'So tight,' he said, watching my face. 'Right there, isn't it?' I couldn't answer. He crooked his fingers against it again, again, again, relentless, while his thumb found my clit and pressed tight circles. The sounds coming out of me weren't mine. High and broken, spilling past my teeth like I couldn't hold them back. "Shhh, baby," he said. "Don't wake them up." So I but my lip so hard, to suppress my moans. ──── ୨୧ ──── He's the heir to the billion dollar business. She's the maid's daughter. And she's the one girl he was never supposed to notice. Lana has spent years avoiding the Beaumont family and everything their name represents. Until her mother gets injured, forcing Lana to take her place inside the mansion and directly into Neo Beaumont's bedroom. He's arrogant. She's unimpressed. But the longer she's in his space, the harder it becomes to pretend there's nothing between them. A simple touch becomes a consuming addiction. The second his hands slide over her hips, restraint shatters. Intoxicated by her heat, desperate to taste her until there's no going back. One kiss undoes them both, turning secret late night touches into something deeper. She was sent to clean his bedroom, but Neo has no intention of letting her leave his bed. They're playing with fire in a house built on arrogance. Because if his cold, unforgiving family catches them, Lana could lose everything before she reaches her goals. And it can tear both their worlds apart. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ tension started- August 21st , Finished August 28th Copyright all rights reserved

He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

Editing -------- Highest Ranks- 1# Mafia 1#hostage 1#complete 1#good girl 1#italian 2#opposites 3#Mature 4#morallygrey Rosie has always been independent, caring, loyal, polite, but most of all, lonely. Growing up without a family she learnt the hard way that love was most of all, a fairytale, only found in worn books and illogical movies, but that never stopped her from feeling everything so deeply, daydreaming and romanticising a life that's never truly been hers. All she's ever wanted was a little bit of love. Will moving into the busy streets of Brooklyn to get away from the loneliness she's always felt and potentially find the boring love she wants so badly be the easiest choice she ever makes? Probably, and quite possibly...the worst... Now Rosie will learn the hard way that sometimes when a 6'4ft man with piercing green eyes, the mouth of a sailor and an obviously not so alluring demeanour tells you to walk the other way, just walk the other fucking way...

He's cold and cruel. She's sweet and selfless. They're hardly a match made in heaven. After all, the devil doesn't belong with an angel. But fate seems to choose otherwise.

"I'm sorry. This won't happen again." Because that was the last time I got drunk, I know it's a lie but I'd like to pretend for now. His fingers wrap around my nape, thumb skimming the angle of my jaw as he tips my head back and brings me closer, "I don't know, I actually don't mind you getting smart with me. Makes me want to fuck you until those pretty eyes lose focus." . Adriano Accardi is as cold and deadly as the ocean. His imperturbable composure only ever seems to crack when it comes to sweet, little Giselle Sinclair.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

"Tomorrow, we don't have to speak of this again." I hardly know what I'm asking. I just know I want whatever it is. He watches me with an intensity only he is capable of. "Put my hand where you want me to touch you." **** Vaela should never have gone up that mountain. She should never have tried to find the Immortal Prince. But she did, and now she's mortal in a land of immortals, fighting to find her mate in order to save her own life. Yet the handsome, seductive Prince trying to save her life is getting in her way. How can she concentrate on finding her true mate when she is confined to his home, unable to resist him? Unless, of course, he is the answer to all her problems. *Mature Content! Read at your own discretion!* - Stand-alone (within the Immortal Sin's Series Universe)

"There's something so fascinating about your innocence," he breathes, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath against my lips. "It's a shame my own darkness is going to destroy it. However, I think I might enjoy the act of doing so." Being reborn as an immortal isn't particularly easy. For Rosie, it's made harder as she is sentenced to live her life within Time's territory, a powerful Immortal known for his callous behaviour and unlawful followers. However, the way he appears to her is not all there is to him. In fear of a powerful danger, Time whisks her away throughout his own personal history. But going back in time has it's consequences; mainly which, involve all the dark secrets he's held within eternity. But Rosie won't lie. The way she feels toward him isn't just their mate bond. It's a dark, dangerous attraction that bypasses how she has felt for past relationships. This is raw, passionate and sexy. And she can't escape it.

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

• 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 '𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗦' 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 • There isn't a single ounce of fear projecting off him as he stands in front of me, his extreme level of authority practically radiating throughout the room. "Touch her again and the next bullet I fire will go through your fucking skull. Comprendere?" He warns, the threat clearly understood as the dozens of eyes around us become wide and fearful. .................................... Lula has always loved the idea of capturing memories and moments that will last forever. The ability to take a picture and know the memory of it will live on for as long as the people in it, possibly even more. That is, until the day she accidentally photographs something that will leave her regretting that one innocent click over and over. ....................................