"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

"Oh, little crybaby, you don't know what you're asking me for," Gabriel spoke darkly. His gazed shifted, boring into me as his breath mingled with mine. "You sit here in your little school uniform with a damn cross hanging from your neck...," he paused, his eyes narrowing as they burned through me. "Not even understanding what you're asking me while your daddy sits at home wondering why his little girl isn't back yet. I don't fuck little girls." I choked out a sob, his fingers flexing around my throat "Run, piagnona," he warned lowly, "Run as fast as you can and pray I don't catch you again cause I can promise that I won't deny myself the pleasure of ruining you a second time." ------------------ A story in which a catholic school girl becomes obsessed with the walking devil reincarnate - an Italian mob boss who loves the idea of ruining her just a little too much. Clementine wants nothing more than to be good, but his temptation is just so sweet. Gabriel wouldn't usually be so captivated by a little church girl, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure? FMC IS OF AGE!

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. ⇱ 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤 - PARTYNEXTDOOR Once a rising star, she was discarded by her label for being "unmarketable," a blow that left her drowning in cheap liquor and late-night diner shifts. She keeps her head down, her voice quiet-until one night she forgets to mute her shine.
When she sings while closing up, a stranger lingers in the shadows, listening like her voice is oxygen. She doesn't know he's been watching her long before that night. 
She doesn't know he's the producer whose name used to sit on her dream board. 
She doesn't know he's the reason opportunity suddenly knocks again. Because he's not a stranger.
He's her next chance at fame-
and the stalker who's been rewriting her destiny from the dark. 🥇in #books.

Beneath the surface of anger and resentment, a different kind of fire burned. A fire of passion, waiting to be ignited.

The Criminal and His Runaway ❦ an enemies to lovers slowburn. . . . Helena left a world of polished lies, thinking freedom would be gentle. It wasn't. It looked like Elias Ashford. He hates her. She hates him. But nothing fuels chemistry like shared walls, sharp words- and the slow, dangerous shift from enemies to something much worse. . . . Not a single dull chapter ;) Warning: Suggestive content Slowburn Morally grey male lead You've been warned. Happy Reading!

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story has not been edited yet!]]

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

"Maybe, we can take a break from studying?" Matteo asked. "And do what? Dance?" Isabelle laughed. "No. Maybe I can teach you something. Something more interesting?" "Huh? what do you mean-" He slammed his lips into me and lifted me up, giving me butterflies. I wrapped my legs around his muscular waist as he pressed my back into the bookshelf behind us and used one hand to hold me up and the other on the side of my cheek. He pressed his hard cock onto my desperate pussy. I moaned in satisfaction into the kiss and he moved everything on the desk, laying me on it. "Wait, aren't there people here?" Isabelle pulled away from the kiss looking at his now swollen lips. "No Isabelle, I rented the library for the day. That's why no one is here. Not even the librarian." He pressed his lips back onto mine and gave me butterflies, again. "Please tell me you're mine, Isabelle. I am yours, now you say it." Matteo pressed light kisses to my neck. "I am yours, Matteo. All yours." "All mine." _______________________ #11 in library - March 30th, 2025 #10 in intimate - April 19th, 2025 #5 in tutor - May 21st, 2025 #4 in private school - May 21st, 2025 #27 in lust - May 21st, 2025 #9 in intimate - May 21st, 2025 #1 in tutor - May 22nd, 2025 #1 in intimate - May 30th, 2025 #2 in intimate - June 11th, 2025 ---------------- THIS IS MY DEBUT BOOK !!!

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞-𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫. A Sister's Curse Duet Second book: Throne Of Sinners Estella Lopez has spent her entire life protecting one person-her little sister. Her own dreams, her own future, even her freedom have always come second. She would sell her soul to the devil to protect her sister-and she did. But her sacrifice wasn't enough to save her sister from the hands of Luciano Lombardi. But while her sister falls into one devil's grasp, Estella has one waiting for her too. Her dead brother's best friend. The man who spent years watching her from the shadows, patiently pulling invisible strings, until the day he could finally slip a ring onto her finger. Some obsessions aren't born overnight. They wait. And they never let go. explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.