"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

you gone be the death of me... but i love you

love • /ləv/ an intense feeling of deep affection.

don't read unless you like shitty books

"𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲. "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩. •𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 #𝟏•

"That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you, damn You did everything I asked of you Traveled cross country if I asked you to But I'm just bad for you I fumbled your heart"

What happens when you fall for your brother's best friend? The story of Serenity & Jabari.

Kamara William had her life lined up-business poppin', man by her side, future looking steady. But steady don't last forever, not when Keon "Slash" Sinclair step in the picture. He already got a girl, she already got a man, but the pull between 'em too strong to ignore. Keon dangerous, street deep, and used to getting what he want... and what he want is Kamara. Soon she finds herself caught between the man she promised and the one she can't stay away from. Lies get messy, love gets toxic, and the streets don't ever play fair. When obsession feels better than loyalty, somebody bound to get burned.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.