18+ they were her lifelines. 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. "how about you just ditch me? i'll take care of myself and if marco gets me then so be it." i patted his rock-hard chest and turned to stumble down the hotel hall where my fling of the night was waiting in room 1610 but he yet again stopped me, yanking me into his chest and hovering above my face. "tiana why do you keep doing this? to yourself? to me? why are you trying to purposely get yourself killed? the only reason i took this job was to protect you because the thought of you dead doesn't sit right on my heart! i have feelings for you whether you want me to or not and you can fuck as many guys as you want and throw it in my face, i don't care! but it doesn't change how i feel about you because i am yours!" "i belong to you!" "but i don't belong to you!" his handsome face drew closer to mine and he revealed the amount of pain he was suffering through his eyes as they roamed my face in feral yearning. our hearts pound together in sync. "and that's what kills me the most every minute of every day i'm with you!" "then don't be with me, i don't need you!" "but i need you! don't you get it? my whole life has only consist on watching over you and making sure you were safe! i never let myself get too close because i knew i wouldn't be able to leave when the time came." my ragged breath fanning his lips drew him even closer and i placed my palm on his chest to keep him at bay. "well then don't you think the time has come yet?" his eyes shut as he placed his forehead against mine. "god tia you drive me up the fucking wall." "i know...but you're still here." his eyes found mine and his fingers slid through my curls. "i'm still here." "and i'm stuck with you aren't i?" his lips merely brush mine and i shiver as he gazes into my soul, "you're bound to me my darling and i can't bring myself to let you go." i sigh. fuck my life. ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭

(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

❝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 replies 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 say anything about the boys who unleash hell upon the world just for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝘝𝘖𝘞𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌: 𝘋𝘌𝘗𝘙𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘋 𝘈 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 1. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 He came for revenge. He stayed to claim her. Gabriella Ferrara is fire in silk and lace. A fortress. Untouchable. Unbothered. Zain Ibrahim is the darkness already inside her walls. For years he's watched her from the shadows. She was supposed to pay for her father's sins. One look and the plan burns. Now she's the sin he can't confess and the craving he can't kill. What starts as vengeance twists into obsession. Obsession into possession. Behind custom suits and blood-stained knuckles, Zain learns exactly how far he'll go to keep her. Because in his world, mercy doesn't exist. And Ibrahim men don't let go. Not of grudges. Not of the women they mark as theirs. In a world of blood oaths, the most dangerous vow is the one he makes to her: Mine. Touch her and you'll answer to me. Will she be his salvation... or the beautiful downfall he was born for? Tropes: Dark mafia revenge romance, kidnapping, dark enemies-to-lovers obsession, possessive MMC, lethal FMC, dangerous seduction, forced proximity, found family, betrayal, toxic heat, murder partners, mafia chaos, mafia king who falls first, falls hard, and loses what little sanity he had left, open door, 18

|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I'm begging him to stop or continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He grunts, filling me up in one hard thrust, his hand flexing 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. -

"What does it feel like to be a heartless bitch?" "Cold." . . . Everyone loves Katherine Hartley - or at least, they love the illusion. Katherine reigns both on campus and at the elite ballet academy founded and owned by her father. She's every warning wrapped in silk. Elegance carved in ice, she's a girl raised to be disciplined, untouchable and most of all; perfect - a swan sculpted by years of brutal training and emotional isolation. Love was never meant for her. Especially not the kind that lingers - obsessive, aching... wrong. Especially not from the boy she's known since childhood. He's the one who sees through her mask, sees everything she tries to hide. And for the first time, Katherine starts to wonder what it would be like to fall - even if it ruins everything. He knows loving her may ruin him. But letting her go would destroy him. He's everything she can't want. And the only thing that makes her feel alive. She's the only thing he wants, but can't have.