"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.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

BOOK 4 "Fuck, Carmen," I growl, gripping her locs tight, forcing her down until her nose presses into my abdomen. "Choke on that d-k, filthy a** slut. You love being my little cock-hungry bitch, don't you?"

BOOK 3 I gritted my teeth, staring up at her, my head swimming with thoughts. "You're so fucking pretty, I wanna slap the shit outta you." Her breath hitched, and instead of being scared or confused, her lips curled into this tiny smirk. "Do it then." I groaned, my hand twitching as it gripped her hip. "Don't play with me, Heaven..."

BOOK FIVE His spit mixed with my wetness, dripping down my thighs. "Dario-fuck-slow down," I whined, but he didn't. He shoved his tongue inside me, deep, then pulled back just to suck on my clit again. Over and over. Sloppy as hell.

"Look at me.Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face...slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk curving my mouth...and then lowered myself onto his lap. His jaw flexed. Hard. Eyes burning into mine like he wanted to snap my neck. Cute. I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his, my voice low and sugary, the kind of soft that slices deeper than yelling ever could. "I don't give a fuck who you are... what you do... what you own..." My gaze dropped to his holster. "...or that little toy gun you carry around like an accessory." His brows tightened-just a twitch-but it was enough to make me smile wider. I dragged a single nail down his chest, slow. Then whispered in his ear: "It'll be a cold day in hell, Mr. Grey...before I ever allow you to fuck me."

NARDO WICK & @shvnorri.a || PLUS SIZE 18+ Roman (24) & Shiloh (22) || BOOK 1 & 2 I just let 'em talk, but it bothers me 'Cause it ain't love, it ain't love, it ain't love they see But it ain't nothin' to discuss 'cause it is to me, and so what? •••••••••••••••••••••••• "Lo ion give a fuck bout you havin a nigga, it's THAT nigga I have a problem wit. He don't belong round here and you just had that nigga in our house."

"I haven't even done anything to you and you're already crying." Xavier murmurs. I can only sob harder in response. "You're going to show everyone aren't you?" He grabs a lock of my hair, almost endearingly and tucks it behind my ear. "If I was going to show everyone, I would have done it already." "Then delete the video." I say, hating how wildly desperate I sound. "I'm begging you please, Xavier." Those last two words hang in the air between us in a way I don't fully understand. Xavier tilts his head slightly and there's a darkness that's filtering through his gaze. It makes my face burn under his scorching stare. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── When Isa Carrow transfers from Oakbridge Highschool to Cedora Hills Private Highschool, with the help of her rich aunt, she believes that she is granted an opportunity at a fresh start, a way for her to redeem herself and prove that her past does not define her. But when the very secret that she is running from falls into the hands of the one person she'd wanted to stay away from, she will quickly come to understand that what she had viewed as a path to liberty was nothing short of a trap in disguise.

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28-year-old Harmoni Williams didn't come to the remote luxury island looking for pleasure-she came to pitch her last shot at success. With her beauty brand on the verge of collapse, this exclusive retreat of moguls and millionaires is her Hail Mary. She's prepared to beg, pitch, and hustle for the right investor. What she never expected was Master Walter. At 41, he's more than just the richest man in the room-he's dominant, ruthless, and dripping in power. His interest isn't in her business plan... it's in her. He offers Harmoni a deal: for one weekend, she gives him everything. Her mind. Her body. Her submission. No questions. No safe words. No escape. In exchange, he'll fund her dreams. It's immoral. It's insane. And yet, when he touches her, when he commands her, when he looks at her like she's already his-saying no becomes impossible. But what begins as a weekend of wicked indulgence spirals into something deeper... darker... more dangerous. Will Harmoni survive surrendering to a man like him-or will she be forever marked by the man who demanded her submission?