(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.

There are a lot of stories about love. This isn't one of them. What I'm writing here sits somewhere else-somewhere less polished, less explainable. These are stories about people who don't need reasons to want what they want. People who don't justify their choices. People who understand exactly what they're doing-and do it anyway. Power matters here. Who has it. Who gives it up. Who pretends they don't want it. You'll see characters who: step into control without apology let themselves be controlled without pretending it's innocence blur lines they fully understand Nothing is accidental.

Jackson has lived his entire life in the cold, a hollow shell of a boy carved out by years of cruelty. He was a ghost until Mira looked at him. She was the first person to offer a hand instead of a fist, and in that moment, she didn't just save him-she claimed him. He doesn't just love her; he worships the ground she walks on and hates the air she breathes that isn't his. She thinks it was a chance encounter. He knows it was the beginning of the end

"Let me be clear, piccola - you've unlocked a side of me I didn't know I had. And if you think you can keep me up all night, pushing boundaries, I'm going to show you exactly how ruthless I can be." My pulse quickened. "What do you mean?" I whispered, trying to steady my voice. His fingers slid down my side, tracing a slow, deliberate path. "The same way I close deals without mercy, I don't hold back in here." His eyes darkened, locking onto mine with fierce intensity. "You're not fragile. So I'm betting you can take more than a little roughness." I swallowed hard, words catching in my throat. "Good." His touch grew firmer, pressing into my skin with purpose. "But don't mistake that for lack of care." He softened just enough to make my breath hitch. "I want to break you down... but I'll cherish every part of you, even when you're trembling." His thumb brushed over a sensitive spot, sending heat flooding through me. "Now tell me, amore... what do you crave? What do you want me to push you into?" My voice came out shaky but honest. "Bondage. Control. Dirty words. Pain... edging..." A slow, satisfied smile spread over his lips. "You have no idea what you just invited."

Rya McCoy had it all.... except a good sex life. College was supposed to be the most exciting time of your life, but for Rya, she deemed it as the most important. The stress of her degree and being the best took over her world until she found herself in another. She didn't mean to waltz into a BDSM club, just as much as she didn't mean to get the ride of her life from her long-time arch nemesis, Christopher Knowles, but she did. And she couldn't help but crave for more. Two enemies. One deal. But a single promise: no one falls in love. _____ B O O K 2 O F T H E P L E A S E M E S E R I E S : 1 - Teach Me to Please 2 - Promise Me to Please _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ explicit language ❤︎ alcohol consumption ❤︎ mild violence ❤︎ BDSM _____ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S : 1 #enemies 1 #oppositesattract 2 #enemieswithbenefits 2 #goldengirl 2 #secretadmirer 3 #goldenboy _____ S T A R T E D - 14/04/2022 C O M P L E T E D - ? ? ?

❀ 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚖-𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ❀ Elliot Ashford, 26, is the heir to his father's vast empire. As the only child, he's expected to carry on the legacy, but when his father's business begins crumbling under a series of unfortunate events, Elliot finds himself backed into a corner. To salvage their wealth and reputation, he's forced into an arranged marriage with a woman he only knows by name: Zaria Valmont. But what happens when Zaria isn't the delicate, docile bride Elliot expects? Instead, she's blunt, straightforward, and a bit terrifying-yet undeniably beautiful. "Aw, look at how pathetic you look right now," Zaria says, lifting his chin with a finger, her voice dripping with amusement. "Don't go soft on me now~"

Running away wasn't brave but it was the only thing she could do. Now, Nova Celeste is living day to day, broke and invisible, working long shifts at a quiet café on the edge of town. She thought a cheap shared apartment would be her fresh start, until she met him. Her new roommate is nothing like she expected, he is handsome in that dangerous way. A really dangerous way. He's barely home, and when he is, there's always trouble behind the door. Shady men. Late-night knocks. Whispered arguments that stop the second she walks in. Growing suspicious of the man's shady behaviour she tries to interfere, but trouble is all she knows. ____ Luciano Fernandez, running the big empire of Italian mafia. His only mission is to get back his family's Spanish empire. Forced to go underground to take matters into his own hands when his enemy keeps getting away from him, he finds himself in a shared apartment on the edge of the city. And that's when he meets her. His roommate is summarised as, nosey and a brat that keeps getting into his head and his work. He tries to keep his calm but fails when he gets to know her little secret. The secret that costs her life in the mafia world. __ Now when she is standing on the edge of a knife, she contemplates to find his secret. Will she know his secret or become his secret...? ___ Started on- 7/10/25 Ended on- Word count- ~ Ariel Hazel

ever wanted to read a mafia book but only for the lead up HOT sex? well this is exactly that. smut one shots. possessive. dirty talk. sweet lead ups. soulmate love. happy reading ! #1 tease🥇 #1 turnon 🥇 #1 oneshots 🥇 #3 imagines 🥉 #8 naughty

"Tell me, Arielle," he whispered in my ears. "Do you like it when I touch you here?" he asked as he touched my nipple. "Yes," I whispered, leaning back on the wall, closing my eyes, giving into him. "Yes what?" He asked as his hand moved back and forth over my perked nipple. "yes, Sir." I said, as he sucked my nipple hard enough for me to moan for him. "Keep it low, unless you want other students to hear you, screaming my name," he said leaving marks on my body. --- Warning : This book is intended for matured audience, who are 18 years and above. Minors don't interact. The photo used on the cover doesn't belong to me. Credit goes to the rightful owner.

This is a standalone spinoff and features side characters of The Vanderbrooke Universe. This book is 18+! Roxanne Robertson is living her best life. She owns her own art gallery, is a successful artist and loves to party. She doesn't do 'relationships' of any kind, keeping herself closed off and unavailable. Her spunky attitude, lack of impulse control and wild side have gotten her into trouble on more than a few occasions. Greyson Beckett is an all star NHL player and is incredible at everything he does, both on and off the ice. The media have dubbed him 'Mr. Perfect'. However there is a side to Greyson that not many see. His humble beginnings and kind heart has left him with a yearning to find his Mrs. Perfect and make her his. These two share one wild night of passion after meeting briefly during a night out partying. But Roxy can't get him out of her head and Greyson spends months trying to find her. What happens when Greyson becomes Roxy's subject for her next commissioned painting, six months later? They are forced to spend months together in her studio. The sexual chemistry is undeniable to begin with but add to that the fact that the portrait is of Greyson naked and sparks are sure to fly. Will Roxy be able to deny her feelings or will she fall into the spell that is Mr. Perfect?