He needed a tutor. She needed a chance. Precious took the maid job to survive. Teaching Tayo was never part of the deal. Tayo is sharp but reckless. Privileged but lonely. And he resents that the only person who actually pushes him... is the maid. Every lesson starts with textbooks. It ends with secrets they can't say out loud. With looks across the dinner table. With a line they both know they shouldn't cross. In a house full of eyes, Precious and Tayo are hiding the biggest secret. A maid. A student. A forbidden almost-love. Or maybe the only thing that's real. Author's note: Hi, I'm Zeegzah ! This is my first story.updates 2x a week. Please vote and comments 🩷 And kindly follow up 🥹

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

In the darkest corners of desire, where rules are shattered and innocence is devoured... Filthy Short Stories: Tales of Darkness and Sin🔥 Eleven wickedly forbidden tales dripping with raw, unfiltered smut. These aren't your sweet romances - these are the ones that will leave your thighs clenched, your heart racing, and your panties soaked. Imagine a naughty high school senior in a too-tight elf costume, squirming on her hot teacher's lap as "Santa" teaches her exactly what a good girl does for her Daddy during Christmas break... deep, dirty lessons that turn her into a dripping, begging mess. Picture ruthless mafia kings claiming untouched virgins in twisted bargains - trading her innocence for blood and power while they ruin her with filthy words and brutal pleasure. Stalkers who watch from the shadows, recording every moan as they finally take what's theirs. Billionaires who buy broken souls at auction, only to corrupt them even more between silk sheets and chains. Forbidden power plays, age gaps that scream wrong-but-so-fucking-right, possessive alphas who don't ask - they take, tease, and wreck until their women are addicted to the darkness. Every story is packed with explicit scenes: rough dominance, dripping wet need, dirty talk that will make you blush, taboo kinks, and explosive HEAs that still leave you craving more sin. Extremely explicit. No limits. Pure filth for those who like it dark and dripping. 18+ ONLY - Mature readers who crave the forbidden. Triggers: heavy smut, age gap, teacher/student, mafia violence, dub-con/power imbalance, stalking, virginity kink, daddy vibes, intense dominance & submission. If you like your romance filthy, wrong, and impossible to put down... dive in. Welcome to Tales of Darkness and Sin - where every page leaves you wetter and more addicted than the last. 💦

"Let me be clear, piccola - you've unlocked a side of me I didn't know I had. And if you think you can keep me up all night, pushing boundaries, I'm going to show you exactly how ruthless I can be." My pulse quickened. "What do you mean?" I whispered, trying to steady my voice. His fingers slid down my side, tracing a slow, deliberate path. "The same way I close deals without mercy, I don't hold back in here." His eyes darkened, locking onto mine with fierce intensity. "You're not fragile. So I'm betting you can take more than a little roughness." I swallowed hard, words catching in my throat. "Good." His touch grew firmer, pressing into my skin with purpose. "But don't mistake that for lack of care." He softened just enough to make my breath hitch. "I want to break you down... but I'll cherish every part of you, even when you're trembling." His thumb brushed over a sensitive spot, sending heat flooding through me. "Now tell me, amore... what do you crave? What do you want me to push you into?" My voice came out shaky but honest. "Bondage. Control. Dirty words. Pain... edging..." A slow, satisfied smile spread over his lips. "You have no idea what you just invited."

(Book 3 of the Mafia standalone series) Giovanni Romano x Anna Ivanova/Mancini Giovanni rested one arm on the steering wheel, the other lazily against the center console. He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth already threatening to curve into that infuriating smirk. "Tell me something in Russian." I looked over at him. "Why?" "Because I want to hear you speak it." I sighed dramatically before turning my gaze back to the window, pretending to think. "Fine." I let the words roll off my tongue naturally. "Ty bezumno krasiv, i eto menya strashno besit." Translation: "you are really handsome and it annoys the fuck out of me" The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds. "What does that mean?" he asked. I shrugged, keeping my face perfectly innocent. "It means..." I paused, as if translating carefully. "...you're insufferable and really annoying." "Hm." Just hm? I frowned. "That's all?" His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as a slow grin spread across his face. Then, in smooth, surprisingly fluent Russian, he leaned closer and murmured, "Spasibo, chto nazvala menya krasivym." Translation: "Thank you for calling me handsome." My entire body froze. I whipped my head toward him so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. "You- " He laughed. "I never said I didn't understand Russian, tesoro." I groaned, dragging both hands over my face. "I hate you." I murmured as heat crept into my cheeks, and I looked away before he could see it. Tropes: Single mom x Single dad Mafia Romance Forced proximity

Natalia Knight is a interior designer who lives in London, but under all that is flaws. She had to leave her drug addict baby daddy after he overdosed. She had to keep her 5 year old daughter Adriana safe from her daddy. She also imagined herself with more kids. So she decided to go to the adoption agency and have kids of her own. They gave her two twins Hailey and Brian Sawyer. What she didn't know is they would come with their dad too. Spencer Sawyer had no idea his ex girlfriend Hayley had one kid let alone two. So when he finds out he's filled with guilt. How could he let his two kids live in this world alone without their daddy. He's a lawyer trying to get his two kids back, but he had no idea how hard he would have to fight for them back. I want my kids back and I'm going to do anything to get them. I pin Natalie against the wall with a groan. She looks up into my eyes angrily. We can both fight this attraction we have for each other or we can finally give in. "Spencer." She gasps as my hand runs along her beautiful curves. "Tell me you feel it too. This attraction. This need I have for you. Not being able to get you out of my head." I press my forehead against hers. "Not being able to touch myself without the thought of you. Not being able to kiss any other woman unless it's you." I pant. "Spencer you know we can't. We can't no matter how much I want to. I hate you Spencer. I have to hate you." "Well I want to taste you." This is Book 3 of the Sawyer brother collection!!

"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. ❞ 18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the professor to mess with. She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 was hard to forget about once you meet her. 𝙃𝙚 was as closed off as he was addictive. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 was one hell of a dangerous road to go down. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening. "Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?" "Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝙊𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Does contain mature content. Read at your discretion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aurelia James gets a scholarship offer to one of the most prestigious schools in the world Royal Knight Academy. The school of the Royal and the Rich. Every year they pick 50 kids for a scholarship.She was unsure of what she wanted to do but realized maybe change was a good thing after the past two years she needed a change and maybe to heal. Her plan was to make friends, keeping up with her studies, and certainly no boyfriends. Kade Black the Richest kid in school. He is the Quarterback of the football team. Him and his 5 friends are the most popular kids in the school called the "KINGS." Him and his friends rule the school especially since one of his bestfriends dad is the headmaster of the school. He is cold, arrogant and a jerk. He doesn't do relationships so what happens when a certain blonde with green eyes comes crashing into his life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is that one in the middle?" I ask. "That's Kade Black the leader of the kings." Ravenna said and continued "he's a jerk to everyone unless your friends with him or some sort of an acquaintance but stay away from all of them." She says as she narrows her eyes at the six boys. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~