"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says.

"You want me to sketch you that bad?" I caressed her thin necklace, playfully tugging on it. "Yes." The whisper entered my ear, the woman's lips lingering closer to mine. "But what if i was naked?" - - - Maddy Haven is a bright and talented 18-year-old student, with a passion for art that shines through in all her sketches. Little did she know, her new art teacher, Lauren Hale, will become captivated by her talent but also bring the warm welcoming towards her from being next door neighbors. Despite the 16-year age gap, their love becomes like a canvas, only the both of them knowing it's true beauty but as expected, they get exposed and have no choice but to face the downfall of their careers.

🖤Book 1 of the 'Blackstone' series🖤 • • • 🔥Highest Ranking🔥 #1: -Agegap -Assistant -Boss -Daddy -Employee -Flirting -Lust -Raunchy -Submissive #2: -Employer -Kink -Princess -Sexy #4: -Degradation • • • "Well, I'm Dominic Blackstone, but you can call me Dom or Sir." • • • Dominic Blackstone is the 35-year-old CEO of Blackstone Incorporated in Dallas, Texas. He's powerful, successful, and dominant--A total Type A personality. He is good looking, could have any woman he wants, and is a billionaire. He's at the top of his game and the top of the world, literally, in his 25 story high-rise. Dominic is stoic, professional, well put together, and rarely shows emotion. Until he meets her... ----- Genevieve Carlyle is a 22-year-old woman from New Orleans, Louisiana. She's in her last year of college and just wants to make a name for herself in the business world but when tragedy strikes close to home, she drops out and moves to Dallas. When circumstances see her staying, she finds a job at Blackstone Incorporated...as Dominics personal assistant. • • • Will Dominic and Genevieve be able to remain professional or will passions fly? Will Dominic's past come to snatch Genevieve away? And if so, will she give in to temptation? *At least 170,000 words*

A Collection of Erotic Short Stories

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

"The Mob Boss and the Stripper" - Suffering from an abusive relationship, Emilia didn't think her life could get any worse until the night her boyfriend made a deal with the devil and gave her away to the mafia without hesitation in order to save his life and clear his name from his debt. Now, Emilia is stuck even further but little does she know that her life is bound to change forever when she meets the handsome devil, Vincent Fontana. But did it change for the greater or for the worse? ۵ "Who the hell are you?!" I asked in the midst of my panic as I stared at the blue eyed devil sitting down on the couch in front of me. "Allow me to introduce myself..." He chuckled, standing up to his full height that towered mine as he walked closer towards me. He raised his tatted hand up towards my face as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip, leaving my breathing to hitch. "I'm Mr. Fontana, now strip."

18+ | Angel and demon brought together by accident. Sparks fly and moans reverberate through their bedroom but...neither one knows who they are to each other and what that means for them. A deep secret lingers beneath, both of them oblivious to the consequences once it surfaces. *** "Oooff fuck..." I heard her pronounce, almost delirious myself, "Fuck, this feels so good da-" She quietly cut herself off but I didn't miss it. No way was Isla into this, no way did I fucking land this perfect angel. "Say it...call me by that name." I whispered in her ear. She hesitated and slowed down but I encouraged her again, "Come on baby girl...don't hold back. Say it." I leaned her back into me and her head fell onto my shoulder and I saw her eyes squeezed shut and crimson lips open, heavenly sounds escaping her throat. "I want to hear you say it, moya devochka...call me by that name." "Daddy! " She finally pleaded. "Your big cock feels so good, daddy." **** ‼️⚠️ THIS IS A SAMPLE OF THE BOOK. DUE TO PIRACY AND PLAGIARISM, I MOVED THIS NOVEL TO INKITT.⚠️‼️ #1 in slowburn [25/02/2024] #1 in darkmafiaromance [25/09/2024] #1 in russianman [18/02/24] #1 in drama romance [25/03/2024] #1 in badboyxgoodgirl [24/05/2024] #1 in mobboss [07/11/2024 #2 in bdsmrelationship [14/03/2024] #2 in daddy [28/03/2024] #2 in adult fiction [23/04/2024] #3 in hot [15/02/24] #3 in spicy [19/05/2024] #3 in russian mafia [15/09/2024] #7 in daddysgirl [13/03/2024] #8 in lust [08/04/2024] **** ‼️This is an ADULT novel, only 18+. There is light bdsm, Dom/sub mention, CNC, don't report me, I warned you!!! ❤️ [MATURE CONTENT 18+] Mafia affiliation, explicit sexual content, CNC kink, bsdm relationship, profanity, mention and description of murder and torture, mention of torture and rape, dubious consent, violence, etc. as

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper