Esme Merrow thought the most dangerous thing in her life was herself. The way she moved through nights without thinking, let strangers touch her just to feel something, the way she avoided silence like it could expose her. At twenty, her life is messy, loud, and temporary-coffee-stained mornings, reckless decisions, and memories she never fully keeps. She doesn't notice patterns, look behind her and realize someone else already is. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Katarina Ivanova is not a rumor. She is a name whispered in the wrong places. A Russian mafia boss who built her empire on control, precision, and fear. Cold, calculating, and completely untouchable. She doesn't chase chaos-she creates order out of it. When Katarina wants something...she takes it with no hesitation, permission and no way of escaping her. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ So tell me, angel. If a Russian mafia boss decided you belong to her... if she knew everything about you before you even noticed her... Would you fight? Or would you realize too late that you were never free to begin with? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Warnings: 18+,smut, explicit language and sex scenes, torture, sick obsession, drugs, alcohol, invading personal space, manipulation and gaslighting, psychotic behavior, torture, kidnapping, etc. You're reading this on your own responsibility!

[completed] She's so innocent and even more naive. They want her, no they need her to be completely complete. Once they have her, no one else will matter, and they'll be damned to let anyone get their way with her. ............ She belongs to them and they belong to her. And they'll take drastic measures to protect their property if they have to. To protect what's rightfully theirs.

Club Edge-Book 1 "It seems that you've forgotten your basic manners also with your BDSM etiquette. Am I right?" Why the fuck was his voice so deep and smooth, as if his face wasn't enough to make my pussy throb. But if he thinks he can come here and just boss me around, he's got another thing coming for him. "And here I thought you ended our relationship two years ago so you are not my Dom and I do not have to listen to your bullshit." I said to his face knowing what would happen if he is the same Master Felix I knew from two years ago. "Mind your tone Miss Bennett or it won't take me a second's time to turn that sassy ass of yours bright red. Am I clear?" Who was I kidding, he's not changed a bit. He's the same Master Felix who can command my submission just with a look of his gorgeous yet stern eyes. "Make me." I fucked up, I knew I fucked up when I said those words. I don't regret it though because the next thing that happens to me changed my life forever. WARNING ⚠️: 18+ Only read if you are 18+ as this story revolves around BDSM themes and contains explicit sex scenes targeted towards mature audience. And always remember to play Safe, Sane and Consensual. Enjoy!!!!

At a college co-owned by three powerful women, Gillian, Julianne, and Cate, control is a normal part of their lives. When Amarah moves to a new city to get away from her past and start over, the last thing she expects is to get pulled into their world. She's quiet, cautious, and mostly keeps to herself, but something about them keeps drawing her in. Their confidence, the way they carry themselves, and the attention they give her is hard to ignore. As things between the four of them start getting more complicated, Amarah has to figure out how far she's willing to go and how much of herself she's willing to give them.

18+ | Dark WLW Romance | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Triggers: Non-con/dub-con, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, mommy dom, pet play, age play, graphic smut, violence/gore (early), psychological manipulation, yandere obsession, mind break. Harper Kane was running from everything-until she ran straight into them. Drugged and dragged into a glittering penthouse prison high above the city, Harper wakes to Vivienne Laurent's elegant cruelty and Dr. Isolde Moreau's clinical obsession. [...] updates every Friday and most Mondays (┬┬﹏┬┬) thx for reading

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

"Please, Miss Black," she whispers, barely holding it together. Vera bites down on Lara's ear, just hard enough to make her gasp. "Fix it," she growls, her voice rough and demanding. Lara's body shudders. "Please... Mommy," she whimpers, trembling. Vera's eyes darken, going utterly black. "Is that what you want?" Her voice drops, thick with possessiveness. "You want your mommy to take care of you, hm?" Lara just whimpers, only making Vera's hunger worse. "Tell me what you deserve." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vera Black is a supermodel who trusts no one. She's defined by her trauma, convinced she's straight, and lives for control. Lara is the soft, chaotic artist who moves in next door and sees right through her walls. The problem? Vera craves Lara's light. She wants to protect her, possess her, and break all the rules she ever made for herself. One is guarded by trauma. The other is soft by nature. Their craving will be everything they both fear. (WLW Romance, Age Gap, Dark Feminine/Soft Girl, Explicit Tension)

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

In a world where shadows are sharper than truth, Aurelia Blaine awakens with nothing but a name, a high-rise empire, and a father who seems all too eager to guide her steps. Outwardly ruthless and poised, she's the enigmatic owner of Blaine Company-a woman of elegance and steel. But behind closed doors, the cracks in her memory echo louder than she'll ever admit. When threats begin to circle, protection arrives in the form of Davina Lia Sokolova-a striking, soft-spoken bodyguard with eyes like secrets and precision like a blade. Cold on the outside, unreadable by design, Davina is everything Aurelia shouldn't trust. Yet, the more danger tightens its grip, the more impossible it becomes to deny the pull between them. But in a city where loyalty is currency and silence is survival, nothing is ever what it seems. Because the truth? It's waiting to bleed through. And when it does... it won't ask for permission. ❀ "You want to play?" I teased. She smiled. "I'm already naked." "That's not what I meant." I leaned in, kissed her jaw, bit her earlobe. "I want all of it off. The control. The act. The smirk. Take it off." Her pulse jumped beneath my lips. "Then make me." So I did. ❀ First Best Rankings: #1 on lostmemories 28/08-25 #1 on aurelia 11/09-25 #1 on ceoxbodyguard 13/09-25 #1 on lesbian 06/10-25 #1 on davina 09/11-25 #1 on femxfem 29/12-25 #1 on twisteddestiny 15/07-26 Milestones: 10k views on 15/06-25 100k views on 12/10-25 Timeline: Started on February 2025