What's more love than two girls having special moments in the sunset. It's a beautiful thing that the two share. But is all as perfect as it seems?? Brooklyn- A future mafia queen Anayiah- A mafia and a player How will these to love eachother after finding out the truth about each other. Will they even date after this?

Celeste thought her life was perfect-until the night that shattered everything. At 21, she had it all: love, stability, and a future she believed in. But on Valentine's Day, a night meant for roses and promises, her world crumbled. Betrayed by the woman she loved on their first anniversary, Celeste's heartbreak should have been the worst part of the evening. It wasn't. That same night, she was taken-kidnapped by a woman who was everything her ex wasn't: dangerous, powerful, and merciless. Raven Cantié, known in the criminal underworld as La Louve Noire-The Black She-Wolf-isn't just a mafia boss. She's a legend. Sadistic, manipulative, and irresistibly charismatic, Raven doesn't ask. She takes. And what she wants now is Celeste-fragile, whose innocence fascinates her like a flame calling to a predator. But what Raven doesn't expect is that the girl she saw as prey might be something else entirely. Because Celeste isn't just fragile. She's fire wrapped in fear, and there are things inside her even Raven can't control. Will Raven tame her favorite possession, or will Celeste be the one to burn the wolf alive? A story of obsession, trauma, twisted power, and a darkness that blurs the line between love and control. • • • • Trigger warnings:kidnapping, drinking, smut, degrading, blood, beating, killing, very graphic tortures , SA, rape, drugging, a lot of swears etc. It's 18+ story with mature scenes and graphic content. You're reading this on your own responsibility! #2 in torture 21.01.2026 #1 in risk 21.01.2026 #1 in prey 22.01.2026 #4lesbianromance

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me, "right here," her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine with her depraved hand that reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── She killed him. Everyone knows it. Why'd she do it? No one knows. All that matters is that they can't prove it. And even if they could, they wouldn't dare to do, or say anything about it. She was dangerous, merciless and heartless. And now, she's boss. There's only so many people who kill their way to the top, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡. I guess there are just a few certain things people would 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 for... whether it's power, seduction, or 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one to confront her about her calloused ways of replacing the previous mafia boss after his mysterious death. Unfortunately for Angeline, resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. And resisting falling inlove may be even harder, especially with someone who she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025)

❝I've never done it with a girl before.❞ I whisper sheepishly, biting my lip in the act. "Trust me, little bee, I'll make you feel good." She answered to me in between breaths, with her lips on mine. "Really fucking good." We continued kissing for a few more seconds, before she stuck her hand in my trousers brushing her finger against my slit. "You're so wet." She told me, kissing my neck. Moments later, she unexpectedly started to draw small circles on my clit. "mm.." I moaned licking and slightly biting my top lip. "I told you baby." She whispered to me. "I can make you feel good." breathy moans escaped my lips, while she smashed her lips back on mine, roughly kissing me. Her fingers didn't stop, nor slow down. In fact, they increased in motion. My body shook, from how good it felt. - Willow has never had sex with a girl, nor has she thought about it. Especially with the passing of her late father, Madrigal Jade, she's been trying her best to keep the family together. Although, once she meets Irina, it completely changed her perspective on things. She comes to realization that she can't fix something that is unfixable, even though you try your hardest to make it last longer than anticipated.

My legs shifted wider without thinking, fabric of my dress riding just enough to reveal more than I intended. Bianca's gaze snapped down instantly, sharp and hungry. "Now open your legs for me." I let out a soft laugh, biting my lip. "They're already open, Bianca. What, you want me to show you everything?" ⊹ She entered the house under the guise of duty, tasked with the care of innocence. Yet beneath the veneer of obligation, desire simmered, subtle and relentless. In the delicate balance between control and surrender, she discovered that longing doesn't blur boundaries, it erases them.

GRACE The last thing I expected when I walked into the courtroom was to see Ava sitting on the opposing site. The same Ava who had me on my knees just 12 hours ago, whispering filthy praises in my ear. I've never wanted to mix business with pleasure. But what could I have done when Ava looked at me like she owned me? I should be running away, but when Ava commands, I obey. AVA I know exactly how to break someone and put them back together. That is why I was so good at what I was doing. Not just in my office but in the club too. But Grace? She was supposed to be a quick distraction. Now she was standing across the court and the only thing in my mind was her sweet whimpers as she melted under my touch. I knew I had to figure out a plan and I needed Grace to obey me. And she will, I will make sure of that.

Cordelia Ramsey is the kind of girl who's always in motion - weekend parties, hallway laughter, a little too much eyeliner, and a lot of charm. She's not perfect, but she's not trying to be. Grades? Decent. Friends? Plenty. Life? Complicated. Then comes Ms. Deborah Everett - cool, unreadable, and dressed like she walked out of a noir film. Her voice is soft but cutting, her looks linger a moment too long, and her comments always land like a dare. She shouldn't notice Cordelia. Cordelia shouldn't care. But the way Ms. Everett calls her Miss Ramsey, the way her eyes flicker with something Cordelia can't quite name - it sticks. It grows. It lingers. As late assignments turn into after-school conversations, and sarcasm turns into something quieter, deeper - Cordelia starts to wonder: What exactly is happening here? And more dangerously... what if she doesn't want it to stop? A slow-burn romance full of sharp tension, forbidden glances, and the space between wanting something - and knowing you shouldn't touch it.

teacherxstudent - wlw age gap - 16 years. Having just stepped into a new school, Elly resolved to dedicate herself wholly to her studies. She had transferred to flee a harrowing past she could not forget, a memory etched deep into both body and soul. Though countless trials assailed her, her mother's steadfast support became her anchor.

────────────────────────────────────── "Every time she pushed me away, it felt like I was stepping closer to understanding her-maybe more than I wanted to. But when she pulled me in, I couldn't resist." ────────────────────────────────────── This story is GXG || Intersex ────────────────────────────────────── TW | This story includes: •Abuse •PTSD •Slurs •Alcohol, Smoking, Drugs •Language •Detailed Sexual Content

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.