Fake Heiress's A Pet-speaking Detective

~’What am I to you? I want to hear you say it?’ ‘You are my Daddy?’ I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling slightly. ‘And what are you to me?’ He asked again, his throat bobbing up and down, a wicked glint in his eyes, while I replied lustfully still, “I am your pet.’ ‘Good girl.’ He chimed, his left hand snaking round my neck, as he spanked my ass, and my screams echoed through the sound proof room.’ ~ Nursing a heartbreak on a vacation trip to Miami, 21 years old Renee Micheal stumbles into Robert Clarke, 43 year old billionaire mogul and ultimate sex symbol. From subtle flirts, and daring orders, she soon finds herself tangled in passionate nights, steamy sexcapades, forbidden passions, amongst other exploits. With an adventurous ride of love, lust & sinful pleasures awaiting Renee, she explores her sexual fantasies, and lives her life to the fullest. Her daddy is hot quite alright. He’s older, that’s not a problem. He also spoils her lavishly. But just when Renee thinks she has it all unbeknownst to her an underlying shocking secret is revealed, and her worst nightmare comes true… What’s would she do when she discovers this? Well, let’s hop on this ride, with Renee & her hot Daddy. This is book 1, of the billionaire erotica romance series, Sex & The City. Each story is intertwined with the last, and each page leaves you craving for more. Rated 18 - Proceed with caution.

There are three things Samara Culkin loves: her father, wearing high heels, and being a detective. But in a world where being a female officer is considered weak, she struggles to find a place where she feels truly belong. Determined to prove The Detective Tag firm that she is worth it, she sets out to solve one of the biggest cases the city of Los Angeles has ever seen. There are three things Clayton Jones likes: his car, detective skills, and the female detective who happens to catch his eye—Samara. As an expert and well-known crime officer, he is given the chance to work with her; a one-time possibility that rarely happens. The only problem is that she hates him. And he does not know why. The Detective Tag is a crime fiction with a twist of romance. Join Samara and Clayton—all the bitterness, dislikes, and romance in between—as they dive into the world of crime cases and murder investigations. Well, maybe a bit of finding love, too.

BOOK 1: COMPLETED BOOK 2: ONGOING TW: DARK DESIRES, VIOLENCE, FORCED AND EXPLICIT SCENES Diego Reyes is the Mexican mafia lord in Las Vegas running a sex club. After finding out one of his most trusted men, Antonio Davis, stole money from him, he kills him and plans to do the same to his entire family. That is until he meets Vanessa, Antonio’s youngest daughter. He makes a deal with her that if she and her sister work for him for six months, he’ll let them go, but he wants her all to himself. He’s determined to make her his little pet and consume her mind, body, and spirit. As disgusted as Vanessa should be that she belongs to her father’s murderer, she finds herself enjoying the lifestyle and wanting more.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. 18+ CONTENTS: ......... Isabella breathed out as she stare at the man in front of her with a scary smirk on his face. He step closer to her and roughly grabbed her by her waist leaving sloppy on her face. Her body began shaking as his breath aerify her neck. He bent down to her level, placing his mouth on her ear. "Instead of becoming a to pay off your uncle's dept," he paused while staring at her lips with pure lust dancing in his eyes. Isabella look scared, no matter how much she want to braze herself, she failed miserably as she waited for him to complete his statement. "I want you to become my slave, what do you think about that?" He asked in enthusiastic while on her neck. **** Isabella Grayson is an innocent, pure hearted and beautifully twenty one years old girl. She lost her parents at a tender age of twelve and was forced to move in with her uncle, a reckless gambler. Instead of loving and protecting her, he sold her off to pay his dept clearly aware of the she will have to go through. She was sold to the most powerful ruthless mafia boss who wishes to have fun with her. And he is Leonard Wood, a ruthless and scheming mafia boss. Twenty eight years of age. On their first meeting, he couldn't help but pick interest in the sweet innocent little girl that was sold to him. With the intention to tease her, he offered her to become his slave in to prolong her uncle's dept that she has to pay.

Autumn Bender is a girl with so many fears and insecurities. She's a kind person that even the world is cruel to her; she will never fight back. Autumn is working as a proofreader in New Publish Incorporation. Her life is neither fun and boring. But suddenly, a life-thrilling event happened wherein her plain, and simple life turns into a traumatic and challenging life. They arrested Autumn and sent her to jail for a crime she never committed. She suffered extremely inside the cell, but a detective came to rescue her. They get along and know each other and soon work together to find the real culprit of the murder.

Mia’s life takes a dramatic turn one evening when is kidnapped and find herself in an auction room. She is sold and then handed over as a gift to the dangerous Mafia leader, Marco. As his pet, she must satisfy his every need. What would happen when Mia realizes she has fallen in love with him? Faced with a tantalizing opportunity for freedom, she finds herself torn between loyalty and the allure of a risky romance.

Her Romeo wasn't a character from a Shakespearian play. Her Romeo was an "overgrown husky" with dark fur and yellow eyes that followed her everywhere- crazily, even into her dreams.

When did I stop seeing her as my best friend? Ever since the day we met, I've thought of her as a little sister. She was a girl that needed my protection. But something changed. She grew up, and now, when I look at her, I want to kiss her and make her mine. But I can't. She's my friend and more than that she's my bodyguard. I do not mix business and pleasure.

“Don't! My body is a temple of the Lord!” I shivered at the sound and raid in my voice as I held his gaze. He let out a small chuckle, a smirk slowly crawling to his lips. “Your body belongs to me–” he grabbed my naked ass, forcefully pulling me to make contact with his hardened body. “I, Vermont Cardonisss, am now your Lord, little pet. Bend over!” *** It is better to be a slave to a mafia than to be a sex toy of your very own father. On this account, Grace agrees to pay the debts of her father to the sexy and brutal mafia, Vermont Cardoniss. It becomes a bloody entanglement of two incessant individuals where Vermont seems too ruthless to repent and Grace, too religious to be laid. Would it be a case of a good girl turned naughty or the redemption of a cold-blooded mafia? [Content Guidance: This book is intended for adult as it contains explicit sexual and violence scenes]

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.