Azalia Gray can feel her insides being eaten alive. She's made the mistake of falling hard and fast for someone she's destined to not have. It feels wrong to crush on somebody not only twice her age, but also the mother of the toddler she nanny's. But don't fret Azalia, you're not the only one struggling with irrepressible feelings. **This story is mature, containing lots of smut and dark aspects. Read at your own discretion**

Amora. Evelyn. One night changes everything. Desires grow. Obsession builds. And neither of them are ready for what's about to be unveiled. ...

UNDER CONSTRUCTION! This book is being edited some chapters may not make sense right now but I also don't want to delete this version so please look past time jumps and spelling right now! Was #1 in -Onenightstand -Gaypride -reckless -pills -wattpadpride ■■■ SMUT, 18+ ■■■ ♡Kitten Series♡ 1○ Kitten 2○ Mistress 3○ Tipsy 4○ Controlled 5○ Waves 6● Time-laps 7○ Motions 8○ Conditions 9○ Consequences "Um," I mumbled as she sucked on my neck no doubt leaving a hickey. "I want to have sex with you." "No Dolly." She breathed down my neck, her British accent was such a turn on. "Please," I beg. "Miss Spencer, I told you I wouldn't." "But please I want to have sex with you. Please?" She ran her hand down over my body and hooked her thumb in the waistband of my pants. "Don't beg, you don't know how badly I want you." □□□ THIS STORY IS BEING EDITED, THE SPELLING IS HORRIBLE BECAUSE THIS WAS WRITTEN AGES AGO.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

"I can be anything you want, my love," she mutters in my ear, her warm breath making my skin tingle and my body yearn for her to touch more of me than her gentle hug around my waist. While I do appreciate how gentle she is with me, right now I want more. I want more of her touch on my bare skin. I want her hands to explore me more than she's letting them. I know she wants more just like me, but she's holding back. "Oh, really?" I tease, wrapping her hair around one of my fingers and giving it a small tug, hoping that this will get her worked up. "Anything I want?" Alice hums, confirming her promise before peppering a few soft kisses along my neck while I consider my request. There's so much I could ask for. "Absolutely anything, my love." *** For those who never find pleasure easily, a creature who knows and can be their every desire is perfect - it's even better if the creature is the one lustful for them.

You.gave.me.a.fucking.hickey??!what are you, twelve?" I yell at her because it's a huge one and not even enough make up can hide it because of my brown skin. "Yell at me again and i will give you a reason to scream,"she says lifting my chin up unphased and I'm not sure if it's a threat or a promise. "And that's to let people know that you're mine,Sweets. Now do you want me to zip your dress up or not?" She asks glaring back. Two pollar opposites of almost everything make a deal to get what they both want and go their separate ways, but what happens when they start to break each other's walls? Please vote and comment!! :)

Stephanie Walker is eighteen, moving across the country from Los Angeles to New York to begin her dream: law school at NYU. A new city, a new home, new friends, new everything. She's excited, but sleepless nights, old wounds, and quiet struggles follow her everywhere. She wants to live like any other college student, to blend in, to feel normal, but life hasn't been simple, and surviving on her own is harder than she expected. Every late night, every study session, every solitary drive home reminds her that life doesn't come with easy answers. Some nights, she leans on quiet habits she'd never tell anyone about, just to make it to morning. Elena Shay is thirty-two, NYU's Dean and a respected law professor. Her life is built on control, precision, and endless responsibility. At work, she's commanding, elegant, untouchable. Outside it, she's soft, warm, and human, but never careless. Elena doesn't date casually; she doesn't waste time or energy on anything that isn't worth it. She's deliberate, certain, and careful... Until Stephanie. Stephanie isn't just another student. She's sharp, captivating, and unafraid to be herself in a way that draws Elena in deeper than it should. Suddenly, the carefully maintained line between professional and personal life begins to blur. The rules, the expectations, the life Elena's worked so hard to control all scream that nothing between them can ever happen. And yet, the pull becomes impossible to ignore. As their worlds collide, Stephanie discovers a side of life she's never dared to touch: warmth, comfort, attention, and desire from someone who sees her fully, not as a girl with a "rough" childhood, but as a woman. Together, Elena and Stephanie fall into chaos, vulnerability, and longing they didn't know they were missing. Every glance, every touch, and every moment carries risk. Risk of exposure, of judgment, of everything crashing down, all shaped by the choices resting in their hands.

Eleanor has had a rough life but she seems to always Find the good in the world. Her family and friends mean the world to her and she would never do anything thing to hurt them but she can't deny her feelings for Venessa the "mystery women" that shows up in her life. Venessa is closed off and is very intimidated to others but once you get past the walls she is as sweet as can be. She just moved in across the street from her old friend house. But little does she know her old friend's daughter the girl That has been on her mind for weeks now. Will Eleanor be able to brake the walls and also not let her family see what is happening between them? And will Venessa allow her to see the really her, or will she push her away like she dose with every one else?? But Eleanor isn't just anyone is she ? Wlw,slow burn,forbidden,witty, romance ❤️‍🩹💐💋 #1 in learning #3 Jessicachastain #5 in ice queen #6 in hotties #10 in growth #19 in girlfriend

Milena gave up college to take care of her family's coffee shop after her father's accident. But when bills pile up and hope runs thin, she turns to underground boxing - dangerous, illegal, and the only thing paying enough to keep them afloat. Across the street from the café sits a towering company run by Viviana Romano- a powerful, cold CEO who secretly owns the ring milena fights in. When Vivianna hears about a new fighter causing a stir, she doesn't expect the stubborn girl from the café. Milena doesn't care who Viviana is - all she sees is a woman who plays safe and never gets her hands dirty. They argue. They clash. But something keeps pulling them back together.

Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?