"Don't...stop" I say between pants. I grip her hips and guide her to my aching manhood once again. I feel her hands trail down to the hem of my shirt, then in one smooth motion she takes it off. I lay her down gently on the couch, "I'm going to make you feels so good baby." I whisper in her ear and grin when I feel her shiver. I pull her shirt off and connect my lips with her neck, her breathing quickens as I leave a trail of love bites, along her neck. I find a spot just above her collar bone and begin licking and sucking making her moans become louder, "Found it." I whisper. I kiss down her torso then lift her back up to unhook her bra, I slide one strap down at a time then throw her bra to the floor. "So fucking beautiful." I say breathlessly. Lila Johnson is an 18 year old senior in high school. She finds herself becoming extremely attracted to a very sexy guy, who seems to have taken some interest in her as well. When she begins to act on this sudden attraction towards Josh, what will the outcome be? What happens when lies, lust, and love get in the way?

I get lost in the moment as I grind against him, and I can feel him getting hard. A smirk appears on my lips as I drop it low and slowly move back up, making sure I press my ass harder into him. A groan erupts from the back of his throat, and I know I'm doing my job right. He turns me around and pulls me closer to him, our chests pressing against one another. One of his hands is still on my waist, the other holding onto my face. We stare into one another's eyes as we continue to dance, never once breaking contact. He leans forward, as if he's going to kiss me, and even though I don't know him at all, I still want him to press his lips against mine. To see how he tastes. But instead, I ruin the moment and step back from him. "I need another drink!" ~ 21 year-old Callie Davis has never experienced real passion before. So she breaks up with her boyfriend of three years and is determined to take a risk - whatever that may be. Working the night shift at a diner, she meets 25 year-old Liam. He's exciting, different and most of all, shows Callie what real love and passion is. But with that comes secrets, and Liam is hiding something Callie never expects. When she finds out, she must decide if she wants to risk everything and stay with him, or leave him.

My body flushes, he smirks at my reaction running a hand through his silky dark brown hair, that cocky little shit! He actually smirked, two can play that game. I lean forward, letting my shirt dip just enough to reveal more of my cleavage, rubbing my hands up and down on my thighs letting my skirt rile up further. My heated gaze meets his "My mother's worried I'm not having enough steamy sex," I say huskily. "The last time I did, I asked to be spanked. You've no idea how much I love a good spanking-it makes me moan, and it makes me want to ride a guy like it's the last dick I'll ever have." my breathing a bit shallow from imagining him under me, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as he grips my hips- he interrupts my thoughts by clearing his throat. His throat bobs again. His eyes darken. But his voice stays cool-barely. __________________________________________________________________________________ "The last time I had sex, I begged to be spanked. Hard." I told him that just to see him flinch. Dr. Xander Smith: my therapist. The man who's supposed to untangle my past, not get tangled up in my present. To our families, he's just my boyfriend-because that's easier than letting them meddle. No rules. No promises. Just something to shut them up. But Greece has a way of heating everything up: the sun, the nights, the way his hand brushes mine when no one's watching. It was never meant to be real... until it was. Fake dating. Forbidden desire. And a love that wasn't supposed to happen-but might just save us both.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

Camille Sarlin has always been bold-too bold, according to anyone who's ever tried to control her and hungry for answers she can't find in her everyday life, she's spent years circling the edges of the BDSM world, reading, researching, imagining... but never stepping inside. Until now. One night, fed up with her own hesitation, Camille finally walks into The Verge, an exclusive club known for its rules, its shadows, and the kind of intensity she's only dreamed of. She tells herself she's just there to observe. To watch. To understand. But the moment she enters, the air itself seems to shift-charged, deliberate, full of eyes that see too much. That's when she meets Darius Vale. He's a seasoned Dom with a reputation for precision and a presence that feels like gravity. Controlled. Composed. Unshakably calm. The last kind of man Camille should provoke-and exactly the kind she can't resist testing. Their first exchange is nothing more than a conversation... but it lands like a challenge neither of them voiced. Camille's curiosity collides with Darius's quiet power, and suddenly she isn't observing anymore-she's caught in something deeper, something she chose but doesn't yet understand. - 🥇Club (December 2025) 🥇 Mood (December 2025)

Aria Moretti had everything- luxury, beauty, money, and a life built behind diamond walls. Until one night in Milan changed everything. A single glance from Luca De Santis-the most feared mafia heir in Italy-turns her perfect world dangerous. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. Men feared him. Women wanted him. But Luca only wanted her. What begins as obsession slowly turns into something deeper... darker... addictive. Because in Luca's world: love isn't soft. It's dangerous. And once he chooses someone- he never lets them go.

Club Edge-Book 3 "Sit" He knows, the moment he called for me in his office in that menacing tone, I knew that he found out. I couldn't move my feet because I was frozen with fear. "Do not make me repeat myself. SIT THE FUCK DOWN." I forced myself to move and sat on the chair. "Did you think I wouldn't find out Miss Heard or should I say Miss Williams?" 'I-I don't know what you are saying sir." I knew exactly what he was saying. Even though I was telling myself that I wasn't scared, I was fucking terrified. I only had one chance and somehow I've fucked it up. There was no point in feigning innocence now. If he knows my real name, it means he knows who I am and why I am here. I should apologize and try to get out of this without legal consequences. There's only one thing I can do and I am willing to do it, if it means I'll not end up in jail. I knew that this was a dangerous gamble. If he assumes that I am manipulating him, he'll throw me out of here in a blink but I didn't have any other option so I did it. I went on my knees in front of him lowering my head. "What do you think you are doing?" "Asking for forgiveness." The next I know my hair were in his fist as he made me look up at him. "I do not take traitors as my submissives Miss Williams. I'll see you in court." "Please sir, I'll take whatever punishment you dish out over the legal consequences." "And what makes you think that you are in the position to demand so?" "I am begging not demanding." There were tears in my eyes at this point. I was desperate, so desperate that this seemed an easy out. "If you knew anything about me, you would have never begged me for this." "I know." "Do you? Alright then, you have been warned Elena because I promise that before this night ends, I'll make you regret begging me for a punishment...." This is the third book in Club Edge series and not a standalone. Please read the first books in order to understand this one better. Warning⚠️: 18+/ BDSM

Evelyn is a young bright senior at Red Field Highschool, who has developed a tiny crush on her history teacher, but what happens when that crush becomes not so tiny? could he actually like her back? no.. that seems impossible, doesn't it? •tw: some hard kink •some fluff as well. 18+ !!!PICTURES ARE NOT MINE!!!

"I don't want your love, Printsessa. I want your obedience." To end a brutal blood war between two ruthless empires, Elena Romano is forced into a marriage she never chose with Dante Morozov, the Bratva's most feared heir. He is cold, calculating, and untouchable. A man who rules through violence and silence, whose stare cuts sharper than any blade. From the moment they wed, Dante makes one thing clear: Elena is not his wife-she is the price of peace. But peace was never his intention. As enemies close in and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Dante's dangerous obsession shifts from control to possession. His protection is suffocating. His devotion, lethal. And Elena-the woman who swore she'd never love a man drenched in blood begins to notice the cracks beneath his armour... especially when his hands tremble every time her life is threatened. In a world of mafia wars, forced marriage, and deadly secrets, one truth becomes unavoidable: You don't escape the man who owns your heart. Or the man who owns your life. Dark Mafia Romance | Forced Marriage | Possessive Anti-Hero | Enemies to Lovers | Bratva x Mafia If you think you can survive Dante Morozov... think again.

''Run, little mouse. Run. If I catch you I fuck you.'' ''I don't even know your last name.''