'I can't wait to grab those tits while you're choking on my cock,' he says, and fuck, my clit pulsed. What the fuck? this shit is turning me on. 'Really? You think you can handle it?' I tease, running my hand over my covered nipple. He doesn't answer. Instead, he pulls the fabric away from my clothed breasts. The air kisses my nipples, and they perk up immediately. 'Anisa is going to love that,' I say, even though I desperately need his cock in my mouth, but he needed to make that move. 'I don't want to hear that name. Just the sound of your stifled moans as I hit the back of your throat.' With that, he softly grabbed my hair and pushed my face closer. ──── ୨୧ ──── Leila Rowan thought she had everything until her not so perfect boyfriend, Andrew, betrayed her with her best friend -Anisa and then blackmailed her into silence. Fueled with anger, Nate Voss appears, Andrew's quiet, invisible brother, the glass child no one ever notices-offering her a way out. A plan: revenge. Leila thought she hated Andrew most of all... until she realized Nate's hatred for his brother runs deeper. Nate will steal Anisa from Andrew; Leila will train to beat him at the NASA-level physics contest - together they'll reclaim what Andrew thinks is his. But there's a catch. Nate has never been the guy who knows what to say, how to touch-or how to fuck. To win this game, he needs Leila to teach him how to dirty talk, how to touch a woman so good. He has the looks sure, but does he have the will? And somewhere between lust lessons and stolen touches, revenge stops being the only risky thing on the table. Because Nate isn't just Andrew's brother anymore-he's the one who could ruin her heart... or save it. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ tension Started- August 7th, Finished August 17th

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite of these dark, possessive men. And she is everything they've always wanted.

After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 - 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

"You don't look guilty," he murmurs, stepping in close. "That's because I'm not," I whisper back. His fingers brush my jaw, too rough to be kind. "No. You're worse than guilty." "Then what am I?" He smiles, cruel and gorgeous. "Unrepentant. And I like that. I want to see what it takes to make you beg for forgiveness." I smile back, just as cruel. "You'll die waiting." ----------------------------- Four boys. One lie. No forgiveness. I lied on the stand. Not by mistake. Not under pressure. I did it on purpose, and I did it for something I wanted more than justice. A billionaire went to prison. The world moved on. I disappeared. Now I'm back. Enrolled at the same elite university his son and his best friends attend. I thought I could stay quiet. I thought if I kept my head down, the past would stay buried. I was wrong. They remember me. They know what I did. And they want revenge served cold, cruel, and up close. So they drag me into their world of power, privilege, and manipulation. They move me into their house. Watch me. Corner me. Study me like I'm just another secret to uncover. But I've kept darker things hidden than they can imagine. And the more they try to break me, the more they start to fracture. Because obsession works both ways. And none of us are walking away clean. A dark, slow-burn reverse harem where enemies blur into lovers and lies are foreplay. No MM. No forgiveness. Just control, chaos, and the girl who never planned to survive, only to win.

'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.' |18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass. ❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes looking at him through the mirror, legs trembling and pussy throbbing. ❝Yes Belle, ask for forgiveness because we're doing this all night.❞ And he enters me. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Annabelle Alvarez tries her best to hide her low self esteem under her bubbly and perfectionist personality. Having one rule in life which is to stay out of trouble and avoid any unnecessary attention, she seems to re-consider it when she comes crashing down on the shoe of Grey Blackwell. ... Grey Blackwell is the CEO of the Blackwell industries and one of the richest bachelors in the country. He doesn't exhibit any weaknesses or fear, displays no emotion and definitely doesn't express love because well, he has no intention of doing so but Belle made him aware of how bright life is. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Known as the girl who got pregnant for a stranger as a teenager, she grew up to be a fierce and independent woman. But behind her outer appearance, hides a betrayed and lonely girl. Grey Blackwell just storms his way into her life, crashing all the walls it took years to build up. He's someone who never found love and she's someone who gave up on love. They might feel like strangers but when skeletons start to creep out, they both realize their relationship goes way back. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝What do you want?❞ I ask taking a step back. ❝You.❞ His lips comes crashing down on mine as he cages me to the wall. ❝I'm going to fuck the hatred out of you Belle.❞ ❝Then try me, Grey.❞ ━━━━━━

[18+ MATURE CONTENT] "𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you." His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric, "I hate you too," he smirks, his voice deep and raspy "I've always hated you." ✩✩✩✩✩✩ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 the devil in human form. He was born into a powerful and influential Italian mafia family. Being the son of the don, he grew up surrounded by wealth, violence, and a code of honor that placed loyalty above all else. After his father's death he was named the don of the italian mafia. He was feared by everyone. 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙 is sin herself. Her beautiful long black hair, green eyes and curvy body captivated everyones attention. She was born into the Spanish mafia. She became the top assassin at the age of 16. She was the only child and became the heir of the mafia. Everything was now being passed to her and she was ready. Except for one thing, being arranged to marry her enemy. 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏

"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝚴𝐞𝐫𝐨." A shudder ran down Nero's spine as she watched the man before her lean back against his office chair, spread his bulky thighs, and tip his head back as he watched her with those sultry eyes of his. She knew it was wrong to want him, that wanting him would only bring her trouble, yet she found her mouth salivating at the mere sight of him. It was unfair how attractive he was. "Why? You didn't let me cum yesterday." His eyebrow twitched, the corner of his lips tipping in amusement. "Only good girls get to cum, diavolina." ❦ It was never Nero Rothschild's intention to find herself as the central figure in every fantasy of the don of the most influential and dangerous mafia in New York. Especially when said man also happened to be Niccolò Lyon, the rival of the Lucchese family she was forced to work for. After generations of conflict, the two mafias had finally settled their issues by arranging the marriage of Niccolò Lyon with the cousin of the Lucchese heir-a marriage that would save thousands of lives from dying in the meaningless war. Everyone knew the importance of the marriage, understanding what it meant for the future of the underworld. Everyone but Niccolò, it seemed. The day Niccolò Lyon saw Nero Rothschild, he knew he had to have her, to possess her. He found himself pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips. He knew he was wrong to want the girl so badly. She had already been claimed by his rival despite wanting nothing to do with the lovesick man. The fact only made Niccolò desire the little devil even more, especially when he found out that the Lucchese family had gone against their promise of peace by hiring her to coldheartedly murder him. He needed to have her, to make her his, and to own her. Fiancée be damned.