"Oh," I whisper as his finger slides into me. "Do you want me to use my tongue?" Mikhail whispers. I nod. "Are you sure?" he teases. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, and Mikhail grins before he goes down on me. I moan as his tongue glides across me, not leaving a single part of me untouched. I moan louder as he gently sucks. "Yes!" I shout as my legs shake. "'F**k, that's good." My body moves without my brain telling it what to do. I must be close. I scream when his tongue flicks my clit. He's gentle, but it's so intense. ----------------- Running away was the hardest thing Maria Rostova has ever had to do. But it was the only way she could escape the fate that had consumed her family. The only way she could be free from the darkness. But when she runs straight into the arms of Mikhail Ivanov, a formidable Bravta Kingpin, things take a dangerous turn. Mikhail Ivanov is known as the Devil of the Night. Green-eyed, ripped, sleek and stealthy, he is the physical embodiment of danger and the most ruthless Bravta King Russia has ever had. Everything Maria was warned to stay away from. When he propositions Maria, offering to give her a chance to live out her wildest dreams, she accepts. But just like the devil who gives out with his left hand and takes back his right, Mikhail lets her in on his true identity as the little boy whose parents her father had wiped out many years ago, and reveals his elaborate plan for revenge. First, she'll be his guest. Then a prisoner. And finally...his bride.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." I ignore the regret stabbing me in the neck. "Good."

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ------- Tristan's gaze flies to mine. My pulse dances dizzyingly, waiting with bated breath for his response. He calls me little girl and I call him Big Daddy. But we've never played a game like this. Does he want to? It came so naturally to me, I didn't have to think about it. What if he thinks I'm weird? Twisted? "Well..." he swallows hard. "You're getting a little old to sit in Big Daddy's lap." I almost gasp at the inundation of lust that blares through me. What is this? Why does it feel like we've been heading here all along? "Why?" I pout. "I like sitting in your lap." Tristan tugs on his collar, breathing hard. "Do you feel that...hard bulge underneath you, baby?" Frowning thoughtfully, I wiggle around, making him hiss a curse. "Uh-huh. What is it?" "That's my cock." His index finger traces a circle on my knee. "It's getting harder and harder the longer you sit in my lap." I giggle again. "Why?" "It knows you can make it feel good." Very slowly, he drags my skirt up to mid-thigh, roughly kneading the sensitive inner portion. "All kinds of different ways."

Fed up with her abusive husband, twenty-three-year-old Cara Hellington runs away from home and ends up in a notorious bar, destitute, sad, but relieved and free. When she gets into a verbal altercation with the snotty bartender over the ownership of her credit cards, an unlikely savior comes to her aid. Eros Kazan Alfred. He's tall, massive, rippling with muscles, and covered with dark tattoos. Everything Cara is not used to. Everything Cara is drawn to. When he buys her dinner, and she narrates her ordeal, Eros propositions her to marry him, and he'll make sure her abusive ex never sees or gets close to her again. But Cara is hesitant. Eros is a stranger. And judging from his appearance, he looks like trouble. The muddy kind. She should run towards the opposite direction, away from him. But she runs right onto his bed. After a hot sizzling night together, Cara is comfortable and confident in him taking good care of her. But tensions are rising all around them, as significant figures from their past will stop at nothing to bring them both down. Will they succumb under the wickedly twisted circumstances fate seems to be throwing at them?

Fifteen years ago, Mara Dombruso was stolen. Fifteen years ago, Antonio lost all hope on humanity. Lost that one thing he treasured. That one thing he'd lay down his life for. Mara has had to wake up to a different kind of nightmare each day, for the last fifteen years. Abused, tortured, broken, beaten, and sold into slavery, she's given up on being saved. She's given up on Antonio, and his promise to always protect her. Antonio Scarfoni hasn't been himself for the past fifteen years. Every corner he turns, every road he takes, every decision he makes, all reminds him of his failure to protect his angel. The woman of his dreams. His life. Now that he's found her, he's going to avenge every hurt, every physical harm, and emotional torture she's faced. Even if he dies. This time, he wouldn't run. He would be her angel of death, till the very end. ------ This is the book 2 of A Bride For The Mafia King. It can't be read as a standalone. You must read Book 1 first to get every detail. Written by popular demand.

After the mysterious death of her parents, Portia Esmeralda is bullied into a contract marriage by her two elder brothers who once loved her. But things start going pretty downhill when on her wedding day, the groom is nowhere to be seen and the guests are all killed. As well as her evil brothers. In order to end what would become a generational feud, and save her cousin brother, Portia agrees to marry Callahan Scarfoni — the monster who ruined her day and killed her terrible brothers. Callahan is a man scarred by his past and thirsty for revenge. His sole plan? Finish off the Esmeralda family till no one is left. Just like how they didn't spare his many years ago. But there's just one Esmeralda he just couldn't hurt, no matter what. Portia. She's his to tame. She's his possession, to own and protect.

The Red Moon Pack is in trouble. Kai West has been unsatisfied with his life for the longest time. Lost his mate too early, and is yet to experience his first heat. When he's arranged to get mated to one of the Alphas in the Blue Moon Pack in the North, he thought his life couldn't get any worse. Then the killing began. Now, his tiny pack is at the mercy of a new, abusive Alpha who's obsessed with him. The merger is the only saving grace. Ian Brooks is the Blue Moon Pack's second-in-command. Cold on the surface, but nice, he's always tasked with managing the day-to-day runnings of the pack. When he's given the responsibility to bring back an Omega from a tiny pack situated in the woods, he makes it clear that he's not a fan of the terms. But when he walks in on the wreckage done in the Red Moon Pack, he knows he has to step up and genuinely help. But he has to find Kai first before anything else. What happens when he's able to locate Kai and they get stuck in a cave? What happens when Kai's first heat strikes?

"Richard will always be mine, Elena," The corner of her lips curled up into a sly smirk. Advancing closer, she leaned in to whisper against my ear softly. "Even if I have to kill you to have him to myself, I'll do it." — He's the man she's always loved. The man she's always felt strongly for. But he has eyes on one person only; her hot-shot surgeon sister. When her twin sister fails to show up on her wedding day, Elena has no choice but to step up to the occasion and take her place — but marriage to the noble Richard Delmonte is both exciting and torturous. The elusive, established billionaire mogul and one of the most eligible bachelor of New York is the only man she's ever loved. The only man who's ever filled up her nights. Yet he's madly in love with her sister. Now that her dream has come true and she's married to him at last, Elena vows to do everything in her power to win him over. Even if it costs bringing down the heavens for him.

“I'm a mere wolf like you Ronan,” I insist, fear making me choke. “I'm not a witch. I swear. Please don't go. Let's make this work. I promise I won't resist you.” I reach for his hand but he flips me off, his face scrunching up, lips twisting in disgust. “Don't fucking touch me, you filthy witch. I, Ronan Astor reject you, Cara Archer as my mate. From this moment forward you cease to exist to me. Get out of my way!” He shoves me aside roughly, grabs his belt from the floor, and storms out. ----------- Twenty-three-year-old Cara has a secret. She's not a full-blooded werewolf. Her mother comes from a long line of witches, and so she's a hybrid; half witch, half wolf. After losing her parents during a hunt when she was just sixteen, Cara devotes her life to looking after her sisters and keeping an eye out for a mate, who she hopes will make life easier for her and her siblings in the Red Moon Pack. But things take a turn for the worst when her mate rejects her and tries to kill her after finding out her secret. Saved by four hot Alphas who stir up a raw, primal passion in her like no other, Cara strikes a deal with them. They'll help her get revenge on her old pack and mate at any cost, and only then will she become theirs.

The youngest prince of Melissa, Asher has been mated to the crown Alpha prince of Agravaria, the first and most influential kingdom of Jo. Everyone said that he was lucky to be mated to Dominic, and Asher knew men - and women - who would give anything to take his place. But he didn't feel lucky. He loathed Dominic with every fiber of his being. Alpha Dominic is cold, calculative, aloof, and possessive. The mere sight of Asher irritates him, and the only time he opened his mouth to speak to him, was only to criticize. Asher will do anything to get away from their fated marriage - even if it means disgracing both kingdoms. But the line between scorching hate and brewing passion can be thin, and when they blur, the emotions come tumbling down. Finally free of his monster of a husband, Asher finds out that he can't live without him. Is it sane to want the man who's done nothing but belittle you from the first moment he set his eyes on you? Is it messed up to crave his words, his touch, his cold presence? Asher knows his relationship with his mate is anything but healthy, yet he can't stop going back. And he didn't wish to stop. At all.

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding. "Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare. Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible. Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

"I\'ll do anything!" she pleads, holding my hands. "I\'ll do anything. Just let him go. He made a mistake." "That\'s not an excuse. It was a costly mistake." "Please. I\'ll do anything you want. Anything at all." I let the silence hang in the air between us as I think carefully, my eyes drawn to how firm and full her tits are. "Anything, princess?" She lets go of my hands and straightens, raising her chin. I watch as she swallows nervously. "Y-Yes. Anything at all." I raise my fingers to her face, smearing my thumbs with her tears. I trail them down her strong jaw, to her throat, over the small hollow between her collarbones, the skin of her chest, stopping between her tits. I circle the spot quietly while she holds her breath, perhaps in anticipation. "Would you let me f**k you, Titania?" — Feisty, yet innocent Titania Williams is best known for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and this time she\'s getting more than she bargained for. When her dear Uncle Patrick betrays one of the most powerful Mafia Lords in New York, Kristoff Stavkros, Titania is caught unexpectedly in the underworld web of crimes and deceit. To save her uncle\'s life, she makes Kristoff an offer. She\'ll be his for a month. Thirty days, he owns her body. Stupid, right? But Titania plays by the rules. But how can she come out victorious when Kristoff keeps changing the rules and is hell-bent on making her his forever?

Warning: This story contains strong BDSM themes and an overall explicit content which may be uncomfortable to readers. 18 + — “Come. Now,” he ordered, inserting two fingers into my p*ssy, probing my g-spot. I cried out his name, thrashing around blindly as I came like never before. Still gasping for air, I yelped when he rose up and slid into me in one fluid motion, filling me up. I'd been stretched by dildos and his fingers — all part of the training at his club — but nothing prepared me for the feel of his c*ck. It felt so wholesome, like it was made just for my pu**y. My eyes watered. How much more perfect could a king get? “Seline,” he growled, his voice throaty as he rocked gently, surging into me. My orgasm began building up again. I hadn't recovered fully from the last one, but I didn't care. I loved how satisfying his cock felt. “Master,” I rasped, holding his gaze. “You don't know how much this means to me.” “I want no thank you's,” he grunted, his hips pounding into me. “Just be a good girl, and come for your Master. Come for me, Seline. That's all I ask.” — For years, Vampires and Werewolves have coexisted peacefully, despite both supernatural species naturally and genetically designed to hate each other. When Seline Atwood's pack is attacked on a cold winter night, she is embittered and confused. Driven by a thirst for revenge, she decides to devote her entire life to training in order to bring down Ferrara DeMarco, the much-dreaded vampire king who's responsible for her grief. The plan is simple. Seduce and stake him to death. But when she gets to know Ferrara for who he really is — a caring, loving and yet, lonely king — and not the monster he's been painted out to be, she falls in love with him. Is there a chance that he wasn't the one responsible for the attack on her pack? Most importantly, is there a chance that their love could sail through the storms of complications and enemies on it's path?

Hurt and betrayed by the man she had a one-night-stand with and was starting to love, Elaine Matthews is devastated to learn that she's fallen pregnant for him. Worse, she doesn't know him from Adam, nor did she have a way of reaching out to him. Plus, they didn’t part ways amicably. Five years later, Elaine moves to New York in search of greener pastures with her four-year-old son. When she snags an interview with one of the top-leading publishing firms in New York, she receives a rude shock when she discovers that the father of her son is in fact her boss, and to make things even more devastating, he recognizes her and tries to right the wrongs that happened between them five years ago. But this new life is uncertain as Elaine finds it hard to tell him that they have a son together. Worse, the more time she spends in his arms, the guiltier she feels. Will she learn to let go and tell the truth, or will her secret keep her from enjoying this new fun-filled life? What would be Max’s reaction? Would he believe her?