holds but saw her world crashing when life starts revealing itself in an unforeseen manner. ~~~~~ I used to know him like the back of my hand, but this is uncalled for. "Why? You are enjoying this, are not you?" He says effortlessly swinging me away from the edge, pulling us closer. I try to ignore my surfacing desires for him for a very long time but that was until he spots his mate, that too on our first date. I couldn't let him go! "If I kiss you now would you let me?" He ask and I said yes knowing what I am getting myself into. ~~~~ ...my finger tracing art that is his face and pauses when it reaches his plump warm lips. I jiggle my thumb inside to feel the wet, soft texture. He opens his mouth and bites the pad of my thumb firmly. His hand is slithering its way up my legs, inside my oversized shorts. I shift my hips and he chuckles, "want something?" I step on my toes to take his mouth in mine and his fingers brushes my aching spot, "Zackhh!" I moan near his lips. This scared me, in a thrilling way. His fingers are opening my folds, "dripping wet!" He curses near my lips, his fingers roaming in the darkness between my legs with no care of the world. My greediness pushes me back, against the tree and I loosen my thighs open, he steps in-between, his fingers following suit, "Angh!" My legs quiver when I feel his finger slide inside. ... Of course I had to meet my mate that same night, when we return to pack house and Issac's scent was all over me leaving no room for excuses. It all went downhill from there!

He glared and grabbed me by the waist, crowding me against the riverbank. My body was pressed flush against his. Heat crept up my neck. A chance meeting on the night of the full moon brings Cassidy to his mate. But can he handle all the intrigue behind his mate's identity? Please read the tags for trigger warnings. Please also note that there some sex scenes between the main pairing in this story, in case that's not what you're here for. Disclaimer: ALL covers/thumbnails are commissioned. However, if anyone wants to draw me a new thumbnail/cover, please feel free.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"