"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭: "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in wlw

She grabs my right hand, brings it up between us, and sucks my fingers into her mouth. Fresh heat floods between my thighs, and I'm forced to stay still. Her darkened eyes stay on mine as her cheeks hollow out, tasting me off my fingers. Her other hand lowers between my legs and drags a finger through my slick mess. A devilish grin appears on her face as she pulls my fingers, glistening with saliva, out from her mouth. "Let's see how many times you can come before you fall apart." My breath hitches, and she notices. Her smile is cruel as she picks me up, wraps my legs around her and sets me on the bed. She crawls over me and leans in, her voice ragged against my ear. "Let's see how strong pretty little Soleil really is." That's all the warning I get as she crashes her lips against mine, consuming me from the inside out. ____ Soleil Laurent worked day and night to get into Prix de Lausanne: a ballet competition that offers scholarships and possible partnerships with major dance companies. What happens when she has to perform a publicity stunt alongside hockey player Selene Dalton, who looks at her with barely contained hunger. Will she act on the hidden desires that come up the more time they spend together? Or will she veil them with hate?

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, out of sixty thousand models, she was. Now under the control of StarCorp's cold and untouchable founder, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, Ella finds herself pulled into a world of luxury, lust, and the impossible standards of fame. But Taylor plays a slow game. And Ella? She's determined to prove she's not as easy to break as the girls before her. [DISCLAIMER: The intended audience for this book is 18+.] © Tear Me Down may not be reproduced, copied, reposted or translated in any way unless explicit permission is given directly from the author.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

Everyone knows Vivian Hart. No one really knows Leah Torres. They were only supposed to be project partners-until they became the one person who truly saw each other. In a town built on appearances, falling might cost them everything.

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," she said, 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 as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There are only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone 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) #1 in women (August 2026)

" here I am again , with the same person... same situation but will it turn out the same as before or will we get our happy ending " and if I don't get it will I find that with someone else ?

Seraphina Esposito is a mafia queen.. cold, ruthless, untouchable. At twenty-five she rules an empire built on fear, wielding power like a blade and believing feelings to be nothing but weakness. Love, family, softness.. those are luxuries she's burned out of herself. Or so she thought. Then comes Elowen Morgan. Beautiful. Too emotionally intelligent. Kindhearted. Too pure for a world like hers... and yet, impossible to ignore. With honey-brown eyes that see too much and a quiet defiance behind her smile, she unsettles everything Seraphina thought she knew. Seraphina doesn't do love. But desire? Obsession? The urge to claim what should never have been hers? That, she can't seem to resist. What happens when a woman who feels nothing meets the one person she can't stop feeling?