Lilah Hunter doesn't blur lines. As a sharp-tongued corporate lawyer with a ruthless work ethic and a closet full of control, she's has learnt to build her entire life on boundaries, no one gets inside her armor. And definitely not an arrogant, charming billionaire. Theo Grey. Infuriatingly confident, dangerously observant, and hellbent on pushing her buttons. With just a glance, he can unravel the cool, confident woman she's worked so hard to become. He drives her insane... yet she can't seem to escape the way he makes her feel. . . . Then punish me, Lilah," he whispered, low, deliberate, sinful. My name rolled off his tongue like it was made for my lips alone. Heat pooled deep inside me. My mind teetered on the edge of surrender. A dangerous idea struck. I tilted my head, eyes locked on his, and let my fingers drift over his forearm- the one resting on my thigh. Featherlight, I traced up to his bicep, over the curve of his neck, and finally let the back of my hand brush his cheek. My thumb traced over his bottom lip in a slow, deliberate caress. His gaze followed, wide, hungry, submitting under my touch. "Do I plan on punishing you, Grey?" I murmured, letting my voice drip with false innocence. I bit my lower lip, slow enough for him to notice, and held his eyes while I did it. He seized my wrist with his free hand, fingers strong and possessive. His eyes flicked to my mouth, back to my eyes, then back down again. Every lean forward, every shift of his body screamed that he wanted more. Needed more.

A perfect boy. A broken girl. You know where the story goes. Cecilia Duarte knows how to keep a secret. She's learned the hard way. With covered crimes and heavy burdens on her shoulders, it's a requirement. But then, in one lucky encounter, that weight is about to fall. Julián Reyes. So perfect it's actually annoying. Blond hair, honey eyes and a smile anyone would die for. Including Ceci. Julián Reyes knows how to play a part. With a scholarship secured and his spot on the soccer team admired, he must. But she's always been there, in the back of his mind, threatening his focus. Cecilia Duarte. And a seat chart could bring them together. Chocolate hair and sad eyes he sees in his dreams. They've pretended their whole lives, so stopping isn't an option. And yet... *when we stop pretending is the first book of a 6 (hopefully???) book series but ceci and juli's story concludes in this book*

"Ellie.. " he warned when I gently squeezed his hard bludge over the slacks causing him to cursed underneath his breathe. Mason wrapped his hand around my neck pulling my face closer to his. "I Know what are you trying to do, bella" he Whispered. A sexy smirk playing on his handsome face when I moaned feeling his another hand sliding down between my legs massaging me roughy. "And if you don't cut it out. I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good" One friday night, Ellie Rose - A breathtaking beautiful, gorgeous, innocent and successful lawyer end up encountering with a handsome- well, Insanely Handsome, Gorgeous and Sexiest man alive. Little does she knew, he's one of the most powerful and highly successful Businessman of italy. To Ellie, it was just one night stand but to him, it was something more and he wasn't planning to let her go so easily. Things started to get too much heated between them as their every night turn out to be wild and full of passionate. But.. what dark secret is Mason Williams hiding? Warning: Mature language and Adult, sexual scene. The story will be edited once it get done.

I'll be putting oneshots I made of Jude and Cardan from The Cruel Prince here ! If you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know ! ! ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO HOLLY BLACK ! ! COVER IS NOT MINE !

❝The way you're looking at me right now makes me wonder where you want me.❞ stolen glances, hushed whispers, teasing breaths, lingering touches. 𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ─ tim bradford x fem!oc ─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6 (s7 coming soon!) ─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice ​ ─ posted on AO3 under same username ⊱ ──────── ➤ ──────── ⊰

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

Tim and Lucy fight all the time. Angela and Nyla find that it's a good idea to make them move in with each other for a month to see if it helps. Does something happen? Will they end up together?

Sariah Eiran crosses the Parapet, gaining entrance to Basgiath War College's riders quadrent.She swore to herself that she'd focus on studying and flying, but a certain blonde haired, rebellion relic doning cadet wants her attention. ... the story follows along the original fourth wing book chapters from the prospective of Sariah(OC).

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words