I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

"Please fuck me," she pleaded, clutching my arm. Her bottom lip was sucked in. Words capable of unleashing beasts within me. I sucked my teeth as I hovered over her, yanking her panties off; no doubt she was dripping wet. I trailed wet kisses down her stomach to her lower abdomen. Rosaline quaked beneath me, her legs shaking just the way I wanted them to. She'd had her turn teasing me. It was my turn now. *** Rosaline Rivera, daughter of a multibillionaire fashion empire, had always been living under the shadow of her perfect sister, Julie, until she died. To make matters worse, her sister's fiancé proposed to her three years after the death of her sister. What happens when Rosa finds out she was just a mere substitute in place of her deceased sister just to save the family's business? Will she be the perfect daughter her parents want her to be and be a submissive wife to Gerald, her late sister's fiancé, who seems not to have gotten over her late sister yet? Out of spite as she decides to make her rules in the marriage, what happens when Rosa finds out the person who had killed her sister in the first place, the person whom she least expected? *** "Fuck, I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to be inside you, Rosaline." He pulled himself out of my mouth and kissed me. He moved upward until his face was just mere inches away from mine. I moaned at his dirty words, "I need you too. I have...for a while now," I confessed hastily. My entire body felt amazing beneath his touch. It felt like he was the spark I needed to set my whole body on fire. WARNING: Contains Explicit Scenes!!!

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance Tagline: He's off-limits. So why does he feel like mine? Setting: A cozy, modern lake house where summer heat lingers in the air, and tension crackles like a coming storm. Premise: Avery has always had a crush on her older brother's best friend, Jaxon-a cocky, dangerously irresistible bad boy who never saw her as anything but "Eli's little sister." But things are different now. She's grown up, confident, and tired of being ignored. When Eli runs to the store, leaving them alone, the silence between them stretches thick with unspoken words and burning glances. Sitting across from each other, scrolling on their phones, it's a game of who-will-break-first. And then it happens-one teasing comment, one slow smirk, one accidental touch that sparks something unstoppable. Eli trusts Jaxon. Avery knows better. Because tonight, there's no one around to stop them from crossing that forbidden line. Tropes & Themes: ✔️ Brother's Best Friend ✔️ Forced Proximity ✔️ Forbidden Desire ✔️ Slow-Burn to Explosive Heat ✔️ "We Can't, But We Want To"

"At this point, I'll be grateful for your pieces." ***** Jessica Franklin is at her wit ends, literally. With two sisters depending on her and a mountain of debts on her neck, she needs a way out before she breaks down. So when she sees an online post of a Billionaire requesting for a bride, she immediately takes it. Devon Reeves just wants to get rid of his clingy ex who's snuck her way back into his life and is disrupting it. Unwilling to go on dozens of blind dates, he puts up a post requesting for a bride and recieves numerous responses. Out of the many proposals, Only one sticks out to him. Without thinking too much of it, he accepts it and goes on a date. One look is all it takes got Devon to decide that Jessica is his bride. A contract is signed and the two begin to live like husband and wife. There's just one problem, nobody is accepting of this new arrangement. Plus, the more he gets to know his wife, the more he realizes that she has secrets... Secrets she's running away from and will soon catch up to her. *Featured in the WattpadRomance New Adult reading list.* #1 in selfsabotage 27/7/2023 #2 in jessica 23/8/2023 #3 in Devon 25/8/2023 #2 in dreamlandbooks 30/8/2023 #1 in steamy 26/2/2024

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Prince Riccardo De L'Aquila. My driven, commanding, and insatiable husband. I'm ferociously addicted to him - being pleasured by him until I am sore and my breath is battered, to see him crave me with a need as fervor and blindingly fierce as mine. He is the most beautiful alpha-male I've ever known. Yet he is also the man who remains tormented at the core by the darkest shadows of his past and mine. Our excruciating past, harrowing sufferance, and constant need for love and permanency is what unites us and makes us entangled in a way nothing else can. I have surrendered myself to him - to let the scorching heat consume me. We are the two tortured souls who have allowed each other to know the deepest, darkest secrets we have been holding in our hearts for years. He is my match in every sense. Our life together is truly just the beginning. Now there is no going back or hiding secrets or avoiding sharing them by ending up tangled in sheets or wherever we can make rough, raw love that can make me forget my purpose of arguing with him or questioning him. Despite my complete submission to him, Rico has shown me that I can be loved intensely. And in turn, I have shown Rico that he is my entire universe, totally worthy of my love and that I belong to him in every sense. Our past has always been an unrelenting demon that has stemmed insecurities and nightmares in both of us, but together, there has been nothing that has kept us from healing from the torment of our past. At least till now. But it's never enough. His fierce need to protect me won't let him make me a part of his fight and I fear his hesitance might push me beyond the brink of devastation. No one has the power to break us, but us. Welcome to the final installment of The Scent Trilogy which is rife with intimacy and emotion - the pinnacle of explosive disagreements, of times where trust was proved and broken, of vows that will be put to the test.

After going through a hard break up, Elise tries to get herself together. Meeting them in a rather weird encounter at a club, Elise catches the eyes of no other than the cold trio Vincent, Caden and Aaron. Maybe those three can give her exactly what she needs, realize her deepest desires and give her what she needs the most, love. Or maybe they're the worst thing that could've ever happened to her, maybe they are a curse and she needs to stay away. But temptation is a bitch. READ THE TAGS! Mature story, there will not be TW, read carefully.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"