(BWWM) For the women who crave raw, jealous, possessive sex. "My wife," he growls, his voice rough with restraint, as his lips trail down my neck. I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair, his touch burning despite the chill of his kisses. His hands grip my waist, firm and possessive, anchoring me to him. "Your wife," I whisper breathlessly, my body trembling as a shiver of pleasure ripples down my spine. He pulls back with a low groan, his eyes dark and hungry. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice tight, as if holding back is its own torment. I tug him closer, my nails grazing his scalp. "Just be gentle," I plead, my voice heavy with need. His gaze searches mine, a storm of hesitation and desire. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I breathe, my resolve unwavering. The moment the word leaves my lips, he's on me. His mouth crashes into mine, the kiss hot and consuming, as if he's starved for me. His hands slide up to my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist as he lifts me with ease. I gasp into his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist, feeling his hard dick press against me. Pinned against the wall, he grinds against me, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through me. My nails rake down his back as his lips claim mine over and over, his body pressed so close there's no space left between us. ~ Eden has always been a pawn in her father's game, and now she's forced into a marriage with the vampire prince of Trazethen. Her mission: Deliver the heart of Trazethen, destroy Trazethen from the inside out, saving those she loves. But the closer Eden gets to the prince, the more blurred the lines between enemy and ally become. As secrets unfold, the man she was taught to hate may not be the monster she imagined. In a world of power, desire, and betrayal, Eden must decide what she's willing to sacrifice when everything she's ever known is at risk. #9 in enemies to lovers #6 in mythical

Forbidden things always seem to be the most desirable and I never been one to hold back from getting what I want, no matter the circumstances. Until her. She's beyond forbidden, yet she's all I want, all I crave, all I desire.

Reina Carvalho has never been like her sisters. She lives for the boxing ring, chasing the title of the world's best fighter. Her greatest rival? Rafael Moretti-the mafia heir, a top-three champion boxer, and one of the most dangerous men in all of Italy. Obsessed enough to offer her training, Rafael is as ruthless as he is impossible to ignore. He could be the key to her rise... or the reason she burns. Passion. Rivalry. Legacy. Some crowns are forged in fire.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

"The Underground Fighter and His Childhood Best Friend" ❦ Sasha "Kayo" Sokolov is a Russian fighter who was sent to America at a young age. One day, he met a young girl by the name of Everleigh Wilson, who taught him how to speak English, and helped him with his studies. They bonded so easily and became the best of friends. Years passed, and Sasha disappeared. Everleigh had to go on with life without her best friend. Until one lonely night when she saw the one man she loved more than anything beating another man to death. - "What happened to the boy I used to know?" she questioned, shutting her eyes at the feel of his hand traveling up her dress. He was so close to her throbbing core, and she hated how much she wanted him to touch her, enter her, ruin her. Sasha smirked sadistically. "He's gone, kitten. And he's never coming back." ❦ 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. Possessively. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ.

𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘋𝘕𝘈. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.

"like you said this shit forever i don't see me getting tired of you."