" you smell divine " Professor Carson grunted spreading my folds , looking at the work he was doing " look at you, all swollen ,uncomfortable ,neddy and wet because of me hmmm" he taunted , bending down to pass his tongue through my folds illiciting a sharp moan from me. " Please " l whimpered and honestly it was the only word in my vocabulary write now. Two people, A forbidden relationship. It's all fair in love and war especially but when relationship that begins with very much hate and then wheels turn what happens when two people find themselves in a place they are both not supposed to be and share Kiss that was supposed to mean nothing but turns into something when both parties can't seem to forget how the other felt when their lips connected. Lavender a student and Carson a professor will they manage to fight the attraction or will they give into what their heart desires and risk everything they have worked for.

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

Looking straight in my eyes he said "I didn't like the way he was staring at you." I bit my lips "And how was he staring at me?" Leaning towards me he replied "Like he wanted to fuck you. I won't allow anyone looking at my wife in such a way. You are mine and fucking you is mine and only mine to do." For the first time I felt it... I felt that I belong to him. I am his. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rafael Martinez || Hazel Cameron Two totally different people... complete opposite to each other. She is selfless. He is selfish. A marriage deal, she agreed because she loved her brother and he signed because he wanted revenge from the person who killed the girl he once loved. There is no love in this marriage, he was forced on her but she accepted him. She was his only way to get revenge.

"Ellis-" I squeak, heat radiating from my cheeks as he bends me over the back of his pristine couch. It's way too late at night, and I'm praying Beth doesn't wake up to find us here. Her best friend and her estranged father. "You wanna avoid me in my own house after weeks of begging to ride my cock and stay tied up in my bed? Fine." His lips fan slightly warm air across the back of my neck while his calloused hands firmly reclaim what I've been purposely withholding. My waist, my ass, pulling up my skirt. "Tell me how you'd like to be punished, Darling. Beg. If you're lucky, I won't ignore your request like you've ignored me." ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ Is your best friend asking you to move to Boston for the summer so she can reconnect with her estranged, ex-military sniper father? When you get there, is her father six-foot-five and deliciously aged? Is he all broad muscle and sweaty morning jogs? Does he make edits in the margins of your first draft manuscript... about BDSM? If you answered yes, you may be Darling Fields. ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ #1 in #lanadelrey 12/24/2025 #1 in #author 1/6/2025

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

"What colour of panties are you wearing?" "Excuse me?" She countered "I won't repeat the question again" "Red. They're red" she swallowed "Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me" "Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material" she faltered. "They're yours. I want it simply because they're yours. You're aroused. So they're wet. They're going to be soaked with your juices. The very essence of you. I'm going to sniff it, lick it, all the while imagining that it's you, torturing myself until Saturday. The day I fuck you" ~♦||•♦•||♦~ In this erotic romance, Raven Edens is forced to accept an offer, to save her family's life. She's been a good girl her whole life, always took responsibility, always did what was right. Until the day she finds out, her father sold her family to the devil. literally. And she's the one who has to pay. These men were rich, ruthless, and fucking dangerous. If they wanted, they could make her entire family disappear from the face of the Earth. And to pay off her family's debts, she must give herself to the master, for 7 days, for he and the whole bloody organization to do whatever they wanted with her. seemed a small price to pay, for the billions her father owed right? but does she come out of this, the same? 7 days of the utimate sins. carnality was welcomed. Nothing was shunned out. Every fantasy, every desire was fed, explored, and she was the meal. RAVEN EDENS: "7 days of the utmost sins. I'm terrified! I'm surrendering to the unknown. I've never done that before. I exist on control. And to unleash that to someone else, is devastating. I'm afraid my body's going to shatter, or war and say it has needs. I'm afraid I can't keep my body in a tight leash, and under control, after this. One thing's sure though. I'm never going to remain the same again. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! & EXPLICIT SEX SCENES! (Also, there may be lots of swearing, sexual coercion & public sexual displays!)

"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are." "I'm a good girl?" I whispered. He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" My eyes glistened with his reflection. "I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll be mean about it." "How can you prove it to me...?" I asked him. He smirked. "Ahh, you're too innocent for your own good. Do you even recognize what I'm doing right now?" My eyes glittered. He smiled wickedly. "This." I gasped when something slid into a spot that had been left cold for years, catching the comforter to try to hold something as he started torturing me. "What did I say?" he responded, smiling up as I tried to breathe. "What did I say?" "Take it like a good girl," I responded. "Are you a good girl?" he asked me. I nodded numbly, trying to keep my composure. His eyes darkened with mischief. "Then prove it." When a girl who's secretly naughty meets a boy who's outwardly bad. And he knows what she does every night before bed. A somewhat slow burn mafia romance where a girl meets a mysterious savior who stands outside her window, covered in shadows. He vowed to protect her from the serial killer who'd been killing everyone she loved, and he didn't care how nervous she was around him. They belonged together. When a secret submissive meets her dominant soulmate. Things start to unfold. (Obsession is part of the Mafia Realm, but is not part of a series)

All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

I shouldn't want him. He shouldn't want me. But boundaries blur when power, control, and desire collide. "I-I shouldn't be attracted t-to you," I whisper, my back hitting the wall. He moves closer-slow, deliberate-until there's nowhere left for me to go. His tattooed arms cage me in, palms pressing against the wall on either side of my head. His scent wraps around me, dark and intoxicating. His breath grazes my cheek, sending heat straight through my spine. "And I shouldn't want to fuck you," he murmurs against my ear, voice low and unrestrained, "but yet I do." ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This book is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. This story contains: Age gap Consensual BD/SM themes Power dynamics Nudity Sexual content Violence Profanity Mature themes

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.