The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?

HIGHLY MATURE BOOK♨(SMUT) You're perfect," he murmurs, and slams into me his hard as a rock, causing me to scream in pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders 𝗘𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮;𝟭𝟵 The moment I saw him everything went in slow-motion; I got a huge crush on him no matter if he is 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 then me Idgf I love age gap; everything was good until I got to know he is deeply in love with my elder sister; I backed off but deep inside this lil crush on him was still there! "And here I am taking vows with him as a replacement for my sister" ✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗹 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹;𝟮𝟵 Stand at the helm of Agarwal and Sons, one of the country's wealthiest and most powerful jewelry empires spread across the world. Born into privilege, surrounded by opulence-mansions, luxury cars, and everything money can buy. But wealth? That's just the surface. What drives me is more than just success or the fortune passed down from my father; it's the legacy I've built with my own hands. But behind the polished image and towering wealth, But beneath the power and riches, I'm broken soul shattered by betrayal. And Eshana-she's a part of this twisted game. I hate her. Or at least, I want to. Every glance, every moment with her, only reminds me of the pain. But she'll regret every second she's in my world because I don't lose. Ever. And I mean every word when I say I'll make her regret it. ✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ Him: Mmm.Red, wildcat. Were you thinking of me when you covered these tits with my favorite color? Did you touch yourself in front of the mirror and come with my name on your lips? Did you stand in front of the mirror, touching yourself, imagining it was my hands? Did you moan my name, desperate, while your fingers explored places only I should?" . . Get ready for lots of heartbreak, betrayal, and of course a ton of smut! (⁠

"D--Don't...!!" She wasn't afraid but her fumbling in front of him was because she couldn't believe it. But he shamelessly smiled at her. Putting his one foot near that disshelved girl on bed. "Why, Rebel...? It was indeed a worthy night." He commented smirking. While grazing his lips on her earlobe he further said-- "And must I confess. You were.... Awesome." His voice was husky, but mockery filled a bit more. "The way you wanted me to touch you..." He brushed her unkempt hair with his fingers, removing them from her face. "And I swear...Your pale body in my arms was looking so---" "No !!!! Just shut up !!!" She jerked his hand off. Her face red with embarrassment. Embarrassed of her own self ! "I won't do any such thing--" "Oh believe me darling, you were doing, or I must say, begging to do such things ! Begging me to..." He once again brought his lips near her ear. "To wash all your sins by touching you. And I don't think a man can touch a woman better then...this---" "Oh just stop !!!" She said, her eyes blazing. Tears rolling down her eyes. "You are a pathetic man Thākur Rāghavendra Nārayan Agnihotri !! I didn't think you can be this lowly !!" "And I don't care about what you think, Inaayat Khan ! All I know is..." He trailed, both his words and his finger on her cheeks. "I liked you, atleast in bed last night. So from today onwards you'll be spending your nights in my room. And I repeat ! I don't fucking care, where you are whole day, but your nights should be with me." He said with a serious face. "Dear wife..." "No !!! That's not how men treat their wives, Thaakur saahab !! This is how they treat their whor---" She couldn't complete. "One more word, and I will show you how I treat my whores !" His dangerous voice sent shivers down her core. But disgust overpowered it ! And he left..... Descending down the stairs, he looked up. That must be enough.🖋️

******** "You like being tied up, don't you?" he taunts, his mouth near my ear. "So I can uncover every secret you keep buried. So you can pretend to resist when your body is begging for me?" "What are you doing?" I cry out, my voice cracking. "You said you'd only touch me if I wanted it!" His gaze sears into mine. "Your body does want it, love. More than you'll ever admit. It's my right-my duty as your soon to be husband-to give you what you crave." 18+‼️‼️ ******** In a crowded nightclub, our gazes lock across the chaos. One look is all it takes-his presence is magnetic, dangerous. Broad shoulders, eyes like a predator, and an aura that warns me he is not a man I should ever want. Yet I can't stop the way my pulse races. A week later, fate puts him in my path again at a glittering event. I should've turned away. Instead, I stayed-and saw the truth with my own eyes. I watched him end a life without hesitation. The mysterious stranger isn't just a man. He's the ruthless kingpin of India's most feared cartel. And once he notices me, his obsession is relentless. But I am not a bargaining chip. I will not be sold off to cover my father's debts. I will not be broken the way my mother was. So I run. Only he hunts what's his. And to him, I already am. What the devil wants... the devil takes. ⸻ ⚠️ Warning: This is a dark, mature dark romance. The hero is possessive, violent, and at times irredeemable. This story includes explicit content, graphic themes, and situations that may be disturbing or offensive to some readers. Recommended for readers 18+ only.

(Old book name "the mafia bosses baby) She made a mistake. She slept with the famous mafia boss after he had flirted with her at the bar she worked at. The problem? She got pregnant... As soon as she find out she cut all contact with him and ran away, far far away. After getting kicked out from her apartment and fired from her job she had no one else to call but him... "I need your help" "Tell me your location love" .-.-.-. 1# runningaway, October 8 2023

Her boyfriend called her boring. So she booked a sex therapist. What Alessia didn't expect was Dr. Zayn Steele - 34, tattooed, pierced, and utterly irresistible. He's supposed to teach her control... but every session turns into a dangerous game of denial, commands, and dirty secrets. He says not yet. Her body says please now. And when the rules finally shatter, neither of them will be able to stop.

"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝕽𝖚𝖉𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖆 ᯓᡣ𐭩 "𝑅𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎, 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠, 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤: 𝑅𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

Book - 1 (Best friends series) Aditya x Meera 🎀 Meet Mr. Aditya Singhania India's most feared mafia king. Ruthless and merciless. He's the enigmatic diamond tycoon, commands attention wherever he goes. His chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes and a cold, calculating demeanor mask his true identity. Aditya rules his shadowy empire with a iron fist. And there's Meera Sharma a short tempered and loving girl. Who want to live her life like all freedom. But, His Obsession is a wildfire, fierce and all consuming. In a world where power bent to his will, she is the one thing he cannot control, and that it drives him mad. Her laughter haunted his sleepless nights, her defiance ignites a dangerous hunger in his veins. He craves her like a man craves air, and no amount of chaos, bloodshed, or war can extinguish his need. His world was built on fear and respect, but for her, he is willing to burn kingdoms to ash. She is his addiction, his salvation, and his madness all wrapped in the one thing he was willing to ruin himself for.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

⛧𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌⛧ ₊ ⊹ ⟡ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏. ⟡ ⊹ ₊ "Good girls don't take three cocks in one night," Rehaan growls into her ear, voice all cruel smirk and thick command. Leya whimpers-knees spread, cheeks tear-streaked, her innocence wrecked on satin sheets. Neel forces her to look at herself in the mirror. "See that mess dripping down your thighs, baby? That's what shame looks like." Akshar's fingers grip her jaw, forcing her to swallow every word like it's gospel. "No more blushing. Say it. Say you're our filthy little toy." She was untouched. Now she begs to be ruined. Again. And again. And again. "𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?"