I looked out of the window. The huge window had bars on it. It was designed in a way only I could see outside world. That's what I could only do. I could never live there. Why? There were two huge arms wrapped around me like chains as I stared at the window blankly. "Mate, I can still feel your dislike towards me. Tell me, what should I do to gain your affection. I'll do everything you say or buy anything for you. I love you, mate. Name it" I stared at his wolf eyes filled with love which made my heart churn. I pressed my urge to puke and stared blankly at him. "Free me" "I told you. I'll never leave you. How dare you think about going away mate. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to step out of the bed. Then you'll carry my pups. Let's see how you'll deny my love" He growled angrily. In a minute. I was lying under him naked... Again. ---

I was supposed to be on a chill RV camping trip with my boyfriend's family. Key words: supposed to. I hated him, I hated them, and the only thing keeping me sane was sneaking off at night to take pictures of the forest. But one night... I wandered too far. Now I'm being held captive by something straight out of a fever dream-a 7-foot tall lycan beast who doesn't shift, doesn't speak, and definitely doesn't care about my personal space. Oh, and apparently? I'm his mate. Cute. I've tried escaping-multiple times. He always catches me. Throws me over his shoulder like it's just another Tuesday. I curse him out, he grunts. I run, he drags me back. I'm not falling for him. I don't care how protective, possessive, or weirdly gentle he is when he thinks I'm asleep. I just want out... right?

"Open your legs Lina," he said as he tried to pry them open. I shook my head, trying my best to control my nerves. I was confident seconds ago trying to get into his pants and now here I was shaking like a leaf. "Open your legs and let me taste you." My heart was hammering away, and I was sweating like crazy. I exhaled before slowly opening my legs. My hands gripped the sheets when his eyes went between, them taking everything in. "Beautiful," was all he said as he pulled me down and rested his chin on my belly. ______________________________________ Nalina (Lina) Romirez wasn't your typical nineteen-year-old. She had a secret that only those closest to her knew: her right hand was missing. Her parents had always known life would be different when their only daughter was born different. By the time she was eight, Lina had already mastered the use of a technologically advanced prosthetic hand. It was so well-crafted that no one could tell it was artificial unless they looked closely. Brairwood Haven was home to both humans and werewolves. The Pack lived deep in the woods, and stepping foot on their territory was an instant death sentence. Lina had never encountered the higher members of the Pack or the Alpha. She didn't care to, as her only focus was finishing her studies and getting out of town. But as fate would have it, her path crossed with the reigning Alpha, something she never expected. Not only was he the embodiment of strength and dominance, but his striking features were impossible to ignore. He knew that she was his other half. But Lina wasn't planning on ever stepping foot on their territory again or meeting the Alpha for a second time. At least, that's what she thought. [UN-EDITED & HAS ERRORS]

"How comes you aren't shy right now? You sometimes stutter around me." I smiled a little. "I'm not new to sex. I had an ex remember?" He nodded slowly. "Are you kinky?" I licked my lips. "Why did you ask?" He gripped my legs and yanked me closer to him. "Because I want to taste you. Will you be okay with that?" I froze a little. As much as I was used to sex, I've never been eaten before. "My ex didn't..." I trailed off. He smirked before slipping off the couch and onto his knees. _____________________________________ Being sentence to two years in prison was one thing. Falling for a correctional officer was a totally different story. __ Two years behind bars was supposed to be her punishment. But when Jess starts falling for the correctional officer assigned to her block, she learns that some lines aren't just crossed-they're burned. What starts as stolen glances and hesitant conversations turns into something deeper, something dangerous. Every moment together risks his career and her freedom, but some connections can't be ignored. In a place built on rules and secrets, Jess must decide whether love is worth breaking the ones that could destroy them both.

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

NEW dark and steamy MC romance series! 🔥 In this small desert town, the club is law. Loyalty is earned in blood. Love is a liability. And the past always finds its way back. Welcome to the Martyrs in Mayhem MC. ⸻ Thea... After everything fell apart, I ran. I left California with nothing but regret and desperation, chasing the only family I had left. My brother. But the man I found wasn't my brother anymore. He was an outlaw. A criminal. A biker in a world ruled by violence and loyalty thicker than blood. At the center of it all is the club's president. A dangerous, possessive man I slipped out on after one reckless night. How can I run from one dangerous man into the arms of another? I'd soon find out my past wasn't done with me. It was already on its way to this small, desert town in New Mexico. -- Maverick... My brothers and I have sacrificed everything for our club to uphold the laws we abide by. Whether it was through our own blood or that of our fallen family members. As president, I don't get the luxury of weakness. My job is to keep the money flowing, the cops off our backs, and my family breathing. Love? That's a distraction that gets men killed. Or worse, women hurt. Then she walks into my club. One look and I know she's not the kind of woman a man forgets. By morning, she was gone, leaving nothing behind but a fake name and tangled sheets. That is, until the spitfire storms into my clubhouse asking for one of my brothers. The resurgence of a past enemy brings trouble at our door as a mysterious strain of bad drugs is leaving dead kids around town. But we've learned from our club's history and aren't willing to bow down so easy. It's not a time for distraction as the stakes get higher, but I can't get her out of my mind. And if she's not careful... she's going to find out the outlaw lifestyle doesn't let go.

Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir. •••••••• Tristian Perry, the undisputed kingpin of New York's underworld, lives by a strict code: power, respect, and ruthless efficiency. A chance encounter five years ago with a young stripper named Lyric Raven resulted in a single night of intense passion, a night he barely remembers amidst the chaos of his life. Lyric, on the other hand, never forgot Tristian. That night left her with Trevor , a son she's fiercely protected, keeping his paternity a secret. Now, five years later, their worlds collide again with explosive force. Tristian, enraged by a dealer's betrayal, traces him to his apartment, only to find Lyric and Trevor living there with him. He kidnaps them both, intending to use them as leverage against her brother until his debt is paid. Lyric, hardened by five years of single motherhood but still possessing the spark that initially captivated him, ignites a dangerous desire he thought he'd buried. Tristian is torn between his ruthless nature, his growing affection for Trevor, and his re-emerging obsession with Lyric.

⚠️ You have to read : Red bows before this ⚠️ When Mimì leaves the city to open a small pastry shop in a remote Italian mountain village, she believes she's choosing solitude, work, and survival not desire. The town is closed, suspicious, slow to accept her. Her shop becomes a quiet anomaly: butter, sugar, heat, patience. Then a man starts coming in every morning. Always silent. Always distant. Always ordering the same thing: Their connection grows the same way the dessert does: slowly, under strict control, built on restraint rather than excess. There is attraction, undeniable and physical, but also something darker underneath fear, guilt, and an unspoken rule about not crossing certain lines. As seasons change and the mountain tightens its grip, Mimì is forced to confront what she wants versus what is safe. Desire here is not loud. It simmers. It waits. It threatens to break if handled the wrong way. Some loves burn. Others learn how to stop.

In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

Everyone in the village fears the man who lives at the edge of the mountain. Tommaso arrived one year ago, bought the abandoned house in the woods, and never looked back. He never speaks. He never smiles. Half of his face is marked by fire, one grey eye watching the world as if it has already seen the worst of it. Lola, twenty-three, never planned to stay in that small Italian village. But life had other plans. Working between the local library and the school, she's convinced nothing exciting will ever happen there... Until she meets him. Some men are dangerous because they lie. Tommaso is dangerous because he tells the truth. "Don't mistake my silence for kindness." The village calls him a monster. Lola can't decide if she's afraid of him... ...or of the way she keeps looking for him. "You'll stop fearing my scars the moment you discover what I'm willing to do for you." 🚨🚨🚨🚨 Read before this red bow and cannele (you will understand better )