Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

It always ends the same.. you with me.

If I needed to, I'd break every bone in my body just to feel her love. It's so soft and pure. It's not something you just throw away. She's not someone you just throw away. - Stella Perez.

🤍 Story description 🤍 Myla swore she was done with Noah. Done with the lies. Done with the heartbreak. Done with loving a man who only knew how to destroy her before begging for another chance. But Noah has never been good at letting her go. What starts as one reckless night pulls them right back into each other's chaos. Old wounds, buried secrets, and the grief neither of them ever healed from. While Noah fights to keep her, Myla begins realizing love was never supposed to hurt this much. Then she meets Trim. Patient, protective, and nothing like the man she spent years trying to survive, Trim gives Myla the kind of love she never thought existed. But when dangerous secrets from his past collide with Noah's powerful family, everyone's lives are put at risk. And this time, love alone might not be enough.

studxfem . " they can't know you mine"

"You know this is wrong." I nodded, breathing hard. "You know how bad this could be for both of us." I nodded again. Her voice dropped lower. "You know how bad you're being right now, Lalia. Following me in here. Pushing every single boundary I've set." A small giggle slipped out before I could stop it. "Then why aren't you stopping me, Doc?" That did something to her. Andrea let out a low scoff. Her hand came up to my throat, firm and controlling, but not painful. She spun us around with surprising strength and pushed me back against the sink. My hips hit the marble edge, and I gasped. "I've allowed that smart mouth of yours to go unchecked for far too long," she murmured, eyes dark as she looked down at me. "But if you want what I know you've been desperate for, you're going to have to behave. Do you understand?" I nodded quickly. She squeezed my throat just a little tighter. "Words, sweetheart." "Yes," I whispered. "I understand." "Good girl." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

In the quiet glow of a city loft, power shifts not through force, but through gaze, breath, and the heat of unspoken understanding. Tay is calm, deliberate - a woman who commands without raising her voice. Her presence alone is enough to unravel Miyra, the sharp-tongued rebel who swore no one could ever tame her. But when the silence thickens and the air turns heavy, Miyra finds herself yielding - not out of weakness, but trust. There's a tension between them that hums just beneath the surface: one forged in restraint, laced with hunger, and bound by the kind of connection that strips a person bare. What happens between them isn't a game - it's surrender in its purest form. And tonight, with every word and every glance, Tay makes one thing clear: Miyra doesn't need to be conquered. She just needs to be seen. And Tay sees everything.

Adapted From: Studs Get It Wetter. When desire becomes obsession, how do you walk away from the one who owns you? MUST READ.

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