Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

-quick slow burn- A single mother of two, worn but resilient, has sworn off love-until she meets him. A reformed hustler with a past and a heart too big for the streets, now saving lives as an anesthesiologist. Their worlds shouldn't mix, but fate has other plans. In a city where love is a risk, will she let him in, or will her scars keep her guarded?

After losing half of her heart, Aurora has to find herself again. Amidst doing that, she finds love from her past. Be a witness to Aurora's growth and love.

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

"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 and embarrassed to be tutored. She didn't want people to think she was stupid. So she took the tutoring option and kept it well hidden. 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.

ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱɪɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ. ᴀʀɪᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪʟᴅ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ. ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ʀʏᴅᴇʀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ɴᴏ ɪɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴇꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴜʟᴇ, ɪɢɴɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ. ⟡ʀᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ #1 ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅɢɪʀʟxʙᴀᴅʙᴏʏ - 09.25⟡ ⟡ʀᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ #3 ɪɴ ꜱɪɴꜰᴜʟ - 08.25⟡ ⟡ʀᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ #2 ɪɴ ᴜɴʜᴏʟʏ - 08.25⟡ ⟡Ranked #1 in Cocky - 12.25⟡

"You gonna tell me your name?" he asked at last, his voice deep enough to crawl right under it. I shook my head. "No." Something in his expression sharpened-approval, maybe. "Good." He didn't come to me right away. He took his time, pushing off the door with deliberate slowness, each step closing the distance in steady increments. I didn't move. Couldn't. My back found the wall before he'd even touched me. He stopped just short-close enough for the heat of him to seep through the small space between us. His scent hit me first-smoke, whiskey, and something clean that didn't fit the chaos of the party outside. His head tilted slightly, studying my mouth, then my eyes, then my mouth again. His hand lifted-not to grab, not yet. Just to trace. The backs of his fingers skimmed my jaw, slow enough that I could feel every millimeter of skin they passed over. They trailed down the side of my neck, pausing in the hollow of my throat, not pressing-just resting there. "You've got that look," he murmured. "What look?" My voice was steadier than I felt. "Like you want me to ruin you." I should've laughed. Teased. Something. Instead, I held his gaze. "Maybe I do." The corner of his mouth twitched-not quite a smile, but something hungrier. Still, he didn't touch me the way I wanted him to. Instead, his knuckles dragged down my collarbone, over the bare skin just above my dress, grazing the swell of my breast without claiming it. "You sure you can handle forgetting?" he asked, his voice lower now, as if we weren't already breathing the same air. "Try me," I said. That broke something in him. His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing along my cheekbones, holding me still as his eyes searched mine like he was committing the color of them to memory. Then-finally-he kissed me.

"Or do you want Daddy to make you forget about him?" "And next time you talk about my ass, make sure I haven't caught you staring at it." "I'm sick, Trouble. I'm sick and you're the only thing that stops the shaking." "That's it. Show me how much you hate it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Leona: The forbidden target. As the guitarist's sister, she was supposed to be off-limits, but she became Draven's "Trouble" instead. Resilient but haunted, she has spent the summer tour navigating a dark, electric frequency with a man who looks at her like she's the only thing worth saving, and the only thing worth destroying. Draven: A lethal rock god with a predatory streak and a silent, unhinged obsession. He doesn't just protect; he claims. Feral, territorial, and grumpy personified, he is a man of raw rage who would gladly watch his empire burn to the ground if it meant keeping the world's hands off what is his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was supposed to be a simple summer tour. No distractions. No scandals. And definitely no touching his best friend's sister. For Draven and Leona, the "ghost" era was the only way to survive. They existed in the silence, in stolen glances and a heavy, unspoken frequency that hummed beneath the roar of sold-out stadiums. But secrets this dark can't stay hidden in the light of the paparazzi's flash. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ✨#1 in enemieswithbenefits #4 in oppositesattract #98 in seduction #40 in brothersbestfriend #11 in secretaffair #94 in secretrelationship #10 in wealthy #13 in rockstar

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked. I let her go and lifted my right knee closer to her clit, actually pressing it against her this time. Her body let out a small and sharp inhale, making me smile a bit. I'm sure she's so sensitive right now. Her body full of arousal. "You like that? You like feeling my knee against your pussy don't you?" I slowly started to move my knee around to see her reaction, and it was greater than I thought it would be. A small moan fell from her lips, making me smile as I slid my hand underneath her hips, this time encouraging her to move. "Move your hips just like that. I want to feel your pussy against my knee" I whispered to her. I can tell by the way her eyes dimmed that she had never done this before, but she was so ready to that she did exactly as I said. Her breathing got deeper as she began lifting her hips to fully meet the base of my knee, softly grinding herself against me. I hummed as I watched her, watching her literally move her hips to receive her first orgasm. The way her hips moved made my dick throb even harder, I could only imagine what she looked like if she was to ride me. She took her lip between her teeth and almost instantly I wanted to come. I was already straining myself and trying not to, but the sight of her doing that makes me almost fall apart. ˣ An Angel deprived of her sexual innocence, introduced to a new sexual experience that may turn her world upside down. A devil who enjoys depriving angels of their innocence, introducing her to a world she may never get used to. #1 Submissivefemale #1 sexualcontent #1 dominantmale #1 adultthemes #1 blackwomanwhiteman #1 manxwoman #2 Darling