9 Book(s) Related to controle freak

Meet Alpha Logan Smith; Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.Logan is a young, successful businessman in the human world with his true identity hidden from non-creatures. He believes he has everything he needs in his life until he encounters his mate.

She turns out to be a crazy Nymphomaniac, a werewolf obsessed with sexual desires. But he is determined to have her in his life.

How will he handle this sex freak who wants no commitment to any man? How can he get her to stay loyal to him?

A lady whose only desire in men is a good hump. Find out in this romantic adventure!!

Amanda Waters is no stranger to hardship. As a college student burdened by crushing financial troubles, her life takes a dark turn when she lands a job at Reynolds Enterprises. What seems like a chance at stability quickly spirals into something far more sinister.

Aaron Reynolds is not your average CEO. Beneath his polished exterior lies a storm of arrogance, cruelty, and an unrelenting need for control. He hides his true self behind a sharp smile, but the darkness within him threatens to consume anyone who dares to get too close.

Amanda and Aaron's first encounter ignited a clash of egos and a searing animosity. But when Amanda signs a six-month, no-exit contract with his company, she finds herself trapped in his world—one where power dynamics blur and hate has an unsettling way of resembling desire.

As their mutual disdain smolders into something far more dangerous, Amanda discovers that Aaron's secrets run deeper than she could ever imagine. Their volatile connection is an illusion, a dance of shadows that could either destroy them both or bind them in ways neither expected.

In a game where trust is a weapon and love is a threat, Amanda must navigate the treacherous waters of her own emotions. But in Aaron’s domain, even the light is dark, and the only certainty is that no one escapes unscathed.

What happens when two equally stubborn hearts collide? In Shadows of Control, love is not just an illusion—it’s a battle for survival.

He was the strictest Dom, he loved to control women.
She was a free bird and didn't want anybody to control her.

He was into BDSM stuff and she despised it with all her heart.

He was looking for a challenging submissive and she was a perfect match but this girl wasn't ready to accept his offer since she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He had this burning desire to control her because she could be a perfect choice but she was a tough nut to crack. He was getting crazy to make her his submissive, controlling her mind, soul and body.

Will their fate fulfil his desire to control her?

Or will this desire transform into the desire of making her his?

To get your answers dive into the heartwarming and intense journey of the hottest and strictest Master you will ever find and his innocent little butterfly.


"Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass."

He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist.

Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door.

"What the fuck do you think of yourself? You,"

"Shut up." He roared, cutting my words.

He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and then, with a swift motion he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his.

What is he doing? Chills rushed down my spine.

They call him a villain. I call him stepbrother.

My life was a pastel dream of university lectures and family inheritance—until my mother married Nikolai Volkov, a man whose wealth is shadowed by a dangerous, unseen empire. Overnight, I, Anya Petrova, am pulled into a world of cold luxury and deadly secrets.

Then I meet him: Dimitri Volkov.

My new stepbrother is a weapon in an Italian suit. Calculating, precise, and possessing sapphire eyes that hold the chilling emptiness of a man who has traded his soul for power. He doesn’t want me; he wants the assets my father left behind. He sees me as a pawn in his long-game plan for vengeance against his own father.

I should run. I should scream his secrets to the world. But Dima’s control is a gilded cage I find myself leaning into, and his ruthlessness mirrors the desperate loneliness in my own heart. He pushes boundaries until our quiet hostility combusts into a desperate, forbidden affair.
When the line between vengeance and obsession blurs, I discover a dangerous truth: Dima is not just planning his father's destruction—he's planning to claim the asset, the empire, and me, as his ultimate spoils.
In the dark game of forbidden desire, the price of control is absolute. And I am about to pay it.

"Aiden Grey is a 10 year old boy who lives in the orphanage. His parents were abusive and get arrested for child abuse and he was sent to the orphanage at the age of 8. He was very shy and introvert and got scared easily so none of the couple's wanted to adopt him. Even the kids at the orphanage bullied him.

Dylan Hunt is a 12 year old boy who lives with his billionaire parents. He is the only son and his parents love him a lot and can do anything for him. He asks for a little brother whom he can order around and do all his work, his personal server boy. His parents adopt Aiden and he is happy on finally getting a loving family but he did not expect to be the server boy for his brother."

His breath comes out sharp. “You’re so fucking full of yourself it's ridiculous.”
“You haven’t told me to stop,” I murmur.
His fingers twitch like he wants to hit me or grab me, maybe both.
He turns his head away like he’s trying to find oxygen, but I can see it, the flush in his neck, the pulse beating fast under my thumb, the way his body gives him away even while his mouth keeps lying.
I press my body into his, chest to chest, heat to heat.
“You want to hate me. Fine. Hate me all you want. But don’t fucking lie to yourself. Don’t pretend your cock doesn’t get hard every time I say your name.”
He groans, a sound caught between frustration and need.

Xander never meant to get involved. Two years ago he stumbled into an alley and locked eyes with a stranger beating someone bloody.
That stranger was Jax.
Since then, he's found himself thinking of the guy an unhealthy amount. He was a fantasy for two whole years...until he wasn't. Now they circle each other like fire and gasoline...sparking, burning, never quite touching without leaving marks. Xander isn’t used to being overpowered. But Jax dominates like he was born to, and Xander hates how much he craves it.
It’s push and pull. Bite and bleed. Want and denial.....
Jax hides behind silence and shadows. A violent past, darker urges, walls built out of barbed wire. But Xander keeps digging, keeps fucking showing up, and that scares Jax more than anything. Because Xander isn’t just scratching the surface.
He’s reaching in and pulling Jax apart. And the deeper they fall, the more dangerous it gets.
✨He was supposed to be a pastime. Not a craving. But some obsessions don’t burn out. They burn through.✨

"Jake? You sick fuck. Paid for this? His hands inside me?"

Sophia's voice cracked over the intercom, her oiled ass clenching around the masseur's pumping fingers. Live feed burned: her thighs quaking, pussy gushing slick down the table edge. I gripped the chair arms white-knuckled, cock straining—half rage, half blaze.

"Babe... yeah. Full service. Watch you cum harder," I rasped into the mic, voice raw. "Tell him—deeper or stop?"

Tech's eyes flicked to the camera, smirking as he curled two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, moan ripping free. "Fuck... don't stop. Deeper—wreck me. Jake, you watching? Perverted cuck."

"Every thrust," I growled. "His fingers owning your tight pussy. Bigger rush than mine?"

Her head snapped up, doe eyes locking the hidden lens—pure fury melting to feral hunger. "Hell yes. Stretch me wider. Tell him flip me—fuck me raw while you beg."

Tech froze, glancing my way. My nod sealed it. "You heard her. Pound my girl. Make her scream your name."

He flipped her prone—tits spilling free, legs splayed wide. Cock out, thick and veined, he notched her dripping folds. "Ready to cum for a stranger, Sophia?"

"Do it," she hissed, hips grinding up. "Show Jake what he's missing."

He slammed home—her wail echoing both rooms. Relationship shattered. Door to real breeding? Kicked wide open.