On a stormy night, Mingi, a deaf young homeless man, seeks shelter by breaking into a stranger's house, only to meet Sugar-a seductive, free-spirited woman with a reputation for being wild and unpredictable. As the storm rages outside, an unexpected connection sparks between them, blurring the lines between desire, danger, and love. - SMUT HEAVY! 18+ recommended

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.

READ SUMMARY WARNINGS Military forces from a neighboring country have taken control of Ari's city, only one of many now under occupation. Soldiers patrol every street, watching, destroying, killing... and doing whatever they please. Strict new rules govern daily life, leaving citizens in constant fear. But one fateful night changes everything for Ari in a way she never expected. But deep down, she always knew it was bound to happen. She just never imagined how much she'd come to enjoy it... This is a DARK story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - War Crimes - Mentions of rape - Sex - Obsession - Violence/Killing -Dominant guy/submissive girl - pregnancy later in the story *no agonizingly slow burn!*

Bernique Johnson prefers to be invisible. But Jake D. Henderson sees everything - especially her. What begins as a 3 a.m. summons turns into late-night calls, intense stares, and a dangerous unraveling. Jake doesn't flirt. He challenges. And Bernique? She's not used to being wanted. Not like this. It has to be a game. But if it isn't, she might have to face the truth she's avoided all her life: She was always more than enough.

Elsie has been tricked. As a result, everyone thinks she's an awful person and she is forced to attend Black Elm College, a disciplinary school. But little does she know about the school's very special way of working, including the fact that she'll be a sub and will have to listen to a dom. How will she deal with this sort of relationship, she who has never let anyone dominate her? ----------------------------Best Rankings---------------------------- #1 in Brat #3 in Bdsmrelationship #7 in Sir #1 in Kinky TW : Explicit content, BDSM, ... (full list inside) :)

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

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Graham's a 30-year-old socially awkward nerd - a virgin with a head full of fantasies and a heart full of nerves. He's got all the kinks he's scared to try, all the desires he's never dared to explore. Marley's 25, plus-size, quiet but confident - the kind of woman who sees the real him, the messy, shy, freaky parts he hides from the world. When Marley starts to peel back Graham's layers, she unlocks more than just his secrets - she awakens a fire neither of them expected. From stolen kisses in the bookstore aisles to nights filled with whispered praise and raw discovery, they're about to rewrite what love and pleasure look like.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.