I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

"𝐌'𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚- 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩.. 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲." His rough, calloused hands slip deeper into the curve of your plush waist, harshly squeezing your soft, delicate flesh beneath his unrelenting grip. His smooth, controlled thrusts grow rougher, sloppier, and needier by the second. The sounds of your soft, dumbed moans only push him to test how much you can take. Your mind is hazed, filled only with the overwhelming shock of the pleasure that jolts through you as he moulds your aching, gummy insides to fit his pulsing, angry cock. his fingers dig deeper and deeper into your sides. He just has to go deeper, fuckin' devour every inch of you. 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. a silly degrading ramble of your intense, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 bully bakugou, and you, a sensitive, softhearted and chubby y/n. dead dove, do not eat. 🗝️

I am delighted to announce the official release date for my second book, Plaything! 💙✨🦢☕️ It will be available on Amazon as a 599-page paperback, e-book, and Kindle Unlimited on September 10th! If you like, RH, forced proximity, student/teacher, age, gap, D/S, & 5% plot, 95% spice, you'll love Plaything! The E-book is available now for pre-order on Amazon: https://a.co/d/aeB3Xrz or search "Plaything by Beanie Harper"

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED‼️A story in which a girl falls in love with a mafia enforcer who's seems to good to be true.

Will be added later.

Arabella by @_tetris_ (reuploaded) I do not own or take credit for this story.