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"Someone tell my babymomma pick up his fucking phone"

Adrian Wolfe has it all-money, looks and London at his feet. Wild parties, fast motorcycles and a string of broken hearts are all part of the routine. He's the billionaire heir Europe's tabloids love to hate. But when his father's health takes a deadly turn, Adrian's freedom is the first thing on the chopping block. The condition? Marry Dr. Elias Hartmann.. an elite economics professor at Oxford, known for his brutal discipline and cold charm. He's also Adrian's professor and nine years older. Now, bound by a contract and buried secrets, Adrian and Elias must navigate a fake marriage, explosive chemistry, and the haunting weight of expectation. Two worlds. One marriage. No escape.

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"Tell me baby, is this who we are?" Blackbxb. 🖤

Treyvon and Kaymari have been best friends since they were kids, while they are grown now and still bestfriends they start doing things that so called bestfriends shouldn't be doing together what happens when feelings get involved ?

This book isn't for yall vanilla "freaks" consider this your warning. What follows is a bold collection of erotic one-shots. NO homophobia, NO kink shaming . AI was used as an editing and writing assistant.

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

A bunch of endless smut, sneaky links, flings, toxic & healthy love.