|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

[COMPLETED, 18+) ''Let's get one thing straight.'' His tone was as stern as his grip. ''We don't make idle threats. No need to.'' The harsh stare slid down to her mouth. ''We take what we want.'' In the deteriorating Southeast district of Los Angeles, police struggle to control the ongoing success of a notorious crime family. One cop stands out among the rest, her integrity the defining line between law and corruption. But when passions flare, lines are often crossed . . . Lieutenant Virginia Robins has been waging war on organized crime for nearly ten years, hell-bent on shutting the Chilvati family down, one arrest at a time if necessary. Now the fight turns personal after her partner is killed in a suspicious fire and rumors spread about his possible link to the family. No longer willing to play by the rules, Virginia sets her sights on the man she believes is responsible, a man most people respectfully fear. Consumed by the need to clear her partner's name, solving his case is all she cares about--until the day her daughter is taken. Mark Spinelli is well-known for his quick temper and womanizing ways, although the true fame comes with the ruthless occupation. As underboss of the powerful Chilvati family, he trusts no one outside of the few loyal men sworn to protect him. Still, he can't help but admire the determination of the irate beauty who insists on sticking her investigative nose where it doesn't belong. And on the day she needs a hero, Mark shocks everybody, including himself, when he becomes one. Virginia finds herself captivated by the mysterious, intimidating man who won't talk about his past, and she puts her heart, career, and life at risk when she takes that next step, into his arms, into his dark world. WARNING: This story contains strong language, sexual content, and some mild violence. 2018 ABBA (Annual Bad Boy Awards) Winner Featured story on: @Romance @Dangerouslove @Action @Adultfiction @Crime @ProjectBadassGirls @ProjectBadBoys

Fifty thousand dollars in exchange for three weeks of sheer commitment and consented submission. It was a simple proposal from the employer to an employee until feelings got in the way. Being a college student and the legal guardian of her two siblings, Arabella Lincoln has a lot on her plate. Money has always been the issue; more bills and expenses every single day, with only meagre part-time wages to cover it all. It was supposed to be pure business with no strings attached; do what he says, and get paid in the end. That was the agreement, and Arabella knew it was like a road to her way home. But what if there's more to him than he lets on? What if each layer she peels off renders her tied to his myriad shades of mystery pulling her closer like a super magnet? He's like a tornado, wrecking her up. But then he's like a touch of sun, thawing the frozen river in her after a long excruciating winter. Drawn to her world of normalcy and simple joy he never knew existed, Adrian Castle discovers more about himself, about her, and letting go becomes more painful than anything he's ever felt in his entire existence. But business is business. He needs to walk away when the deal is done. He's the last person to provide her the love and security she deserves. He's the danger. Will he let her in knowing full well that she doesn't belong to his world full of darkness? The world he so badly tried to escape.

★★★TOP 5 WATTPAD ROMANCE NOVEL (reached #5)!★★★ When Sera's new art teacher mistakes her for a model and demands that she strip naked, sparks start to fly. Will Mr Marek be able to keep his student at arm's length after seeing everything she has to offer? His Model Student is the latest SIZZLINGLY HOT student-teacher romance from Noël Cades.

[FREE STORY] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."