Wrapped Around Her Finger Song

I need your body pressed against mine. Your warmth, your smell, the taste of your , I need you.” His deep voice rang in the dark room. He pulled her closer and stated placing gentle . She was tied to bed with leg wide open. “Please do not do that.” She pleaded. “Don’t worry I will go gentle on you.” he said picking up the whip from the ground. “After all, I still have to make you mine.” He completed pinching her n****e. - Grasis was a dangerous beast. He had two hobbies: blood and . He drank men's blood and girls. His life is full of blood and pain. He had no weakness but suddenly she appeared in front of him, taking his breath, making his metal heart to beat again and filling his heart with warmth. Cruel and ruthless man starts craving only one thing in his life and that was Ayla’s body. He made her his slave. He owns and claimed her.

**The world is cruel, and villains rarely pay for their sins—unless you become one.** --- Sherah Hawke lived the dream of many: a perfect marriage to a man who seemed too good to be true. Ethan Farwell, a cold billionaire to the world, was sweet, caring, and devoted to her alone. Their love story was nothing short of a fairytale—a forgotten daughter meeting her prince in an unexpected twist of fate. But fairytales can be lies. Sherah's perfect world crumbled when she overheard Ethan’s chilling confession. She wasn’t the love of his life—she was nothing but a pawn. A tool for revenge against her half-sister, Sophia. Every tender touch, every kind word? A cruel rehearsal for the moment Sophia returned to his life. Heartbroken, Sherah resigned herself to the collapse of her marriage, prepared to walk away. But Sophia wasn’t willing to wait. Impatient and vengeful, her half-sister orchestrated a horrifying plan. The helpless, and betrayed Sherah met a brutal end. But some endings are only the beginning. Sometimes, life gives second chances not to make amends but to unleash the darkness within. Because sometimes… …a good person can become the villain. And Sherah Hawke is done being good.

When a young law intern learns that Sabrina, his attractive coworker with a body made for sin, is "Kat18," his favorite OnlyFans seductress, his summer of boring paperwork comes to an abrupt end. His cock ached after watching her videos of her fingers playing with her dripping pussy in their office cubicle. Their dull internship explodes into a flurry of raw, sweat-stained sex that leaves them both trembling and wanting more as stolen glances transform into heated touches. But Sabrina’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation.

She thinks she can resist him. He knows she can’t. Henry Moore is a man who always gets what he wants but Andrea Collins is the one woman daring enough to defy him. Every glance, every word, every touch ignites a war between control and desire… and neither of them will surrender. Andrea’s heart is still broken from a betrayal that shattered her on her twenty-fourth birthday with her first love. She’s determined to rebuild her life on her own terms—no distractions, no complications, no men. But Henry is relentless. The more she pushes him away, the more he draws her in. And as their chemistry becomes impossible to ignore, Andrea faces the ultimate choice: keep running from love, or risk everything for the one man who refuses to let her go.

Rebecca was finally ready to start her life. She had just graduated from college, had a great at the hospital in the city, and a gorgeous apartment that was across the hall from her best friends. Everything was falling into place. When she goes out to celebrate and ends up drunker than she ever had been before, she is saved by the handsome and extremely Vincent, son of the Capo, who takes her home. What will happen when she wakes up alone the next day? Will this be the typical one-night stand?

His dark eyes roved her body from head to toe as he sized her up. The intent in them speaks volumes of her ruination. "Strip!" She stiffened and blinked in a haze of raw fear as he prowled towards her. Involuntarily she took a step back then another and another all the while keeping her fear-filled eyes fixed on him before her back touched the wall. She flinched and the very next second he was looming over her like a crazed beast. He rested his arm on the wall above her head and leaned down peering at her big hazel hues with that evil smirk dancing on his sinful lips. "Are you afraid, human?" His deep raspy voice and his aura were ominously dark and dominant that her knees buckled. Her chin jutted out in a fearful tact as she tried not to cry in front of her tormentor. His smoldering eyes fell on his favorite items, her trembling plump lips, and quivering chin. "Strip for me Ava or else," He edged closer as his hot raspy breath caressed the shell of her ear like the whisper of death as he continued. "I will not hesitate to tear your clothes!" He growled, animalistically.

Meet Evan. A cold, cutthroat villain who hates werewolves with a passion because of the torture they put him through, and wants to hurt them just as much, if not more. Enter Melody. A sweet, kind soul with a heart of gold who despite the hardships she had faced at the hands of the werewolves, cares about them in a way that not many people could boast of had they been in her shoes. Their worlds collide. But unfortunately for them, Evan is a raging inferno and Melody the exact opposite. Will the inferno burn through everything in it's path, including her, or will she calm it down before that? Read to find out.

“How could you do this to me, I'm your wife,” Sylvie cried out. “You were never my wife, just a means to an end,” Logan said to Sylvie without so much as a glance at her as he smoothed his lover before her face. Those words felt like cold air as Sylvie watched Logan. Sylvie Rhodes, a stunning and brilliant surgeon, is forced into a scorching hot but loveless marriage with highschool crush Logan Benson, a ruthless and arrogant billionaire in order to save her surgical residency and family’s hospital. Saving her family’s hospital wasn’t the only thing Sylvie was made to do. She was assigned to treat a patient, who unknown to her is her husband, Logan’s girlfriend. What happens when Sylvie finds out about her family and Logan’s betrayal then disappears? Will she return a changed woman ready to let the world know she is in control or will she allow herself to be trampled on? Will Logan realise he is in love with Sylvie and fight for her love. With betrayal, hidden secrets, steamy encounters, love and revenge, will Logan reclaim Sylvie's love again?

"You're a woman. Where's your brother? I would like to talk to him." She rolled her eyes, raising her pistol at him, fear crossed his hazel eyes. "Being a woman doesn't make this gun any less deadly. So if I were you, I would watch what I say because, to me, your life means nothing," Natalia told him firmly. "I'll ask you one more time and think about your answer because my patience is running thin. Where is my money?" "I don't have it!" She aimed the pistol to his right leg, pulling the trigger, the silencer made sure no one could hear the shot only his screams. "Where is the money, Michael?" - She is a drug He wants to taste One drop of her Is all it takes To have you addicted Where ever she goes Death follows But he didn't care Since he knew He'd die for her She is fire He'd touch Despite the heat She is a killer But so is he. This woman was both the devil and an angel. -

***WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOTS OF EXPLICIT SCENES, VIOLENCE, AND VULGAR LANGUAGE*** I was a fool to think that I could play with fire and not be burned. To think that once I had a taste of her, I would have been able to let go. To think that once I was all in, we wouldn’t be caught. The problem was that. That we were so focused on my best friend and her father finding out about us, and didn’t see what was brewing against us. Not until it was too late, and she had been taken right from under my nose. Now. Now, I’m out for blood. Because no one touches what belongs to Alberto Morello and lives to tell it. The problem is that there are more traitors than we thought, but I don’t mind bringing hell on earth to find my goddaughter. Because I. Will. Find. Her.