BOOK FIVE His spit mixed with my wetness, dripping down my thighs. "Dario-fuck-slow down," I whined, but he didn't. He shoved his tongue inside me, deep, then pulled back just to suck on my clit again. Over and over. Sloppy as hell.

BOOK 3 I gritted my teeth, staring up at her, my head swimming with thoughts. "You're so fucking pretty, I wanna slap the shit outta you." Her breath hitched, and instead of being scared or confused, her lips curled into this tiny smirk. "Do it then." I groaned, my hand twitching as it gripped her hip. "Don't play with me, Heaven..."

BOOK 2 I was too busy gripping the sheets, moaning to argue with this dumbass. "Fucking love how you sound,ma," he murmured? his lips brushing against my ear. "Only for me, right?" "Y-Yeah," I stammered, barely able to form fucking words. "Damn right," he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED ‼️

BOOK 1 "This is what you wanted hmm?" he asked breathlessly whispering in my ear. "For me to fuck this tight little pussy." THIS STORY IS NOT EDITIED‼️

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Fazion Creed was the wildfire of the Creed brothers-the youngest, the most reckless, the one who swore up and down that love would never catch him. He thrived on chaos, fast nights, faster women, and the freedom of never answering to anybody's soft feelings. In his own words, he was born a bachelor and planned to die one, no matter who crossed his path. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. One impulsive night with his brother's wife's best friend flips his entire world upside down. What was supposed to be nothing more than heat and adrenaline becomes the moment that stalks him, haunts him, rewires him. Suddenly the man who lived for the streets and the spotlight finds himself thinking about things he's never let himself want-forever, loyalty, a woman he can't shake even when he tries. Fazion was never looking for love... But love found him anyway, and it refuses to let go. Armani Rose is a full-time respiratory nurse with a soft heart, sharp instincts, and a ride-or-die loyalty that makes her the perfect best friend to Rumi and an even better godmother to their little one. She works hard, loves harder, and keeps her world clean and steady... until one reckless birthday night knocks her balance clean out of her hands. What should've been a harmless "one time and never again" slip-up turns into Fazion Creed tattooing himself onto her reality. She swore she'd forget him by sunrise, but he keeps showing up-leaning in her doorway like he owns the place, sliding into her days, popping up in her space with that wild grin like she already belongs to him. He's claiming her without permission, pushing past every boundary she tries to rebuild, refusing to give her the distance she swears she needs. Armani doesn't know whether to cuss him out, run away, or let him keep pulling her into the fire he carries in his chest. Because Fazion isn't budging. And deep down, she's not sure she wants him to.

Samir Johnson has seen it all, survived it all, and buried more than most men could carry. To the world, he is the polished face of a multimillion-dollar tech company, a quiet, cold-hearted visionary with money, power, and control wrapped neatly in a designer suit. But behind the scenes, Samir is known as Saint, and in the streets he rules alongside his best friend Elijah, better known as Bishop. Calculating, distant, and feared, Samir has built a life that looks solid from the outside while everything beneath it quietly rots. After losing his fiancée and unborn daughter in a tragic car crash, then losing his mother not long after, grief hollowed him out in ways no amount of money and power could fix. Love feels like something he no longer deserves, and with his mind caught in a constant war between living and letting go, Samir has been spiraling for longer than anyone knows. Stationed in Atlanta with his brothers, he makes one final attempt to find peace by turning toward the church, hoping maybe God can reach a place in him nobody else has. Then he meets her, and everything changes. Harmoni Sinclair has always belonged to the church. Raised by a devoted pastor, she grew up with faith woven into her bones and carried that strength with her into adulthood. She remained active in the church as a Sunday school teacher while also building a life as a preschool teacher, believing in kindness, purpose, and the kind of love that feels safe. It was there she met her husband, and what began as something beautiful ended in heartbreak when a robbery gone wrong stole him from her life. Four years later, Harmoni is still carrying grief that never fully loosened its grip, trying every day to find the light at the end of a tunnel that seems to stretch on forever. Then she meets Samir, a man burdened by ghosts, silence, and pain so heavy. What begins as two broken people standing in the wreckage of their separate losses unfolds into something unexpected, healing and beautiful.

"I told you about looking down when you being talked to mama." Kaiser spoke more softly than before. In the small time he been around Serenity, he noticed how shy she was. She was so avoidant but alluring. He was interested in her. Seeing how well she was with the kids was just a plus. "Why?" She sighed in frustration before signing. She knew if she started talking she would make a fool of herself. "Why what?" He signed back. "Why do you care? You don't know me." "Not everyone has it out for you. I just wanna know you," Kaiser frowned. He didn't understand why she was so isolated but he wanted to know. She was worth knowing.

Who knew one interaction could change everything.

The saga of Benji and Karma continues... Completed