"Clyde." I breathe staring at the tall dark haired boy. "Love." He responds making my heart flutter the way it always does. His tatted hands holds the sides of my waist. My skin heats missing his touch. His lips kiss mine, he bends down and pushes his tongue for dominance. He swallows my moan as my hands find themselves into his thick hair. His hands grip my ass. "Don't ever piss me off again." He groans against my neck before lashing his mouth around my sweet spot. I almost trip walking backwards into my dorm. Glad Daliyah isn't here. His arm wraps around my waist keeping me steady. He wraps his hand around my throat tightly. Maybe I shouldn't have said all those words. It made him jealous but he always irritates me. I just want him to feel how I do. "I'm going to fuck you like I don't love you princess." The words do something to me. I feel my legs weak as he kisses down my neck before pushing my top down and taking my breasts into his wet warm mouth. I close my eyes moaning as he bites and licks on my nipples softly. "Did I tell you to make noise?" He asks and I shake my head no shutting up. He lets go of my throat and uses his one hand to unbuckle his belt. "Just use your safe word okay?" "Your not getting out this room this week." He kisses my forehead. My entire life flashing before my eyes as he pushes me onto the bed. Bending me over so my ass is in the air for him. My hands gripping the sheets as he make me count every leather slap hitting my skin. A transfer comes in the middle of the first semester ends up flipping her school experience around. A love story based off passion and lust. Yet only to turn into happiness and love. Will she be able to forgive his past to be with him in the future? Will he take the chance to change and pick her through thick and thin?

When a fierce and ambitious paralegal clashes with her dominant and merciless boss, their egos trigger an explosive power struggle filled with seduction, jealousy, and endless temptation. Season 2 of The Erotic Artiste Series (CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN WITHOUT SEASON 1) *** Paralegal Imani Henshaw has spent years proving herself in the ruthless world of corporate law, working her way through an environment dominated by powerful men who fail to take her seriously. But the one man who gets under her skin the most? Her insufferable, infuriatingly attractive boss, Andréas Galanis. A man as arrogant as he is brilliant. As cold as he is seductive. As dominant as he is tempting. They've never liked each other. Their professional relationship is built on sharp retorts and a tension that neither of them dares acknowledge. But when Imani accidentally witnesses Andréas in a dominant sexual encounter, everything changes. What begins as mutual hatred soon turns into a power struggle where neither of them is willing to yield. And when past traumas, professional ambitions, and possessive jealousy collide, Imani must ask herself one question: Can she truly have both power and love in a world where surrender means survival? Because one of them will break. And it won't be her.

The Sequel to Burns&Bruises

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"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

Love built them. Danger surrounds them. Three years after choosing each other, Naiari and Zayvion are still holding it down and parenting a daughter who fights harder than most grown folks. But peace doesn't last long in their world. Old enemies resurface, new threats slip in unnoticed, and the past has a way of showing up uninvited. As the lines between loyalty and survival blur, Naiari starts to question how much more she's willing to sacrifice for love... and whether love alone is enough.

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"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.