18+ they were her lifelines. 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. "you better not cut me." he began to trace around my nipples with one of the knives, the cold steel giving my skin goosebumps. "i'm gonna split your pussy in half if you don't fuck me like you mean it," i gasped when he took the other knife and grazed it across my pussy, slapping the sharp steel repeatedly. "where is that energy from earlier? hm?" that's when my fucked up head lost it. i should not have been so turned on by this foreplay but fuck it. "do that again," my fingers in his hair tightened. "tell me you want me to split your pussy open first." i desperately moaned and kissed him. "i want you to split my pussy in fucking half." i felt him slap the knives against me again. "good girl." he smirked before positioning me on my back, knees to my chest. "you fucked me up in the head with your kinks you know that?" he gritted, continuing to drive my mind up the wall by teasing the knife on my sensitive area. "and i'm not sorry," i pulled him to hover over me and smirked. "i like this side of you. show me more and i might stupidly let you get me pregnant." i joked but those were suddenly like the magic words that made his dick stiff even harder and grow a couple more inches before he slammed deep inside of me without warning. "don't say shit like that tiana, i might be tempted to. your pussy fights back and i might fuck around and let her win this time." yeah he wasn't getting me pregnant but the foreplay of it all was something i never thought i'd be into, to be honest. but he brings unexpected surprises out of me sometimes. like right now in about five more seconds if he keeps that insane pussy grip stroke going. ©kenziexwrites all rights reserved. august 27th, 2024

(BWWM) For the women who crave raw, jealous, possessive sex. "My wife," he growls, his voice rough with restraint, as his lips trail down my neck. I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair, his touch burning despite the chill of his kisses. His hands grip my waist, firm and possessive, anchoring me to him. "Your wife," I whisper breathlessly, my body trembling as a shiver of pleasure ripples down my spine. He pulls back with a low groan, his eyes dark and hungry. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice tight, as if holding back is its own torment. I tug him closer, my nails grazing his scalp. "Just be gentle," I plead, my voice heavy with need. His gaze searches mine, a storm of hesitation and desire. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I breathe, my resolve unwavering. The moment the word leaves my lips, he's on me. His mouth crashes into mine, the kiss hot and consuming, as if he's starved for me. His hands slide up to my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist as he lifts me with ease. I gasp into his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist, feeling his hard dick press against me. Pinned against the wall, he grinds against me, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through me. My nails rake down his back as his lips claim mine over and over, his body pressed so close there's no space left between us. ~ Eden has always been a pawn in her father's game, and now she's forced into a marriage with the vampire prince of Trazethen. Her mission: Deliver the heart of Trazethen, destroy Trazethen from the inside out, saving those she loves. But the closer Eden gets to the prince, the more blurred the lines between enemy and ally become. As secrets unfold, the man she was taught to hate may not be the monster she imagined. In a world of power, desire, and betrayal, Eden must decide what she's willing to sacrifice when everything she's ever known is at risk. #9 in enemies to lovers #6 in mythical

In which I fall in love with my bodyguard. "Jealous?" Alessio's laugh was low, dry, and edged with something darker. Before I could even process it, his rough hand wrapped firmly around my throat, his grip just enough to make my breath hitch. His gaze burned into mine, unrelenting, daring me to look away. His other hand trailed down, deliberate and slow, until his cold silver rings pressed against the heat between my thighs. I flinched at the contrast, my body betraying me as a shiver rolled down my spine. Every nerve screamed at me to pull away, but his touch awakened memories I had buried, memories I'd spent years trying to erase. "Let go, Alessio," I bit out, my voice trembling. I forced my hand between us, shoving him back just enough to break his hold. The moment I was free, I straightened and walked past him, my legs shaking but my steps purposeful. "You know," I started, casting a glance over my shoulder, "My father wouldn't appreciate you to ng me like that." My tone was cutting, sharp, yet the way his jaw clenched told me I'd struck a nerve. The corner of my mouth curled in satisfaction. I always did love provoking Alessio Rossi-it was a twisted game we'd perfected over the years. But my victory was short-lived. In a flash, his hand gripped my wrist, yanking me back and slamming me against the wall. The air left my lungs in a rush, and before I could speak, he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "He wouldn't appreciate the things I think about doing to you either," he growled, his voice rough and dripping with heat. "The way I imagine fucking you right here, against this wall." "Is that what you want, bambina?" His lips barely grazed my skin, his voice a low snarl. "For me to ruin you, turn you into a writhing, begging mess? My little fuck doll?" The tension crackled between us like fire, his grip unyielding, his eyes burning with a hunger I couldn't escape-and maybe didn't want to.

❝You can go fuck yourself, 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ The young man scoffs, a bitter laugh trailing from his lips as he lazily eyes her barely clothed figure, his cold eyes only showing an ounce of interest, a miniscule speck of desire. ❝Now why would I do that when I have 𝐲𝐨𝐮 here?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What happens when the hot, rich, and very complicated All-Star football player cross paths with a dancer who makes him question it all? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟒/𝟏𝟓/𝟐𝟓

Liora Coldwell's perfect, sheltered life shatters when she catches her father cheatin at a young age. Her mother divorces and remarries, but soon the family faces financial struggles- All of a sudden her mother and father gets this load of cash but what happens when this money needs to be paid back? Matteo Galletti, head of the Italian mafia after his father's death, lives a solitary life, keeping to himself and trusting no one. He gives second chances to no one and never tolerates broken promises- he needs the money back he was promised but instead of money he gets his obsession?

❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

depraved - /dɪˈpreɪvd/ - morally corrupt; wicked. "You're obsessed with me," I breathe, fingers gripping the gun harder. "it's so pathetic." "Call me a fool instead," he says with a tilt of his head as he steps closer, the gun digging into his chest. "because I'm never letting you go." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ They say all good boys go to heaven, and bad boys bring heaven to you but they never said anything about the boys who unleash hell upon the world just for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In the shadow, he watches. In the darkness, he waits. She's a fortress of steel and fire, he's the darkness that's seeped in, unaware of the monster she's unknowingly ignited. She's the girl who's about to find out what hell looks like-and it's tailored perfectly for her in custom made suits. As obsession becomes fixation, and fixation becomes possession, the lines between love and destruction blur. For years, he's watched, waited, and manipulated the shadows to bring her closer. His obsession is her greatest threat, and her love is his ultimate revenge. In a world of secret societies and sinister plots, they'll dance on the edge of destruction, bound by a toxic thread of desire and revenge. Will she be his salvation, or his downfall?

|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I was begging for him to stop or to continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He fills me up in one hard thrust, a hand on my neck. ❝So be a good girl and see how deep I am.❞ ━━━━━━━ Lucy is the perfect example of sunshine and warmth. Rafaelle is the perfect example of gloominess and iciness. A professor and a student. Complete opposites. But it's common knowledge that opposites attract. ━━━━━━━ She traces my tattooed covered scar, a small smile on her lips. "I love this particular tattoo." Lucy compliments, lifting her head to look up at me. "That tattoo is older than you darling." ━━━━━━━ grumpy × sunshine trope has never been so good. (book three of the Blackwell series but can be read as a stand alone)

"You want to act reckless? Fine. But don't think for a second you're not being watched. This city is full of men who'd love to carve a message into you just to make a point." "And what message would you carve?" I whispered. He reached out. Brushed the back of his knuckles down my jaw, rough and slow. "Mine." It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic. It was a brand. And then he dropped his hand. "You have ten minutes to get out of here before I make a fucking scene." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Massimo Bianchi is ruthless, the kind of man who leaves blood in his wake and never looks back. At 29, he's the trusted enforcer for one of the most feared mafia bosses in America - my father, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ghost I never knew but can never escape. I, Francesca DeLuca, have spent my life in the shadows of wealth, too blind to see the truth behind my family's fortune. But when I confront the mysterious man who's been following me, I'm thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, where loyalty is bought and sold like a commodity. Massimo is everything I should fear - cold, dangerous, and bound by an oath to my father. But there's something in the way he looks at me, a dark hunger he refuses to acknowledge. I should hate him, push him away, but the deeper I fall into my family's twisted legacy, the harder it is to resist the pull. But loving a man like Massimo is a risk, and in our world, mistakes are paid for in blood. So the question is - will I be his downfall, or will he be mine?

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.