Kirjahaku

Ten years ago, I was eighteen and cut off by my family for breaking up with a boy that broke my heart. A boy that I'd been dating for ten years, who just happened to be from one of the most prestigious families in all of New York.My parents tried to blackmail me into begging him to take me back, but I'd refused, so they chose power and their snobby social circle over me. And I'd been on my own, barely able to survive for the last decade as a result.But that was all going to change, because I landed the job of a lifetime, and I was finally going to claw my way out of the sewers of New York City and make something of myself.At least, that had been my grand plan until I walked into my new boss's office and found out that the alpha billionaire that ran the incredible empire, I'd been so eager to join, was no other than the boy that I never got over.Not only did the electricity still burn blindingly bright between us, but it turned out I was still incapable of turning him down when he said things like, You're Mine.

I've lived as half the man I used to be for the last four years.I just simply... existed. I didn't feel anything, I didn't indulge in anything I enjoyed, I didn't even hardly smile or laugh anymore.Or at least I had until a new neighbor moved into my building and captured my attention, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. For the first time in four years, something... stirred deep inside me.I was obsessed from day one, unable to keep my eyes away from the apartment's bedroom window directly across from my own like a fucking voyeur. The shades were never closed and my view into the mysterious bedroom was never obstructed.And therefore, the object of my most recent desire was always on display for me, and the more times I watched the show put on, the surer I became that the curtains were left open on purpose for me.So I found myself staring, waiting, and hoping to catch glimpses of the tanned skin colored with bright tattoos, or the dark brown hair that looked like silk, or the sexy as hell piercing green eyes that would stare back at me as I watched.The problem though?The object of my desire, the very thing I'd become obsessed with sexually... was a man.And I was... straight.Or at least I had been.

Yes Sir.I've taken care of everything Sir.Do you need anything else from me, Sir?My new assistant had no idea what her words were doing to me. Every time she demurely spoke, looked down at the floor when I gave her instructions, or chewed on her plump bottom lip with uncertainty, I lost another piece of my sanity.I ached to bite that lip with my own teeth until she whimpered into my mouth.I lived in a constant state of pain every single day with her at my side.Pain radiated through my body from my need to own her.To worship her.To please her.To dominate her.The problem was, it had been years since I let my Dom out of his cage. And I had vowed never to open that door again after how it ended last time.And Eden wasn't some sub in the lifestyle who knew what she was getting into with a man like me.No, she was pure, and untouched by the darkness that the world of kink brought out in me. I didn't deserve her trust or innocence. I was unworthy of that incredible gift. My hands would stain her perfect snowy skin with the first inappropriate touch.Her curves made my mouth water.My fist longed to wrap her long copper hair around it and force her to her knees.My soul ached to help her find her confidence with praise and punishments suited for pleasure.Hers and mine.But I knew I couldn't give in to my desires. It was impossible.Yet, with each minute that she spent in my personal space, the need to possess her grew inside of me until I broke, giving into the monster that called to me from the shadows of my soul.But once I had her, I'd never let her go. I was going to own her forever.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods.So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.I brought her monster to life and got her hooked on my special type of high. I showed her both sides of myself, as Lincoln Bryce, the recluse businessman, and as Dane, the dark and depraved monster she ran from in the dark and gave her body to in defeat.She just didn't know we were the same person.Would she ever be okay with both sides of me if she learned the truth? And would I let her go if she wasn't?

They call me Emo Barbie. And they're not far off, though I consider myself a little more alternative than that. I just so happen to do everything in six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick.I like it when people stare. I like the attention.I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist.Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is.Sweet. Innocent. Pure.Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her.The problem?The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.Brody and Knox are the epitome of dark, brooding, alphaholes that ooze testosterone and scream bad boy in charge.They're everything I've always competed with as a dominant lesbian. Yet when I see them with her, I'm fascinated.Drawn in and unable to walk away.So tell me why I was a no-strings-attached kind of girl when I met Hannah, determined to use her newly discovered bisexuality to steal her from her men for some fun, yet now I'm aching to fall to my knees and suddenly be a good girl for Brody and Knox with Hannah at my side?

My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity.Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them.That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage.I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.Because Olivia was keeping a secret when I found her that night.The leader of the Velvet Cage took more than just her freedom from her. He took away her consent. And the consequences were growing in her belly.But as my pretty little Storm recovered in my dark penthouse, I made a vow to her.I'd spend the rest of my days protecting her. Keeping her. Loving her, and her baby.However, would my desire to avenge her suffering ultimately return her to the dangers of the Velvet Cage?

My Pretty Little Rainbow was all thunder and lightning, with hair like a damn neon dream and a mouth that didn't know when to quit.I bought a club in Boston to start over, to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple-remodel the mess, retrain the staff, and open the doors.Then, she took the stage.Now, we're locked in a battle of wills, and I can't decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way, she's under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile, I feel the world tilt on its axis, and I'm not sure if I'm falling for her-or falling apart.The more I push, the more she pulls. Into my club. Into my family. Into my life.She didn't just torment me; she wormed her way into places I swore I'd let no one go. And damn it, she made me feel things I don't have a name for.I didn't deserve her; I knew that much. But when it came to Sloane? I had never been good at playing fair.Enemies. Lovers. Or something far more dangerous. When you dance with the devil, you don't walk away unscathed. And if she isn't careful, she'll find herself tangled in the darkness I've tried so hard to hide.Because maniacs like me didn't get to bask in the pretty rainbows of life. Did they?

Fox St. Claire is everything I shouldn't want. He's dangerous, dark, and the muscle of a secretive motorcycle club. Even worse? He's my brother's best friend.I knew falling for him wouldn't end well, but our simple friendship quickly morphed into more, blurring the lines of what we knew was wrong but felt so right. For a while, we managed to hide our whirlwind romance, but I guess all good things must come to an end.My brother finding out was brutal, but the cops showing up at my door to notify me of his demise before I could even explain was worse. Add on the fact a few weeks later Fox confessed to being the one to do it, and I was a mess.Fleeing California, I was determined to start a new life-one away from the MC. But when Fox shows up years later, telling me the truth and promising to protect me, I get sucked back in quicker than I fled.The only problem? I was pregnant with his daughter when I left and never told him...