Rhiannon I like my liquor how I enjoy my women: Straight, heady and with the promise of burning me. The plan was simple. Hustle, don't get caught, don't get killed, repeat. Love was not in it. Weaknesses were not allowed. Until Sierra. Fucking. Sweeney. God, I wanted to hate her. She lured herself into my soul like a slow deadly Venom, put my Demons to sleep with a single touch, brought me to my knees with her big sad hazel eyes. I wanted to hate her, but she was an addiction I was craving. And like a drug, She might just be the Death of Me. *** Sierra To the world, she was stone cold. Hidden behind a mask of marble. Murderous, Threatening and Deadly. But to me, Rhiannon Ortega was like catnip. A beautifully flawed misunderstood abstract painting I wanted to learn each stroke of brush by heart. And learn, I did. Nothing could've prepared me to face the Demons hidden behind her haunted eyes. They say, be careful what you wish for. I say, there is no rose without thorns. **This is a steamy f/f dark romance with many dark themes and flawed characters. Please look at the trigger warnings on page 1 before reading.**

"You didn't seem so cold when my head was between your thighs," Cameron teased, flashing her most infuriating smirk. "It was just a moment of weakness." Nova snapped, her voice trembling just slightly. "And it won't happen again." Cameron raised an eyebrow, amused. "Wanna bet?" ➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵ Her hands slide over my hips, slow and sure. - "I think I spoiled you too much, love." She says it against my skin, lips barely brushing my neck. I smile without looking at her. - "You got me used to the best, Cameron. You should've seen it coming." She laughs, her breath unsteady. - "You're worse than a drug." She pulls me closer , "And I'll never have enough." Nova Rossi thought moving again to New York would be a fresh start - A clean slate after a life she's desperate to leave behind. Once a brilliant undercover agent for Italy's elite crime unit, Nova now tries to forget the dangers she once faced... and the secrets she still carries. A prestigious new job at one of the country's most powerful corporations seems like the perfect escape. Until she walks back into her life. The one woman she swore she'd never fall for again. Cameron Anderson. The CEO. Ruthless in business. Addictive in bed. Arrogant enough to think she still had a claim on Nova's heart. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new boss isn't just ruthless. She's the woman Nova never truly escaped. Forced to work together, buried secrets resurface - and the past Nova tried to outrun catches up with her faster than she ever expected. Two hearts. One past. No future. Unless they dare everything. ➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵ This story contains mature themes intended for an adult audience (+18). You will encounter scenes of explicit sexual content, strong language, violence, trauma and mentions of criminal activities. Some situations may be triggering for sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised.

"Oh, fuckk. Baby, please! You can't do that right n-now." Her eyes squeezed shut, holding back the urge to just touch herself. "Call me baby one more time." I whispered it out but enough for her to hear. - - - Casey and Laila are brought into a twisty and emotional roller coaster after love suddenly formed between the two. But the thrilling and sabotaging situations that will blow right through them might have the two split apart from heartbreak.

"You could offer me a taste, not of your blood, but of the sweetness that comes with your smiles." A runaway bride, a mysterious vampire, and a stormy night in an eerie manor-what could possibly go wrong? Or rather, what could possibly go right? Lilith sought freedom, but she may have just traded one form of captivity for another. Only this time, the cage is lined with silk duvets, whispered promises, and a pair of piercing crimson eyes watching her every move. Does she escape? Or does she revel in how the Lady's touch lingers on her skin-cold, possessive, inescapable? Only time will tell.

❝𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.❞ __________________ Esmeralda doesn't just steal your freedom - she takes your breath, your mind...𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. Ashleen knows she should hate her. But what's the fun in that?

Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

When an assistant to a multi-millionaire CEO of a fashion magazine agrees to a fake dating deal, she doesn't expect to find that there may be more to her boss's cruel heart than she thought. ****** Working for a brutal boss was the last thing Alaina wanted to do, but the high salary is too hard to resist. When an unfortunate situation pushes CEO Mylène Seydoux to move in with Alaina, both their worlds are disrupted as rumors swirl around them. And one way to deal with that problem? Stage a fake relationship with a hefty bonus. Alaina accepts the deal, but things become complicated when the money is not the only thing that is irresistible. Mylène Seydoux's reputation as a cruel, workaholic CEO precedes her. Moving in and striking up a fake dating deal with her mousey assistant is not part of her plans. To make matters worse, that same pretty, sassy sunshine of an assistant manages to stir up feelings that Mylène has kept buried deep for years. Love has become off-limits to her when she has enemies who are waiting for the right moment to strike. Fake blurs into reality as their dating deal slowly combusts into a passion neither one of them wants to escape. Will they be able to handle each other's worlds for a chance at something real? Or will the secrets that taint both their pasts be too much for them? **** My boss is staring at me as if I'm her last dinner. "Merde, you look so fucking beautiful, amour." A smile tugs at the corner of her red lips. "And you're even wearing a red lace bra. Have you prepared for this moment, naughty girl?" I lick my dry lips. "And what if I have?" She smirks. "Then I love that." She beckons me with her finger. "Come here." Swallowing the lump in my throat, I walk to her. Until I'm standing right over her. And even when she's sitting, the power wafts off her in intoxicating waves. She truly is the Devil's Mistress. And I'm ready to burn in hell. Banners by @-DeeIsDead-

Content to live in his superstar twin's shadow, Evan Reed never expected to join the volleyball team-or fall for his brother's best friend. But one accidental collision sets off a whirlwind of spikes, secrets, and unexpected feelings that just might pull him into the spotlight for good. *** Evan has spent his entire life living in the shadow of his twin brother and volleyball prodigy, Ethan Reed. And to be honest? He likes it there. No expectations, no pressure, just quiet. That is, until one day he trips and falls into a boy, and subsequently triggers a highly dramatic series of events that starts with him reluctantly joining the volleyball team, and ends with him dating his brother's best friend. (And unfortunately, after all of it, he's still on the volleyball team.) *** NOW COMPLETED

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

"Omg, I'm coming," I said while shaking, my body convulsing with anticipation. "I know, baby, I know. I can feel it," Lucia said while she slowed her pace before pulling out, and I could feel my body relax, the tension slowly ebbing away. "You're shaking, Talia," Lucia said to me with a grin on her face, her eyes smoldering with satisfaction. "Of course I am. You just..." I cut myself short. Getting those words out while catching my breath was something else. My mind struggled to process the intensity of what had just happened. Warning ⚠️ Harsh language Detailed sexual content Abuse Objectification Hated ................. Talia, a girl who has experienced abuse all her life from her father. She is about to be sold to Vincent;Lucia's rival Lucia, a woman who had to fight all her life. She settles a debt worth millions just so that she could have Talia