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"This is wrong. You're my uncle." Sophia said as her exposed back touched the cold wall, causing her to shiver right down to her core.

"Soph... I've felt nothing more right than this. Moreover, I'm not really your uncle. You and I both know this." Rayn said as he drew closer, minimizing the non-existent distance between the two of them. Their lips inches apart as she felt his hot breath on her lips.

"Uncle... Party... We have to go..." Sophia muttered as she melted against his hard body but his legs prevented her fragile, little body from falling down on the floor.

"No. We are not going anywhere while you are dressed as a temptress. Only I know how I keep my demons at bay, when I see every man present in the room looking at you, wishing you were theirs." He said as his blue eyes took in the revealing dress his kitten was wearing, and a black storm started raging within them.

"I'm not a temptress, uncle. I'm a 19-year-old girl." Sophia responded, trying to sound reasonable while pressing her hands against his chest, attempting to push him back.

"Oh? So, what are you up to now?" Rayn inquired, holding her hands above her head. His hips grinded against his kitten's as his face inched closer, their lips now touching.

"What exactly am I doing?" Sophia asked, as she struggled to breathe and tried to break free from her foxy uncle's clutches. But it was all for naught.

"You're tempting me into doing this." Rayn said this as he pressed his lips against his sister's, causing her to gasp and taking advantage of the opportunity to exploit the innocent girl's mouth with his sinful tongue.

Book 1 The Devil's Bride
Book 2 The Elder's Kitten
Book 3 The Vampire King's Bride
Can be read stand-alone.
Warning: Mature Content
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"Drink your blood?"she gasped out and jumped back, looking from my throat to my eyes, shaking her head, "What will happen if I do?"
"At first, you won't like it, and every part of you will tell you to spit it out, but you need to fight it and drink, anyway. Then comes the part that I cannot explain, but it will not hurt you in any way, I swear," I said as I pierced my throat, then pulled my hand away, watching as her eyes went wide in fear when she saw the blood dripping from my throat. "Go ahead," I encouraged, putting my hand at the back of her neck, pulling her to my wound. She pushed against me for a moment but hesitantly brought her mouth to my throat, accepting my blood.
When she tasted it, she tried to push against me to get me to release her, but I held her tightly, forcing her to drink it. It was undeniable once the second wave hit her as she immediately moaned against me, pressing her hips against me, rolling, so she was lying on top of me, drinking my blood as quickly as she could, as the only thing she desired more than my blood, was my body.
I chuckled softly as she moaned out, wrapping one hand around my shoulder, the other gripping my chest tightly before slowly making its way down until she met the waistband of my pants.
As much as I wanted to allow her to continue her descent, I took her hand and placed it back on my shoulder. I suppressed my growl as she continued to rock back and forth against me, making it nearly impossible to not rip her clothes off and give her body what it was craving.
"I know you want it right now, little kitten. But I promised I would not take advantage of you, knowing what my blood was doing to you. But fuck, you are not making this easy."

"Mmmmnnn!" I moaned as his hand moved fast and clamped hard on my jaw, his thumb moving forward towards the entrance of my mouth and prying my lips open forcefully.

His thumb invaded my mouth, and my pussy clenched even harder at that move, my eyes getting hooded as Ethan watched me intently.

My tongue moved around his thumb as I sucked hard on it, but just then, he pried his finger out, and I was left gasping hard, my face heated with arousal.

"You are one slutty little red kitten who needs a master to teach her a lesson, hmmm," Ethan whispered, his breath hot against my ear, as his hand hooked in my hair, and he rose to his feet.

What I felt next was the handcuffs slapping shut on both my wrists, the metal cold and heavy on my wrists.

“Now, you can give an answer to my question: did you touch yourself?” Ethan drawled out, his voice heavy with seduction as the gun pressed further into my side belly.


Ruby's life had always been marked by bad luck, starting with her mother's hatred, the betrayal of her best friend, and carrying the child of a hasty one-night stand.

Finally, meeting Ethan seemed to put her life back on track, but that didn't last long, as she soon found herself entangled in a web of mafia wars - a world of guns, bloodshed, and death where even her own life was not guaranteed.

Will she be able to survive it all alive? Perhaps things would be different if Ethan accepted his feelings for her, but in his words, he isn't capable of love.

Warning!!!!! This book contains strong language, BDSM, possessive ex and an abusive boyfriend. And not suitable for readers younger than 18!

Rated-18 Smut Smut Smut!!!!

“Jesus,” she breathes out, tossing the lolipop to the side. “You really don't fuck around.”

I nod like she can see me, I fuck around just not when it comes to her.

She shifts back on the bed, knees bending then parting wide enough for me to see her freshly shaven pussy, glistening under the light.

"Did you want me like this, Tamer?" she asks, voice low and rough.

She hooks her fingers parting her pussy lips, enough to expose her clit for me. "Or would you like me to fuck myself, while you watch me?”


Gianna Ramirez has three rules:

Don’t fall in love again.


Don’t get caught on girlgonewild.com.


Don’t let Dmitry Orlov back into your life.

But the universe has other plans.

Five years after ghosting her, Dmitry returns to New York—handsomer, hotter, and more possessive than ever.

When her brother falls into a coma, Dmitry takes her under his roof… right where he wants her.

To escape the pull of the man who broke her, Gianna turns to the one person who could erase him from her mind: Kevin Greyheart, the senator’s son who’s been chasing her from day one.

Caught between her brother’s best friend and the man who refuses to let her go, Gianna must decide… who will have her heart, and who will ruin it completely?

Gianna Ramirez has three rules: 1. Don't fall in love again. 2. Don't get caught on girlgonewild.com. 3. Don't let Dmitry Orlov back into your life. But the universe has other plans.
Five years after ghosting her, Dmitry returns to New York, handsomer, hotter, and more possessive than ever. When her brother falls into a coma, Dmitry takes her under his roof… right where he wants her. To escape the pull of the man who broke her, Gianna turns to the one person who could erase him from her mind: Kevin Greyheart, the senator's son who's been chasing her from day one.
Caught between her brother's best friend and the man who refuses to let her go, Gianna must decide... who will have her heart, and who will ruin it

During a luxury cruise, Lydia is drugged, blacks out, and wakes in the hands of Ethan, a notorious arms dealer, the most feared name in the UK, and a whispered warning across Europe.

He catches her by the ribbon in her hair and turns her escape into a dead end, yet he never takes her life.

While everyone waits for the moment she breaks, Ethan clasps a bracelet around her wrist, a mark she never manages to remove.

"They say you'll redeem me," he murmurs, voice dangerously low as he tilts her chin up. "But I only want to lock you away forever."

He thinks he's playing a game of conquest. Instead, he's the one who surrenders. Until the day he kneels, blood on his hands, a ring held out like a confession.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Call me 'honey.' Stay with me, forever."

I like to stay an optimist, but being a college drop-out and lonely barista is not exactly an eventful or enviable life. Then one of my customers kidnapped me on my way to work and tried to turn me into a human sacrifice. It seems she mistook me for her rival, an ancient witch.
To be clear, I am not a witch. Turns out I can shape-shift though. Just.. not very well. I have zero control over what I turn into, and now I appear to be stuck as a cat, a little black house cat to be more specific. I was stranded in the woods with zero chance of getting back to civilization when I came across this beautiful werewolf boy just returning from a night of full moon fun way out here in the woods.
Now I know what you’re thinking: cat chases dog, a bad idea, right? But human him seems to love my fluffy cat self. Though he has no idea who I really am since the only thing I can say to him right now is either “purr” or “meow”. He was kind enough to rescue me and take me home to his apartment. Now I’ve been sitting on his lap and sleeping in his bed and feeling entirely frustrated I have no way to ask him how the hell you control this animal to human thing! He seems to manage it easily enough, snapping right back to human shape each morning from wolf, so why can’t I escape this prison of furry flesh?
I need to find some way to communicate with him, and also to deal with this witch hunting me down. And also avoid this boy’s family: an entire, volatile clan of werewolves with a decidedly low tolerance for cat-girls.