"You don't look guilty," he murmurs, stepping in close. "That's because I'm not," I whisper back. His fingers brush my jaw, too rough to be kind. "No. You're worse than guilty." "Then what am I?" He smiles, cruel and gorgeous. "Unrepentant. And I like that. I want to see what it takes to make you beg for forgiveness." I smile back, just as cruel. "You'll die waiting." ----------------------------- Four boys. One lie. No forgiveness. I lied on the stand. Not by mistake. Not under pressure. I did it on purpose, and I did it for something I wanted more than justice. A billionaire went to prison. The world moved on. I disappeared. Now I'm back. Enrolled at the same elite university his son and his best friends attend. I thought I could stay quiet. I thought if I kept my head down, the past would stay buried. I was wrong. They remember me. They know what I did. And they want revenge served cold, cruel, and up close. So they drag me into their world of power, privilege, and manipulation. They move me into their house. Watch me. Corner me. Study me like I'm just another secret to uncover. But I've kept darker things hidden than they can imagine. And the more they try to break me, the more they start to fracture. Because obsession works both ways. And none of us are walking away clean. A dark, slow-burn reverse harem where enemies blur into lovers and lies are foreplay. No MM. No forgiveness. Just control, chaos, and the girl who never planned to survive, only to win.

Destroy Me. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ "You like that?" Kit whispered. "You like it when I stroke your little clit?" I whimpered, shifting against Alistair who held me down. "Be nice, Kit," Jason said. "She's new to this." Kit just crawled up and pressed his lips to mine. "What do you say, baby? Should I be nice?" "Please..." I begged. "Please, what, princess?" "Ruin me," I begged, "destroy me." "Oh, honey," Raven leaned forward. "We've already started." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emma Rivers had noticed something odd back in October, five men who'd been following her around. but it wasn't until winter when they came out of the shadows. They played with her, teased her, left around little keepsakes... tormenting her. Kidnapping her. Five stalkers, five psychopaths... five lustful monsters. They might've been playful now, but it wouldn't have been long before the drove to destroy her.

✨Book two✨ It's not necessary to read the first book but the characters from the first book do appear in this one. ------------------------------------- Iris was kidnapped when she was twelve and her life was filled with rules that made sure she couldn't even breathe without permission but what happens when she meets Carter Garcia? Will she finally have the happily ever after every young girl dreams of? Will she be strong enough to leave her past behind and have the future she deserves or will her world go up in flames before she gets a chance to? ------------------------------------- •Tiny spoiler• Slowly turning around I was met with his chest so I lifted my head, when our eyes met I gave him an innocent smile hoping he wouldn't drag me home by my hair. Carter was holding up an umbrella keeping us from getting soaked while he stood in front of me with an emotionless expression. " I saw duckies" I breathed out chewing on my bottom lip. Pulling me closer Carter wrapped his arm around my waist keeping me in place while I placed my hands on his chest taking deep breaths. "The only one allowed to bite your lip is me, sí" he responded lowering his head. Before I could think of anything to say his lips were on mine. He instantly took control of the kiss, exploring my mouth as he pleased. -------------------------------------

"This room will hold your highest pleasure... and your deepest pain. I'm going to bring you to the edge-until you're shaking, screaming, begging with a voice you can barely use. I'll hurt you in ways that make your body rebel and crave it all at once. I'll beat you. Bruise you. Etch my ownership into your skin. Do you know why?" he asked, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. "Because I own you, Lahni. Every inch of you. Your moans, your tears, your pleasure, your pain-they all belong to me. You're my toy to break apart and rebuild how I see fit." I moaned without meaning to-my pussy pulsed, my skin flushed hot. His dominance soaked into me like heat into bone. And just like that, my will surrendered, piece by trembling piece.

"I want to fuck you." All changes started when Emily received this message. From then on, Emily would be dragged into a dream with real experience every night, and be manipulated by various fancy tricks: physiology lessons in the classroom... At first, Emily thought that Evan, the senior whom she had a crush on, would definitely not be a pervert who harassed and played with her. Until she was played badly in her dream, all kinds of evidence in reality gradually surfaced. [MATURE CONTENT🥵]

Dedication: To my girlies, whom love ruined. Here's to a perfect second chance. Blurb: My stalker is the right shades of wrong... There's something about him that traps me in his dangerous game. *** *** She's Tessa. Broke and a loner. Following the traumatic breakup with her ex, she has a deep-seated mistrust for men. She juggles multiple jobs just to get her mind off reality. And he's Jax, a bored and fucking rich asshole who sees the world as an experiment. When their paths cross, it's a normal day for Tessa. But for Jax, he's struck by her nonchalance and innocence. Her presence unlocks a dark obsession that'll consume them both.

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

To secure a high-profile merger and quiet gossip about his scandalous affairs, Damian (48) marries Elise (23), his much younger secretary. What looks like a business arrangement quickly morphs into a brutal Dom/sub marriage where Damian exerts control 24/7. Elise lives in his luxury penthouse, but she's no free woman. She's collared, trained, and punished to his exacting standards. At the office, Damian humiliates her subtly and overtly-commanding her with biting insults and punishing her with silent toys hidden in his desk drawers. Their twisted passion explodes into violent sex in the boardroom, elevators, and private office after hours.

An academy for littles and caregivers along with a varying range of subs. Set in an alternate universe where classifications are normal and pairings are the every day. Read the tags, read at your own discretion. Don't like it don't read. #1 - punishments 10/11/25 #1 - diapers 10/11/25 #1 - daddydom 11/11/25 #1 - classification 11/11/25 #1 - academy 17/11/25 #1 - nappies 17/11/25

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆." I never thought I'd sell myself to a stranger. But when desperation claws at your throat, you'll do anything to survive. To save my mother from the man who's been destroying her for years, I stepped into the shadows of an exclusive, forbidden auction. My body for a week. Enough money to finally buy our way out. I thought I could handle it. Then Ambrose Blackwell stepped into the room. Cold. Untouchable. Sinfully dangerous. He didn't just bid. He claimed. And when his dark eyes met mine, I knew - I hadn't sold my body. I'd sold my soul. Now, I wear his collar. I kneel when he commands. And every breath I take belongs to him. He's not interested in letting me go. And I'm beginning to realize...I don't want him to.