"We both know I ruined this tight little pussy for anyone else." He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet, filthy sound that makes me cry out. He leans in, lips brushing my ear as he fucks me senseless. "No one else is ever gonna make you cum like this, Adriana. No one else is ever gonna own this pussy the way I do. And you fucking know it." - - - At an elite international boarding school, anonymity is law. The heirs of the world's most powerful criminal empires - mafia, cartels, and syndicates - attend under first names only. No last names. No identities. No exceptions. Antonio is feared for a reason. Fueled by rage and backed by power, he rules the academy through intimidation alone. Adriana is just as dangerous - stubborn, sharp-tongued, and the cousin of one of the most brutal ex-cartel enforcers alive. For three years, they've hated each other with a passion. Every conversation turns into a fight. Every glance into a challenge. And somehow, neither of them knows when to walk away. What could possibly go wrong when two of the most dangerous souls in the school are obsessed with breaking one another? In a place where secrets can kill and passion burns hotter than vengeance... everything.

Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked. "It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties. "Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly. "Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded. I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped. He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?" I whimpered. "Mmm..." Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?" "Yes, Lucian," I breathed out. He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating.

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

Serenity has spent nineteen years surviving on her own. No family. No safety net. No reason to trust anyone. Then a school DNA project changes everything. Billionaire lawyer Damian Blackwood discovers he has a daughter he never knew existed, and suddenly Serenity finds herself thrown into a world of luxury, family dinners, and people who care a little too much. She doesn't want a father. She definitely doesn't want siblings. And she absolutely doesn't want to live in a giant mansion with people who keep trying to love her. Unfortunately, nobody seems interested in her opinion. Between an overprotective family, a ridiculously handsome family friend, and a past that refuses to stay buried, Serenity is about to learn that sometimes the hardest thing isn't surviving alone. It's letting people stay.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

"I think we should stick to a professional relationship, clearly this friendship isn't doing us good." "I don't think I can do that." We were in a crowded room but his soft words never failed to reach me. "Why not?" His hands clenched at his side almost like he wanted to touch me but he held himself back clenching his jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because not once did I ever see you as a friend Ellanore." "You said all you wanted was my time- what about that does not insinuate a friendship?" I questioned him. "If I clarify what I meant then it will all be over." His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Not talking to you for 4 days was torturous as is, I don't think I can do forever." There it was, that tickle in my chest. That uncomfortable and suffocating feeling that honestly scares me more than it should. I lower my gaze because one more second of me staring into those eyes might lead me to make even more mistakes than I already have. "I'm sorry for putting you through that, Alecsandr." "If you're sorry-" He took another step closer, almost scaring my feet to retreat to safer grounds. "Then stop avoiding me Ella." ------------------------------------------------------------ Ellanore Presley has her sights set on making Partner at Dane's & Partners and claiming her rightful place at her family's table. But when her client, the enigmatic and irresistibly charming Alecsandar Balenski, keeps inventing reasons to be in her presence, she finds herself in a battle of will, torn between professional ethics and the captivating pull of his intense gazes. Published: July 31 2025 Completed: November 10 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