"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

"𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞." 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬?"... "𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬." {THE THIRD BOOK IN THE EVERGLADE MANOR SERIES} 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 she was broken, she as destroyed inside and out. However she chose a different path, she chose anger. She lashes out. She has nothing but anger left in her shattered, helpless soul. Having gone through hell and only just making it out alive. She thinks that her life is hopeless, she's 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 not living. Yet one boy, one singular boy seems to bring that life into her. 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 the boy with the ocean eyes and the sandy hair. The boy who seems weak yet he has the strongest heart. The boy that lives in a 'hellhole' the boy who tries to live life to the fullest while having yo fight for his life and only just 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 the wrath of his father. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 and 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 both broken and both just hardly surviving the life that was given to them. Can they give each other the 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 that they both fight to have? 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

+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.

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling as tears prick the corners of my eyes. "Please don't hurt me." The words barely escape my throat, fragile and desperate. He studies me for a moment, tilting his head slightly, almost as if he's amused by my plea. Then he scoffs, the sound sharp and mocking. "Why would I want to do that?" he murmurs, his voice smooth but carrying a dark undertone that chills me. He takes a step forward, and instinctively, I step back. "I've just found you..." He pauses, his gaze dragging over my face like a predator sizing up its prey. "And now you're mine." Aurora Evans leads a life of simplicity. Eat, work, sleep-her unchanging regimen is her sanctuary, and she has no intention of altering it. But what unfolds when a shadowy figure, lurking beyond her windows, takes an insidious interest in her? One glance at her in a café ensnares him, rendering him captivated, his singular ambition becoming clear: to claim her as his own. Aurora's attempts to escape his shadowy games are futile, especially in the cloak of night when he emerges, weaving his spell under the cover of darkness. He teases, entices, and pushes her perilously close to her breaking point. Her resolve is to distance herself as much as possible. Yet, fate has a cruel sense of irony. When she is abruptly dismissed from her previous job, she unwittingly lands a position working for him-as his assistant-entangling her in a web she can no longer evade. *A STALKER ROMANCE* #1 in "assistant" 12/23/24 #1 in "criminal" 3/8/25

"Look at my pretty fucking girl with her pretty lips around my cock" Vivian river meets a ruthless mafia king. Lorenzo Russo meets an innocent naive girl. Both of them have no clue they've known each other since they were children. [COMPLETED]

❝I'll fuck myself into you and have your pretty little cunt cream on my cock. I'm growing tired of you pretending you don't like this,❞ he growled. -- Natalia Wellesley wasn't born to be soft and quiet, she was born to make the world shatter and shake with her touch. Mikhail Mogilevich was all seven of the deadly sins and when Natalia wanted a fight, he gave her war. What begins as an almost harmless rivalry between the heirs of the most notorious crime families soon turns into heated passion, pain and fury. -- ✘ Contains a lot of sexual content (chapters with it are marked with (R), do with this information as you please, wink wink) and content unsuitable for anyone under 18. ✘ This is basically just smut lol word count: 120,000 - 130,000.