She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

Sometimes, home isn't a place-it's a person. Amara Lune has built her life on movement-between jobs, between dreams, between people who never stay long enough to matter. At twenty, she knows how to survive. How to smile when she's exhausted. How to make everything look lighter than it feels. What she doesn't know... is how to let anyone see what's underneath. Isadora Laurent has spent years perfecting stillness. At forty-two, her world is controlled, structured, and carefully untouched by anything she cannot manage. Success came easily. Control came naturally. And love-love became something she learned to live without. When their worlds collide, it isn't dramatic. It isn't instant. It's quiet. A conversation that lingers a little too long. A presence that becomes difficult to ignore. A connection neither of them planned... and neither of them knows how to handle. Because Amara doesn't stay. And Isadora doesn't let people in. But somewhere between distance and closeness, between restraint and longing, something begins to shift. And for the first time in a long time- they both find themselves wondering what it might mean... to finally feel at home.

" 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. " " 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼. " (𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗮!) (𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗢𝗰!) (𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭) (𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟴, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭) (𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: ? ) !𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚! 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀! #𝟭 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲 - 𝟴/𝟭𝟭/𝟮𝟭 #𝟭 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 - 𝟮𝟰/𝟭𝟭/𝟮𝟭 #𝟭 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻 - 𝟮𝟱/𝟭𝟭/𝟮𝟭 #𝟭 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮 - 𝟮𝟲/𝟭𝟭/𝟮𝟭 #𝟭 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗲 - 𝟲/𝟭𝟮/𝟮𝟭 #𝟭 𝗲𝗱𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 - 𝟴/𝟭𝟮/𝟮𝟭

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

Two archaeologists, digging under the hot Egyptian sun, discovered the hidden tomb of a queen who ruled 4,000 years ago. The entrance was sealed with warnings, but what they found inside was even more surprising. In the queen's golden casket were two skeletons, resting together. Paintings on the walls told the story of a forbidden love between the queen and another woman, who was shown as her equal and protector. They ruled in secret, defying the rules of their time. Their tomb, hidden far away, became a safe place for their love. This discovery shows that love, in any form, is eternal.

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

People called Alex a freak. Weirdo. Fake boy. Mute. Fag. So on and so on. Alex didn't deny it. She didn't entirely care in fact cause she knew she was different from the other kids. But it wasn't from being mute, having ASD, was intersex, or that her abusive, drunk father forces her to work in his mechanic shop for zero pay. No, it was the fact that she could make things happen without even meaning too. When upset, Alex can make lightbulbs explode. Hurt people accidentally by breaking their bones or sending them flying across the room without touching them. Make the ground beneath her tremble and so much more. Alex knew something was different with her, that she was indeed a freak. But not everyone thinks that. One day, Alex is dragged into a whole other world after helping a beautiful girl her own age with her broken car. A girl who called her mate. Little did she know, how much of a roller coaster her life will become after that.

Through blurred eyes I saw Runa bit into the strawberry that was drenched in my cum. After not being able to cum for 3 times because of a strawberry in my pussy , I feel Ike I might pass out. "Ty vyglyadish' tak krasivo, kogda konchayesh', detka" she said, pumping two fingers inside me. Fuck . Hearing her speak Russian might make me come again. ~°•°~ Esmeralda , a 20-yr old girl loves reading her novels, she reads it wherever she goes. Whether it be in the grocery, to university, even on afternoon walks. Her biggest dream is to find someone like the guys in her novels "That a big dream of mine" she'd always say to herself. One day she realizes she has a stalker . Shes happy but scared at the same time. She's shocked when she sees her stalker, turns out it wasn't a guy it was a woman. (TW❗️) •Language •Use of drugs •Violence •Stalking •Smut •Sexual Assault •Use of sex toys

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me. "Right here," she said, her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There are only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025)