His hand reached around to grab her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin. "If you're carrying my heir," he growled in her ear, pounding into her with punishing force, "you're not staying in this camp"

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

I swallowed hard. "Justin, leave." "Shut the fuck up," he whispered, his lips grazing dangerously close to mine. "You say that like you actually want me to leave." My body stiffened. I kept my eyes anywhere but his. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You used to write about me. Think about me. Six years, Autumn, and I promise you-you still do. You still feel it." He lingered a kiss on my neck as he held my waist. Something inside me snapped. I shoved him with all my strength. He stumbled back, landing on the edge of my bed. "You're insane!" I yelled. "You broke up with me. After everything you said-how could you even think I'd want anything to do with you?" "Because..." He trailed off deliberately, rising to his knees on the mattress, his eyes dark and certain. "...when I do this-" He leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against my exposed thigh where my robe had shifted. A shiver raced up my spine before I could stop it. "-you can't even push me away." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Love was never the problem. It was how deeply it cut. Years after walking away from a relationship that left scars she still carries, Autumn finds herself face-to-face with Justin again-the same man who once loved her fiercely and destroyed her just as deeply. As old feelings resurface and lines blur, Autumn must decide whether some people can truly change... or if loving them will always come at a cost.

In a world of cold power and sterile luxury, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫 is the untouchable devil. A ruthless billionaire whose empire drips with blood and billions, he lives by one savage rule: 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Skin is poison. Contact is contamination. His body is a locked fortress-until the day his control begins to burn. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘴. Calm. Graceful. Dangerously composed. The new maid moves through his marble halls like living temptation-soft curves wrapped in a crisp uniform, warm skin that carries the faint scent of lavender and sin. She doesn't cower. She doesn't break. And that quiet defiance sets Dante's blood on fire. His obsession ignites instantly. He isolates her. He watches her every breath through hidden cameras. He pulls her into his private sanctuary and makes her the center of his sterile, suffocating world. What begins as forbidden hunger quickly becomes feral need. The man who recoils from touch now aches to devour her-running starving hands over her bare skin, tasting her trembling lips, burying himself deep inside her slick heat while fighting the revulsion that once ruled him. Every hard thrust, every desperate moan, every filthy whisper of ownership chips away at his sanity. She consents. She surrenders. But she never truly escapes. In the heat of his madness, Dante's touch turns raw, possessive, and devastating. He claims her against cold marble, on silk sheets soaked with sweat, and in the darkness where pain and pleasure blur. He will shatter every rule, ruin his own mind, and lock her in his gilded cage just to feel her come undone around him again and again. She was supposed to be invisible. Instead, she became his addiction... and his only weakness. He will never let her go.

Dani's new relationship with Tristan and Alec is fragile, complicated, and built in the shadows. As she, Tristan, and Alec try to define what they are to each other, lies and manipulation close in from every side. Can they stay together against it all when their relationship is built on broken promises?

Being beautiful can also be a curse.

Deborah's wounded heart was an untended fortress, but Jonah was willing to endure any siege to breach it. From the shadows, however, Duke Markus watched their growing connection with a creeping, obsessive madness. He would stop at nothing to shatter their bond and claim her for himself. And he will cross any line to make it happen. - A ten year old violin prodigy was trapped inside of a popular brothel named The Flower's Garden. With a burst of courage, she and two other girls planned their escape. Yet, their defiance was met with death and blood. But Daniel Wellinger, a respected apothecary, found one of the girls alive and took her home. He nursed her back to health and gave her a new life, a new name - Deborah. Despite the racial prejudices in the country of Briersberg, Deborah grew like a flower under Daniel's protective care. Her new goal is to be a professional musician, but she must fight to achieve this in a world that is set against her. During an outing, Deborah captures the attention of Jonah Watson, the spirited son of the duke's personal physician. He shows her a tender love of which she had never experienced. But would she accept this affection or would the abuse she suffered make her push him away? Her music also tickled the ears of Duke Markus Beaufort, a sickly noble haunted by inner demons. Her songs soothed his mind and brought color to his otherwise dull existence. Yet, what began as fascination soon morphed into a dark obsession. Deborah sought freedom through music; he sought to possess her because of it. Markus watches the pair with cold eyes, unwilling to let her go. Deborah was a valuable light he desired to consume. He has one goal: "I must destroy her if I'm to have her." Torn between a man who'd do anything for her and a man who'd do anything to get her, Deborah must fight for the career, freedom, and love she truly deserves.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.