| 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🖊️🧡! In Cairnwall, 1972, unaware of the mobster who has been threading across the narrow line of near psychotic obsession for over a year, finally makes himself known to her. His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, frowned upon by many, and they both know this. But he doesn't care. Before her, no one was able to crack through his mask, but she smashes through it without effort-without needing to say a word. She makes his heart-something he cast aside long ago-stumble and stammer with a simple smile. Her breath catches when he glances her way, her heart burning when he pulls away, but she would rather push him away, keep their coupling hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for having the gall to be with him, but he wants to put her on his throne and make society kiss her feet. What will happen when two worlds that should not even glide past each other end up crashing?

"You're wet already, princess?" he tsked, his voice raspy. I closed my eyes, hating how much I was enjoying this. "Open them," he said, "and look at me. Then tell me that white boy can't make you feel like this." His hands moved rhythmically over my covered folds, and my back arched at the sensation. I reluctantly opened my eyes. "Please, Saint-" I started, but he slowed torturously, almost unmoving. I tried to move against him, but it was useless. "That's not my name to you, Lelani," he whispered. "Be the good girl you are and say it." I folded. I fucking folded under minimum pressure. "Liam can't make me feel like you do, Christian," I admitted needily. He smiled, genuinely smiled, before nodding. He quickly discarded my panties, pressing a kiss to my inner thighs. The cold air against my bare skin sent goosebumps across my body. Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two ☆ "Did you really think you could keep me away?" He murmurs as his hands close around my wrists, not rough, but firm enough to remind me who's in control. He lifted them above my head, and I kept my eyes on the hallway. "Two weeks no contact, that really hurt me," The grip around my wrists tightened. "You can run all you want, but I will always be right there..." His eyes dropped down my body, while his one free hand dragged down my sides before running across my ribs causing a shiver. "Ten steps ahead ready to snatch you up into the darkness until it consumes you whole" My breath was caught in my throat, I'm scared, really scared because this wasn't the guy I had hung out with. I didn't want to cry or show weakness, but he's really off right now. He leaned into me, close enough to my ear before speaking. "I knew this was coming. It's a pattern with you." I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop and that I'm scared while the tears streamed down my face. And It was simply because I didn't want him to. "I always get what I want and right now you deserve a punishment for how you talked to me," My teary eyes met his as he tilted his head and slowly shook it. "All I want right now is you bent over my lap; your bare ass up and prepared for me to play with my pussy while your head is in my lap." I tried to blink the tears away as I felt my nipples get hard just from those words and the wetness coming over my body made me feel disgusted with myself. I never wanted something more. ❝Please Killian,❞ said below a whisper, knowing exactly what I was askin

"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭" ────୨ৎ──── Estella has always been the quiet type-soft-spoken, gentle, and almost ethereal in the way she drifts through life. A freshman majoring in photography and psychology, she sees the world through a curious lens, capturing moments she's never dared to live herself. While others her age chase thrill and chaos, Estella remains untouched by it all-innocent, like a flower that's never known harsh weather. But then she meets Matthew. He's her psychology professor-stern, composed, and cloaked in mystery. There's something about him that pulls the air from the room, something in the way he carries himself that keeps people at a distance. But not Estella. From the very beginning, her quiet presence draws his eyes. There's something about her-her softness, her sincerity-that disarms him. To her, he's terrifying and magnetic. To him, she's everything he never thought he needed.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 "𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞" 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 A tale of stolen freedom, forbidden touch, and the bloodline that tore it all apart. Aroohi was just a quiet girl behind the bar, meek, untouched by the world's cruelty. Until Ivan Orlov, walked in and decided she belonged to him. Kidnapped. Forced into marriage. Thrust into a world of blood, secrets, and power plays she can barely understand. She thought he was saving her... But was he? ________________ Tropes: Kidnap & Forced Marriage Assassin x Innocent Girl Anti-Hero Possessive Obsession Touch Her and Die Forced Proximity ______________ Do not copy or repost Thank you for reading Enid 🤍

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The story of a young wife and her husband

Boris Petrova, the ruthless Don of Russia, saves Anya and her sister from a fate worse than death. But when his eyes meet Anya's, something dark stirs within him-a need, an obsession he can't ignore. His control slips, replaced by a dangerous hunger. Anya Moreno, a simple café worker, is overwhelmed by thoughts of him, unable to explain the pull she feels. The moment Boris entered her life, everything changed. Now, not just her life, but her family's, is entwined in his dangerous world. The danger isn't coming-it's already here. ~ Boris had me pinned face down on the table, my cheek pressed hard against the cold surface. His hands gripped my ass so tightly it bordered on pain-but the sting only made me wetter, made me crave him more. I had fantasized about this moment endlessly, even in my sleep, imagining every way he might punish me. The thought had consumed me, left me aching and needy, wondering if something was wrong with me for wanting it so badly. He leaned over me, his chest pressing me harder against the table, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cold surface beneath me. His breath ghosted over my ear, hot and taunting. "You want to be punished, Anya?" he asked, his voice low, rough, and commanding. I whimpered, nodding weakly, my body writhing beneath him, desperate for more of his touch. His chuckle was dark, a sound that sent another rush of heat through me. "Words," he growled, his grip tightening on my ass. "I want to hear you say it." "Yes," I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with need. "I want it. I want you to punish me." "Good girl," he whispered, his tone dripping with satisfaction. He pulled back just enough to bring his hand down hard on my ass again, the sharp smack reverberating through the room. I cried out, the sting making my hips roll back against him, seeking the friction of his cock pressed firmly against me.

❝Book 2 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series "You're so wet," he groans, grinding his hips up in tight circles that hit something devastating inside me. "Dripping all over me, baby. 𝘊𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰─you're making a mess." His pace quickens, and I match it instinctively, hips rolling, back arching. Each thrust punches a breath from my lungs. "Luciano," I whisper, rocking frenetically my hips to meet his rhythm. "We need to be quick. They're gonna come out─any second─" His dark eyes flash up at me, pupils blown wide with lust and his grip tightens under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can thrust deeper, faster. "Then be quiet. Or don't. Let them hear how their good little Paris lets me fuck her like a whore during a family gathering."❞ *** After three years apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 is finally returning to the life and love she left behind. College in New York was challenging, especially with the strain of a long-distance relationship and her father's disapproval of her love for 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, his best friend. But now, she's back, and her relationship with Luciano is stronger than ever. Their love? Unstoppable. Their passion? Absolutely scorching. Sex? Downright sinful and addictive. BDSM has become their playground, a love language Paris is quickly learning to speak fluently. But just when she thinks nothing can tear them apart, the past comes knocking. A ghost resurfaces, threatening to destroy everything they've built. As old wounds are reopened and tensions rise, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Faced with unexpected challenges, Paris begins to question everything and wonder if their love can withstand the storm. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: December 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: July 12-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬