Peyton Ellis has returned from Italy with a shattered heart, burying herself in work to avoid the pain of everything that happened there. She refuses to let herself dwell on the memories-or the woman who broke her heart. But moving on becomes impossible when Fallon Fortier shows up, determined to fight her way back into Peyton's life. Fallon isn't willing to let their story end in Italy, and she's ready to prove that what they had is worth fighting for. Peyton must decide whether to guard her heart... or give Fallon another chance to claim it.

(Slow updates, until my book Pining for Peyton is finished) Professor Reid walked around her desk to stand directly before me. I looked up at her, the intensity in her eyes made my throat go dry. "I want you to show me how much you want this, Freya." I stared up at her. My eyes widening. "What?" "I want you to touch yourself for me," she said, each word deliberate. "I want to see how desperate you are for me." Heat burned through me. "Professo-" "You want me, don't you, Freya?" she cut me off sharply. I hesitated, then nodded, my hands letting go of the desk now, trembling in my lap. Her eyes flickered down to my hands, before meeting mine again. "Then show me," she pressed, her voice lower now, but held so much authority. Heat coiled in my lower stomach at her request. I tilted my head back more to meet her gaze, and the weight of it pinned me in place. "Freya..." my name sounded like both a warning and a prayer on her lips. "If you want me-prove it." I hesitantly stood up, while holding eye contact with her, seeing if any part of her was just messing with me. But she wasn't. She was being serious. I focused on breathing, in and out, as I hooked my thumbs into my underwear, tugging them down to let them fall to the floor before kicking them to the side. I felt heat rush through my body. I stood in front of her hesitantly. I can't believe I'm going to touch myself in-front of her. "What's the matter Freya," Professor Reid tilted her head. "Nervous?" I blinked up at her and shook my head slightly. I couldn't even find the words to speak anymore. Get it together Freya. She wanted this. I wanted this. 💋 To be Infatuated: possessed with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone. Sit back & enjoy the ride. - YSHM

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

Liana Flores was a sweetheart nothing more than a ball of sunshine , when Liana is faced with having to find a new job for her daughter a opportunity falls right into her hands. An office job cant be that hard right? work for someone do paper work go home. but oh was she completely blindsided - Vivienne Binachi was the complete opposite ruthless ceo of her company never believing in love. all she needed was a new assistant someone to do her work watch out for things she needed thats all. but when Liana comes into Vivienne's life she no longer can keep up her cold act she was captivated by her new young employee. secrets unfold,death comes close can she still be saved?

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

Stephanie Walker is eighteen, moving across the country from Los Angeles to New York to begin her dream: law school at NYU. A new city, a new home, new friends, new everything. She's excited, but sleepless nights, old wounds, and quiet struggles follow her everywhere. She wants to live like any other college student, to blend in, to feel normal, but life hasn't been simple, and surviving on her own is harder than she expected. Every late night, every study session, every solitary drive home reminds her that life doesn't come with easy answers. Some nights, she leans on quiet habits she'd never tell anyone about, just to make it to morning. Elena Shay is thirty-two, NYU's Dean and a respected law professor. Her life is built on control, precision, and endless responsibility. At work, she's commanding, elegant, untouchable. Outside it, she's soft, warm, and human, but never careless. Elena doesn't date casually; she doesn't waste time or energy on anything that isn't worth it. She's deliberate, certain, and careful... Until Stephanie. Stephanie isn't just another student. She's sharp, captivating, and unafraid to be herself in a way that draws Elena in deeper than it should. Suddenly, the carefully maintained line between professional and personal life begins to blur. The rules, the expectations, the life Elena's worked so hard to control all scream that nothing between them can ever happen. And yet, the pull becomes impossible to ignore. As their worlds collide, Stephanie discovers a side of life she's never dared to touch: warmth, comfort, attention, and desire from someone who sees her fully, not as a girl with a "rough" childhood, but as a woman. Together, Elena and Stephanie fall into chaos, vulnerability, and longing they didn't know they were missing. Every glance, every touch, and every moment carries risk. Risk of exposure, of judgment, of everything crashing down, all shaped by the choices resting in their hands.

Professor x Student | wlw | Age Gap | Genius Girl x Academic Enigma Maya is a brilliant mind with a past her memory chose to bury. She's eighteen, but she's not starting college-she's wrapping up her Master of Science in Quantum Physics. She enrolled at fourteen, a prodigy who moved through equations, theories, and sterile labs where everything made sense except, maybe, herself. Her focus is fixed on the path ahead-a PhD, more research, more certainty. But that fragile balance begins to shift after one unexpected encounter. During a routine session with her therapist, she meets a woman who, without warning, walks back into her life as a professor in a class Maya was never supposed to attend. Coincidence, consequence, or something else entirely? Quantum physics doesn't offer answers for the way a soul trembles. This is a story of blurred boundaries and buried memories, of forbidden tension and the quiet gravity between two women on opposite sides of a classroom. A slow burn. An ethical tightrope. An impossible pull that feels just as chaotic, just as precise, as the laws that govern the universe itself. Tags: • Mommy issues • Slow burn • Mental health struggles • Professor x student • 26-year age gap #7 teacherstudent

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.

In the heart of Manhattan, ex-Marine Lieutenant Andreà "Andy" Sutton commands Protect, an elite security agency prized by presidents, Fortune 500 CEOs, and A- celebrities. From war zones to boardrooms, she's built for reputation precision,, loyalty and results-no mission too impossible, no threat too hidden. When her lifelong friend and head of security, Lander Rodriguez, strides into her office with a self-satisfied smirk, Andy immediately knows something's amiss. She's supposed to be safeguarding pop sensation Taylor Swift, yet Lander's cryptic news and knowing glance hint at a high-stakes gamble far beyond routine protection. Taylor demands "the best," and now Andy must decide how much she's willing to risk to prove she's worth the title. When every move could be their last, who will emerge unscathed-and who will pay the ultimate price? WARNING: SMUT ADULT CONTENT PROFANITY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS IS MY STORY. I GIVE NO CONSENT TO REPLICATE, COPY OR REPUBLISH THIS STORY. Enjoy! 😊

⚠️Read tags please!!⚠️ This is a very gay slow burn book... Two women, two completely different lives. Started- 2/6/22