"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

Amos thrives on routine and quiet, so being forced to temporarily move in with his brother Jayvion and Jayvion's girlfriend, Kiree, pushes him far outside his comfort zone. Adjusting to a shared space and new dynamics isn't easy for him. Things become even more complicated when Kiree invites her foster brother Kyson to stay. Fresh out of prison and carrying his own baggage, Kyson is someone Amos never expected to connect with. Yet an instant bond forms, and Kyson quickly becomes a source of comfort and understanding. As their connection grows, Amos knows there are things he isn't ready to share. Keeping parts of himself private feels safer, but living under the same roof makes distance hard to maintain when emotions begin to surface.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

When a fire takes everything from Mia, her parents, her home, and the life she once knew, she is adopted by her mother's best friend, Jules Kingsley. Moving into the Kingsley mansion should be a fresh start, but her new brother, Damon, has other plans. Damon is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to avoid. He's made it his mission to remind Mia that she doesn't belong, and their hatred for each other burns brighter with every interaction. But living under the same roof means there is no escape, no distance, no way to keep the lines from blurring. He wants control. He wants her submission. He wants her, no matter how wrong it is. And the more Mia resists, the more his obsession grows, twisting every fight into something darker, every stolen glance into a game neither of them can win.

"Some hungers can't be satisfied by a sip. They require a total drowning." Lisa thought she was just a guest in a house of luxury. She thought Ron was just her best friend's father-a man of cold stares, sharp suits, and a presence that made her blood run hot. She was infatuated, a moth circling a very dangerous flame. But in this house, there are no accidents. When a simple nightstay turns into a descent into the shadows, Lisa realizes that the "thirst" she felt wasn't her own-it was a trap. Between the father she craves and the best friend who is more than she seems, Lisa is no longer a guest. She is a prize. A toy. A pet. And in Ron's world, a pet must learn to obey-completely, uncensored, and without mercy. A dark, erotic tale of obsession, betrayal, and the surrender of the soul. 18+ Only. Mature Themes / BDSM / Age Gap.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Sable Knox is the one temptation Roman Hale was never meant to want. Voluptuous, confident, and effortlessly seductive, Sable isn't the kind of girl men forget. Her curves make lingerie look sinful, her tiny waist and soft, full hips sway with dangerous innocence, and her thick thighs and pouty lips draw attention everywhere she goes. She's not trying to tease anyone. But Roman notices her more than he should. Roman Hale is temptation in an entirely different form-older, controlled, and unfairly attractive. At 6'4 with broad shoulders, sharp blue eyes, and salt-and-pepper hair that makes him look even more powerful, he turns heads without trying. Women his age chase him. Younger women fantasize about him. But the only woman who gets under his skin is the one he should stay far away from: his daughter's best friend. Living in his mansion for the summer, Sable becomes the problem he can't escape. Oversized shirts with nothing beneath. Lace glimpsed through thin fabrics. Shorts that can't handle her curves. A stretch here, a smirk there-none of it intentional, but all of it lethal to his self-control. Roman tries to be good. He avoids looking. Avoids being alone with her. Avoids the kitchen at night, because that's when she always appears half-dressed and innocent, ruining him without trying. But Sable sees the way his jaw tightens. The way he swallows hard. The way those blue eyes darken when she walks past. She knows he's watching. And it thrills her. One late-night encounter ends the distance completely. Sable steps into the kitchen in black lace and an open silk robe, and Roman freezes mid-pour. She smiles, soft and wicked. "You look tense," she whispers. And in that moment, he knows he's done for.

"... let's do this, let's enjoy one another's company until summer is over,"

**AGE CHANGE/EDIT** I lifted my head. Our eyes met. He stared at me for a moment as if he was trying to come up with another way to hurt me. Blood leaked from my opened wounds. my arms restrained by the ropes that rubbed at my skin and had now created redish rope burns on my wrist from my constant pulling. I was ready to tell him what he wanted to hear. But he had to promise me one thing... protect me Read and Enjoy