Deception A dark romance where obsession and manipulation blur the lines between power and desire. Scarlett never expected her new job to come with a familiar face one she'd hoped to forget. The woman in the tailored blazer, cold eyes gleaming beneath the strobe lights of a Miami nightclub, now stands at the helm of Scarlett's career: Her new boss. What begins as a seemingly professional dynamic quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Beneath the surface of polite smiles and sharp instructions lies a twisted game one neither of them fully controls. As tension simmers and boundaries dissolve, Scarlett finds herself tangled in a seductive web where nothing is as it truly seems. Is it obsession... or all a deception? Scarlett is about to learn just how deadly blurred lines can become. Especially when her past comes into play

New home. New view. New obsession. Wren Parker has the perfect life: a radiant smile, a girlfriend who feels like safety, and a high-end modeling career that keeps her glowing under the right lights. She's the girl who breathes in rain, thanks strangers, and locks every dark impulse behind a flawless grin. Moving into a sleek Seattle duplex with her best-friend and girlfriend should be escape. Until she sees the studio across the yard. It stares straight into her bedroom. And inside lives Dakota Grey. Dakota is ink on skin, midnight solitude, eyes that strip without touching. A painter who uses women like brushes. Beautiful, temporary, discarded when the canvas is done. She doesn't chase. She waits. She watches. And she's already been painting Wren since the first night. One charged moment on the balcony cracks the glass between them. A few nights later, Wren leaves the curtains wide open. She poses bolder. She fucks her girlfriend with the lights on, knowing those cold eyes are drinking every arch, every gasp, every betrayal. Dakota never blinks. She never speaks. She simply watches and Wren feels it like teeth sinking slowly into her throat. Curiosity becomes hunger. Hunger becomes fixation. Dakota warns she'll ruin Wren if she gets too close. Wren steps closer anyway. But what Wren fails to realize is that her obsession with Dakota is not passion but submission, each step closer another layer stripped away, another shade of herself repainted, pulling her deeper into a dark erotic world where surrender is slow, intentional, and devastating. How long can you stare into the dark before it stares back and claims you? A slow-burn sapphic dark romance of obsession, possession, and the exquisite art of breaking someone who begs to be broken. Paint me. Ruin me. Own me.

Aurelia was once a nameless maid-obedient, quiet, invisible. But years of servitude taught her one truth: power doesn't belong to those who inherit it. It belongs to those willing to bleed for it. One night, she seized it. She slaughtered the royal family, took the crown, and made herself Queen. The only one she spared? Seraphina-the former princess, now a prisoner in her own palace. Once her mistress, now her captive. Once her dream, now her regret. But history between them runs deeper than anyone suspects. Before rebellion, before betrayal... there were glances. Secrets. Longing. And something dangerous neither of them dared name. Now, with Seraphina under house arrest and Aurelia sitting on a throne drenched in blood, their story begins again-not as ruler and servant, but as two monsters shaped by love, obsession, and the cost of freedom. Maybe she wanted the crown. Maybe she just wanted her. Maybe... she wanted both. ⚠️ Content Warning: dark romance, manipulation, obsession, murder, power imbalance, confinement > More of this chaos? I write the unhinged versions on AO3: sLilith200 🖤

[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)

Eight months after Alora's disappearance, Emery has rebuilt her life, or learned to pretend she has. But when news breaks that a dangerous prisoner has escaped, the past she's been running from begins to surface. Every clue points back to Alora, forcing Emery to confront the woman who left her behind. Love, anger, and unfinished truths collide, and this time, walking away isn't an option. ~Fatal Attraction ~Echoes of You {Sequel}

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me. "Right here," she said, her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There's only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025)

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

They used to dance side by side - Ekaterina and Floralie, best friends, inseparable. Until one betrayal turned them into rivals. Floralie did the one thing Kate could never forgive: she stole her first boyfriend. Years later, Kate makes sure they meet again. Same stage, same dream, same role - the Spring Gala. This time, she's determined to win. To shine. To make Floralie regret everything. Maybe even to take back the boy she lost. But what begins as revenge slowly turns into something else. Every step, every touch, every look brings back what she tried to bury. And what if Kate isn't who she thought she was? What if envy was never the real story between these two rivals ?

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞 is everything that she'd ever dreamed to be. Not exactly a princess like her younger self would've imagined, but, nevertheless, she had so much going for her. She was beauty and brains. As she studies in university to become a surgeon, her life remains simplistic. That is until 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 shows up. Madison doesn't just peacefully enter Ariella's life after all of their years apart- she causes a 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚. From her dangerously scented perfume to her bored gaze, she alters Ariella's life completely. Smooth skin becomes bruised with love bites, perfect hair becomes tangled with knots, and soft whispers turn desperate. The two women fight teeth and nail to make up for lost time, but it doesn't all fall into place so easily.

Sequel to Master's in Submission