First-Person POV Web Novels & Playboy MxM Stories

Dorian Veyl was the only customer who never asked me to take my clothes off. He only wanted me to kneel. One command at a time, he taught me how easily control could become addictive. And somehow, the billionaire behind those rules became the one man I couldn’t stop thinking about after leaving the club. Then one night, he broke our arrangement. He touched me without asking. I walked away. The next morning, I found a photograph waiting outside my apartment. It was a picture of me. Taken years before I’d ever met Dorian. Beneath it were six words: “Ask him why he chose you.”

"What are you doing?" I snapped, twisting my head back toward Leo. His face was barely inches away from my ass. "Eating you out," he breathed, sounding like this was just another normal occurrence. My heart leaped into my throat. Here I was on all fours, my legs spread wide open, my body shivering as my tight hole clenched wet and desperate in the cold air. "I'm not gay, Leo... fuck!" A harsh gasp ripped out of me as his hot, wet tongue licked straight across my entrance. "Shut up and let a man eat," Leo growled against my skin, burying his face deeper before shoving his tongue right inside me, fucking me with it. I shouldn't have wanted this. I wasn't gay. But with my face shoved into the pillow to muffle my breathless moans, my body said otherwise. My hips were arching all on their own, rolling back hard into his mouth, greedily taking every drop he gave me. My football captain? CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNING⚠️🔞‼️ 18+ READERS ONLY. If you are under eighteen or easily offended, close this book right now. This isn't a sweet, fluffy romance. These stories are dark, dirty, and completely taboo. Before you dive in, know that this collection contains explicit content and heavy themes including: Emotional manipulation, toxic mind games, and intense power struggles Dubious consent, blackmail, and dark coercion Unfiltered, filthy, and unrelenting sex scenes Consider yourself officially warned. If these themes bother you, turn back now. If you're staying? Lock your door, grab your lube, and keep a hand free. You are definitely going to get wet, hard, and desperate while reading this. Enjoy the ride!

"Who is the target this time?" I dragged the silicone glove on my hands as I walked across the parking lot with Ethan trailing behind. "He is Marco D'Agostino, he is rated among the five richest men in the country." "Hmm." I paused at the front of a new BMW, gifted to my by my boss after the last completed mission. "Details." "His is 28, a rich Playboy and despised by his family, the boss wants a clean job, make it seem like overdosed drugs, the job is to be completed before midnight today." "Good." I nodded and attempted to open my car but Ethan hands slammed on the handle. "Listen Alex, can you be more careful while doing your job? Don't expose your identity." "What makes you bring this up at this moment?" My eyes dimmed at him, if anything I was ranked first amongst the deadliest assassin's in the underworld, my methods always remained clean and fast and even the FBI can't find my identity even though I work with them as an undercover. "You are too arrogant, this Marco might be your match..." "He is just a play boy Ethan, how would he be my match, get in the car and ride along." But unfortunately, in the next five hours, I'd regret this words so much, indeed I'm arrogant. ***** A powerful homophobic assassin sent on a mission to kill Marco D'Agostino, a ruthless billionaire who's known as a Playboy to the public, but he underestimated his target, now the predator becomes the prey, the hunter becomes the hunted, how would Alex escape the clutches of the underground boss who's now obsessed with him.

Who could hate and be obsessed with their brother's best friend for five years? “F**k it,” I cursed, bringing the jacket to my nose. It smelled like him. That warm, clean scent mixed with his expensive cologne was a personal attack. I should put it down. I knew that, but I was too greedy, so I brought it to my nose again. My crotch twitched. “What the f**k are you doing?” A familiar voice came from the entrance. I turned around with Neville's jacket in my hand, and Neville Evans was standing at the entrance. He was frowning, his gaze dropping to my hand. No. No. He looked confused at first. Understanding. Then something else. Amusement. A stupid smile spread across those damn lips. “Interesting.” Elmer Reese is a genius race engineer with a sharp mouth, brilliant mind and with an embrassing secret; He had been in love and obsessed with the very man he claims to hates, Neville Evans, His brother’s best friend the most reckless driver of Phantom Gp. Unfortunately for Elmer is secret was revealed faster than he imagined, Neville caught him sniffing his jacket. Now thanks to the unexpected renovation of his condominium building and his brother's decisions he stuck living with Neville Evans. The very man who is capable of revealing his darkest secrets.