Recovering from the embarrassment of a failed engagement, Amara Lewis welcomes the opportunity to restore a painting for elusive art financier Andrei Volkov. She anticipates yet another of the cravat-wearing, aging businessmen that dominate the London elite. How wrong could she possibly be? When Andrei shows up to her gallery to retrieve his piece, she is shocked to find that he is young - and devastatingly handsome. But Andrei is also a controlling dominant who knows no boundaries. He works to infiltrate every component of Amara's life, while shielding his shadowy past and his many secrets at every turn. The danger that seems to surround him tells her to run, so she does, but Andrei Volkov is a man who gets what he wants and nothing will stop him from having her.

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

Luca Moretti was supposed to be a legend - until a career-ending injury turned the league's most feared forward into its coldest coach. Discipline is all he has left, and he wields it like a weapon. The players respect him. The press fears him. And behind closed doors, control isn't just his reputation - it's his release. Isola Ren never planned to come back to the sport that destroyed her family. But when she's hired as the team's new physical therapist, she finds herself face-to-face with the man whose name once filled her brother's stories. Luca Moretti. Arrogant. Commanding. Off-limits. Their first clash sparks more than anger. His warning is low and dangerous: "Careful, little girl. I break the ones who talk back." She should walk away. She doesn't. In a world where pain and passion skate the same thin ice, control becomes the most dangerous game of all. And when secrets from the past resurface, both will have to decide what they're willing to risk - for forgiveness, for obsession, and for something that feels a lot like love. A dark, age-gap hockey romance full of tension, obsession, and the kind of heat that burns slow and deep.

They were best friends from the moment they met in the elementary school cafeteria -Edward Collins, a quiet, kind-hearted boy from privilege, and Jacqueline Woods, a strong-willed, self-aware girl from the other side of town. Through childhood chaos, teenage dreams, and whispered secrets under starlit skies, they were inseparable. Two hearts, one world. They came from two different worlds, but their hearts beat the same. Edward Collins was the quiet, soft-spoken boy born into wealth and stability, raised by two loving parents who gave him everything-except the courage to speak his heart. Jacqueline Woods was the fierce, beautiful girl with a radiant smile and a soul far older than her years, raised by her hardworking single mother in a world that taught her how to survive before she learned how to dream. From the moment they met, they were inseparable-two best friends who leaned on each other through every challenge, every heartbreak, every growing pain. In a world that didn't always make space for them, they made space for each other. But when college came, life pulled them in different directions. Edward followed the path laid out for him-ivy league halls, boardroom tables, and a fortune waiting with his name on it. Jacqueline took the harder road, one filled with struggle, sacrifice, and silence. They lost touch... until fate brought them face to face again. Now he's a wealthy man with everything he thought he wanted. And she's homeless, tired, and trying to hold on to what little she has left. But beneath the years, the pain, and the silence, their connection still lingers-quiet, powerful, and aching to better This story came about as I was writing and playing around on Wattpad , It's my first story I ever did. I didn't think I would get this far after the first 2 chapter Take it easy on me .!! Plssss English is not my first language I'll try my best to make it interesting for you guys !! Hope you enjoy it 😊!!

Maeva took charge of my dreams. Melted me with a simple glance. My affection for her grew in secret because she wasn't mine, she was my brother's. Until he ruined everything. Left her heartbroken beyond repair. Now, it's my turn to show her what love is supposed to look like... from one lover to another. [Update each Tuesday at 10:00 AM CET]

Unlike most performative men, Adam Barrington IS your average guy. He lives a simple life and has everything he needs; a good paying job and his wonderful (sexy) girlfriend, Molly. I mean, what more could he want? Well, life is full of surprises... and shit. And that crappy part of life so happens to come in a life-sized, doe-eyed, annoying, feminine package. That package is none other than Elaine Reed. Adam HATES Elaine. And what's worse? She's his colleague.

He left her to protect his bloodline. Now his bloodline is the one thing that could destroy him. Years ago, Amari Grant fell for Luca Moretti - heir to one of the most feared mafia families in Italy. He was her forbidden love, her undoing, and her heartbreak. When his family forced him to choose between his legacy and the woman he loved, Luca walked away... never knowing she was carrying his child. Amari built a new life in silence. She raised their son alone, far from Luca's world of guns and loyalty oaths. Now happily married and thriving. But secrets don't stay buried forever. When word of the boy reaches Luca's enemies, the unthinkable happens - her son is taken. Desperate and out of options, Amari does the last thing she ever thought she would: she goes back to Luca. The man who shattered her heart is now her only hope. When Luca learns the truth - that the child he's being asked to protect is his own - everything he's built starts to crumble. His marriage. His empire. His control. Now the ruthless don will burn the world to find his son and protect him... and the woman who still owns his heart. But rescuing them means war - and in the mafia, love is the deadliest weakness of all.

Dear Diary: 14/01/2019 Monday I can't believe my luck. After 6 long years of silence, after so much heartache and healing, I saw him today. The one who took my heart, the one I trusted to keep it safe, only for him to crush it beneath his spiked boots. Not literally-he never wore spiked boots-but the pain he caused me back then? It felt like he might as well have. I tried so hard to keep my expression neutral when I saw him, but I could feel it slipping. The surprise, the confusion, the sting of old wounds, all right there on my face. I wonder if my boss noticed. I wonder if he noticed. He looked different, of course. It's been six years, after all, but he seemed so calm, so composed... and I can't deny it-he looked good. Too good. It caught me off guard how attractive he still is, maybe even more so now. That sense of ease he carries... it's the kind of cool confidence that feels magnetic. Damn it, I hope I looked different to him, too. Better, stronger-like a woman who has come into her own. I hope he saw that and thought, "I lost something special." I'm trying to tell myself it doesn't matter, that this chance meeting was just that: chance. But there's this voice inside me, a quiet one at first, now growing louder, whispering, "What are the odds?" What are the chances that, after all these years, after all that we've both been through, we would cross paths again like this? It doesn't mean anything. It can't mean anything. I'm practically married and my fiance is the one I've built a future with. But I won't lie-the thought of him, of what could've been, still echoes in my mind, and it's unsettling how easy those old feelings are to stir.

[completed] The twenty-four-year-old Vanessa White has a routine in her life in Los Angeles, California. Vanessa wants to be a painter full-time, but she's an art curator at the Museum of Modern Art. On the weekends, she's out with her friends and has multiple rendezvous. Vanessa doesn't do relationships at all. For a while now, she hasn't been until she got more than what she bargained for. Vanessa then finds herself in a dilemma due to her disappointment. She never finds men who want what she wants at the same time-just sex. No commitment. No strings attached. She wants these things because she's used to getting let down in relationships. Twenty-five-year-old Tommy Martinez is a successful sculptor who is an old friend from college. He's tired of feeling bad that he doesn't want something more. He just wants to focus on his art. They had a friends-with-benefits relationship back then, which happened to end smoothly. The two find themselves rekindling the relationship that they used to have while discovering themselves as artists. - Book I of the Love In LA Series ROMANTICS AWARDS 2022 WINNER SAVE BLACK CHARACTERS CAMPAIGN

🎸 "You feel that?" he murmured. "Feel how wet you are for me?" "Maverick-" she gasped. "I could fuck this pretty pussy all night," he groaned. "Look at the mess you're making on me. Soaking the sheets. Look up, baby. Look at what I'm doing to you." She looked up at the mirror-saw his body rocking into hers, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pinned her down. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and huge milk chocolate areoles glistening with sweat. Her mouth fell open again. "No lyrics now?" he teased. "I c-can't-" "You were doing so good," he murmured, grinding deeper. __________________________ Celeste Jones is music royalty-an electric guitar virtuoso with a voice that sells out stadiums and a presence that commands every room she walks into. To the public she's bold, curvy, unapologetically sensual, and used to being admired from a distance. But there's so much to her they don't know. When an anonymous threat shakes her world, her team hires a bodyguard she can't ignore. Maverick Walker is ex-military, all discipline and control. His low waves are always tight, his dark skin glows under stage lights, and his trimmed beard frames a mouth that rarely smiles. He's not here to play fanboy. He's here to do a job: keep Celeste alive. But Celeste doesn't make it easy. She flirts with him like it's foreplay. One shared kiss is all it takes for Maverick's resolve to fracture. As danger creeps closer, the chemistry between them catches fire. Their kisses turn to touches. Their touches turn to nights neither of them can forget. And when it all explodes, it's more than just lust-it's survival, it's love, it's everything. Released: 04/02/2025