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"Look at me" he demanded, grabbing my chin with force. "You're still mine." His fingers dig into my thigh, a painful reminder of his presence. "Do you understand me?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Say it," he whispered. "I won't." I flinched, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened more. "Don't try to run mami," his lips trailed down my neck sending shivers down my spine. "You can't escape me." His lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, "Say it," he repeated, his voice a seductive caress. "Tell me you're mine." "I..." I began, my voice a soft whisper. I couldn't finish the sentence. I was too distracted by the way he nipped at my skin, a painful bite that sent a jolt of unwanted pleasure through me. "Say it," he urged, his voice laced with amusement. "Or I'll make you." | Book 2 | MATURE CONTENT! 18+ ⚠️ Cover by me :)

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

I saw his sad eyes and I noticed that he had a broken heart. He wasn't a heartless monster just like everyone claimed he was. If you look closer you'll see the past that he couldn't forget and the truth he couldn't accept. And if you didn't listen to what everyone said. You would have known by now that this boy was just trying to hide his tears. Because It wasn't for the world to see. _____ Just one of those stories you didn't choose who you will fall in love with.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITING

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance

"Why the hell won't you just admit it?!" I yelled at him. "Admit what?!" He asked. "The REAL reason why you don't want to be with me! It's cause I'm too fat and cause I'm white and you are so afraid as to what your friends might think, aren't you?!" I snapped at him. "You don't know shit!" He snaps right back at me. "Oh no? Why can't you just tell me? I can take the rejection!" I snap again at him. He starts stomping his way over towards me and raises both my hands against the wall and above my head as he leans in closer to me just inches from my lips. "You think I don't want to be with you because I'm too embarrassed because of how big you are or that your white? You really think I could give two shits as to what anyone including my friends think about us? Well I don't. I could give two shits about what anyone thinks! So stop fucking assuming you know me or what I'm thinking cause you don't!" He fires back at me. "Well then what is it then huh?" I asked. "You wouldn't understand. But do me a favor and stop pretending that you know me when you don't." He says. We both then stand there for a moment looking in each others eyes and then he leans in closer and smashes his lips onto mine. © Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved

He wasn't letting go of my wrist. Maybe he was scared I would run away if he did. - "It's okay, you don't have to say anything Sean" I cut him off. "It's just... I didn't know you were gay" I said, slowering on the last part. I was still pretty shocked, to be honest. He let out a breath of relief. - "I'm not" He said, becoming his old confident self again. - "Well, you were with a guy" I answered in what sounded like a "duh" tone, joking a bit. - "Yeah I know, thanks" He answered in the same tone, his lips forming a half smile as he was joking a bit too. "Listen" He started, then sighed slitgthly. "I am bisexual" He finally let out.

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....

His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until their eyes met-his, burning with fury. "Where the fuck is he?" he snarled, voice like gravel and thunder. She shuddered. "I... I won't..." A sharp bolt of pain shot through her skull as he twisted her hair tighter. In one swift motion, he drew his pistol and pressed it cold and hard against her temple. "Tell me," he growled, "or do you want to die?" Tears welled in her eyes as she let out a broken sob. "I want to die... Please, just kill me," she whispered, her voice drenched in years of torment. A storm of rage surged through him. His finger twitched on the trigger. He wanted to end her right then-end the defiance, the lies, everything. But something in her shattered posture stopped him. His gaze drifted over her trembling body, and his fury twisted into something darker. A cruel smile curled on his lips. "Not before I get a taste of you."