CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Dawn, a girl in her early twenties living in a poor neighborhood with her sick mother and teenage brother. Her father has abandoned them for a rich woman and they were left sinking in debt. One day someone has offered her an opportunity to change her life and her family's just by watching over a girl. Mazikeen or Maze for short, a spoiled rich brat who lives off her father's money, she's addicted to drinking and partying. She has gotten herself in too much trouble and humiliation for her father so he decided to get her a bodyguard. She pretends to be an arrogant and mean girl on the outside but only she knows what's happening on the inside. What will happen when these two meet? A poor girl with anger issues and a spoiled brat who likes to push buttons.

Paisley is a little and finds love and acceptance with her new mommies, Jordan and Beth. The three become an unconvential little family and this is their story. Read with caution as this is a mdlg story with topics of bdsm. There will be mature content as well as fun cute scenes. Happy Reading!

Caterina gave a small, amused hum, flipping a page of her magazine as though unfazed. "You'd be hotter if you weren't so mean." "And you'd be hotter if you cut the fucking attitude," Celine shot back, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Before I fuck it out of you." When Celine crosses paths with Caterina, the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she expects a quick and simple plan to settle an old score. What she doesn't anticipate is Caterina's audacious counteroffer: a marriage of convenience that will grant Celine access she can not decline. Their uneasy alliance is fraught with tension-both the fiery, physical kind and the sharp clash of wills that comes from two women with their own dark pasts and hidden agendas. As they step into a world of wealth, deception, and ruthless ambition, their plan teeters on the edge of chaos, with one question looming large: Can they trust each other long enough to survive? Will they pull off the ultimate betrayal-or will their fragile bond bring everything crashing down?

⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?

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)

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Manhattan é uma cidade dividida por muito mais do que classes sociais, é partida entre luz e escuridão. No Lado Baixo, repleto de injustiças, sobrevivência é sinônimo de sangue, onde as gangues rivais, Shadow Ravens e os Blood Hounds ditam as regras nas sombras. Kylie, líder temida dos Ravens, passou um ano atrás das grades após uma morte que mudou tudo, e está pronta para reconquistar o que perdeu... e destruir quem ousou traí-la. Ao seu lado, Ruby, sua meia-irmã, marcada por cicatrizes daquela noite, tenta resistir ao abismo que a puxa de volta. Mas fugir dos fantasmas do Baixo é impossível quando se nasceu entre eles. Enquanto isso, no Alto, vivem os privilegiados, luxo, influência e uma vida aparentemente intocável. Malia sempre viveu do lado certo da cidade, riqueza, nome limpo e ódio pelo lado Baixo. Filha de uma das famílias mais influentes de Manhattan, aprendeu a desprezar o submundo. Mas nada a preparou para Kylie, insolente, perigosa, provocadora, que atravessa seu caminho e vira seu mundo de cabeça para baixo. Já Jenna, prima de Malia, retorna à cidade após dois anos longe. Livre, imprevisível e indiferente às regras do Alto, ela nunca ligou para status ou aparência. Quando conhece Ruby, vê alguém que tenta se esconder do mundo e de si mesma. E Jenna está disposta a atravessar cada muralha que Ruby construiu, mesmo sendo avisada de que o caminho até ela é perigoso demais. Ou Na noite da festa de aniversário de 18 anos de Malia Baker, herdeira de uma das famílias mais influentes de Manhattan, os Shadow Ravens, invadem o território sem que ninguém perceba. Entre roupas de luxo, joias discretamente roubadas e olhares que queimam mais que o álcool, quatro vidas se entrelaçam, e nada mais volta a ser como antes. Quatro garotas. Dois mundos. Um encontro que acende uma chama impossível de apagar. Porque em Manhattan, tudo o que começa com um olhar... pode terminar com sangue.