Isn't it funny how one minute you're in this perfect bubble, distorted from reality but then like all bubbles it pops and you're left facing the cold hard truth? This is exactly what happens to Juniper Bay. His boyfriend is abusive confusing obsession with love. He's falling apart scared of the world around him, this is until Sage and Niko come into his life. The best friends who also happen to be sex gods come crashing into his life but there's one catch with them. They don't just share secrets... but lovers as well. Will Juniper be able to handle these boys or will he fall back into the black hole that was his former life?

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

"Kya keh rhi thi aap mujhse nhi darti" He took steady-slow steps towards her with a playful smile lingering on his lips. "Bilkul bhi nhi" Her hands were behind her back, looking straight into his orbs she answered moving back. "Lekin mai to aapse bht darta hu Mrs.Rathore" His voice turned seductive from playful, gaze wavering between her face and her sleek waist cause she was wearing a saree. "Haan to darna bhi chahiye agar aapne aage se kuch aisa kiya to yaad rakhiyega mai heart surgeon hu patidev khi kuch uch nich na ho jaye" She pointed at his heart saying while he pulled her from her waist in a swift movement. She kept her palms on his chest with a shy smile. "Jyada hi nhi bigad gyi hai aap" He held her chin in a soft grip and made her look at him. "Kyu na bigdu mai apni pati ki bigadi hui hu" In a playful tone, she answered moving her arms towards his nape. "Meri billi mujhse hi miyaon" She pinched his cheek to tease him. "Mai billi to aap kya ho billa" He pulled her closer with both of his hands, resting his forehead against her. "Wahh biwi mai billa, aap billi, blaze Billu aur nova...nova neelu" She said proudly, correcting him. "Nhi vo meri novu hai" "Aapki novu" Two words and he turned into a possessive husband, jealous from his own pets. Maybe he's now kind of regretting leaving them free with his wife. "To mai kiska hu" He looked at her with puppy eyes, she chuckled saying, "Aap bhi mere hai" "To isi baat pe fir ek aur round..." He slowly kissed her cheek, moving down to the nape. She wiggled in his hold saying, "Lajjahin hai aap swami" "Tareef ke liye dhanyawaad priye" And with these words his lips met hers... ✨ Adrakaksh Singh Rathore × Akshara Singh Rathore

Previously titled as Trapped

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold. 'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' Aayansh Agniwanshi Ishanvi Shekhawat a Criminal Lawyer and the owner of V&A Law firm. The only daughter of her family. 'Love is a symphony of emotions, a melody that plays in the heart and echoes in the soul, creating a harmony that transcends time.' Ishanvi Shekhawat What happened when the two of them who cannot tolerate each other company was forced to bounded with each other? She is sunshine. He is heartless. She is a simple girl. He is a king. She is his healer. He is ruthless. Both heal each other. ______________________ Trope:- • Forced Marriage • Opposite Attraction • Slow Brun • Ceo×Lawyer • Grumpy×Sunshine

A struggling painter crosses paths with a mysterious art collector who offers her a chance at success in exchange for indulging his unconventional desires. Season 1 of The Erotic Artiste Series *** Evelyn Ali is a talented yet struggling painter yearning for recognition. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with the enigmatic and wealthy Japanese-American art collector, Hiro Akeno. Drawn to Eve's raw talent and untapped sensuality, Akeno offers her a tantalizing proposition: he promises to catapult her career to unimaginable heights in exchange for indulging his unconventional desires. Intrigued and enticed by the allure of success, Eve embarks on a thrilling and perilous path of sensual exploration. As Eve delves deeper into Akeno's world, she discovers hidden desires within herself that she never knew existed. But as she immerses herself in this intoxicating world, she must confront her own fears and insecurities. Will she be able to navigate the fine line between her artistic integrity and the demands of Akeno's unconventional desires? And as her heart becomes entangled with his, will she lose herself in the pursuit of both artistic success and passionate love?

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 What happens when Aena Kamran, a girl who has always kept her distance from men, crosses paths with Mahir Durani, the heir to the powerful Durani Group and future ruler of the business world? Aena, on a mission to gather proof to confront her sister for secretly dating Mahir's brother, unknowingly becomes a threat to Mahir's world. With a love for his brother, Mahir sees Aena as an obstacle who he cant bear, turning her into his enemy. But as fate takes its course, his heart begins to betray him. From trying to kidnap her to swearing, "Touch her and die," how will this story unfold when love and loyalty collide? 𝗔𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗶𝗿 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗶

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.