"𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞"

Malia Thornbury, heir and next hope for the Thornbury family, is destined to be married. Her father sent her to various houses, looking for a perfect wife, of her choosing, for an arranged marriage so she can take over her family's business and underground life. After many annoying blondes and brunettes, she goes to a home that belongs to the Clemons. Only for a man to talk to her about marrying her. The parents misunderstood. She wouldn't marry a man. Let alone a man who wanted her bent over, yelling his name and worshiping him. She wanted a pretty girl. His younger sister is who she wanted, not him. So she takes her, but will Ms. Clemons work with Ms. Thornbury?

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."

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV

"𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨"

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

In a world where loyalty means everything, Brielle Banks must choose between the family she's always known and the man who could destroy it all. Caught between revenge and unexpected attraction, sparks fly behind bars. Will she fall into Sincere's dangerous world-or will their violent past rip them apart?

They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.