Final year was supposed to be simple. Graduate top of the class. Secure an elite internship. Build the future she'd planned since day one. For twenty-two-year-old Gianna Moretti, control has always come naturally. Sharp-tongued, fearless, and impossible to intimidate, she thrives under pressure and never backs down from a challenge. Then Professor Camila Vega walks into her Advanced Criminal Behaviour class. Thirty-eight, brilliant, ruthless, and dangerously unreadable, Vega is known across campus for breaking students with impossible standards and a tongue sharp enough to leave scars. She doesn't tolerate laziness, excuses... or distractions. Gianna should hate her. Instead, she can't stop watching her. What starts as academic rivalry soon becomes something far more reckless-late-night office hours, loaded stares across lecture halls, and a tension neither woman is willing to admit. But at a university built on reputation, secrets never stay buried for long. And some lines, once crossed, destroy everything.

Eight years ago, Renata Vitali disappeared without warning. No explanation, and certainly no goodbye. Amara said goodbye to her at boarding school like everything was fine and by the time she got home for winter break, Renata was just... gone. Her number? Dead. Her socials? Deleted. Like she'd never existed. Amara Morrison learned quickly not to get attached to anything that could leave. In turn, she built something else instead. Control, structure, and a career that leaves no room for loose ends. Now, she's one of the youngest rising attorneys at LA's most ruthless firm. And Renata? Renata operates in a different world entirely. The kind where power is quiet, influence is inherited, and nothing is ever as simple as it looks. They haven't spoken since they were seventeen. Until Renata walks into a Century City conference room, drops a multi-million dollar case on the table, and asks for Amara by name. Only Amara.

Sometimes, home isn't a place-it's a person. Amara Lune has built her life on movement-between jobs, between dreams, between people who never stay long enough to matter. At twenty, she knows how to survive. How to smile when she's exhausted. How to make everything look lighter than it feels. What she doesn't know... is how to let anyone see what's underneath. Isadora Laurent has spent years perfecting stillness. At forty-two, her world is controlled, structured, and carefully untouched by anything she cannot manage. Success came easily. Control came naturally. And love-love became something she learned to live without. When their worlds collide, it isn't dramatic. It isn't instant. It's quiet. A conversation that lingers a little too long. A presence that becomes difficult to ignore. A connection neither of them planned... and neither of them knows how to handle. Because Amara doesn't stay. And Isadora doesn't let people in. But somewhere between distance and closeness, between restraint and longing, something begins to shift. And for the first time in a long time- they both find themselves wondering what it might mean... to finally feel at home.

A slow-burn WLW dark romance exploring the blurred lines between power, desire, and identity. When Naomi Bennett returns from a year abroad, she's ready to start fresh - new course, new friends, new version of herself. Psychology was never part of the plan, but it's hers now... even if her parents still wish she'd studied law instead. Then comes Ms Chambers. Beautiful. Unreadable. Dangerous in ways Naomi can't quite put into words. A woman who owns every room she walks into - including the lecture hall. Naomi doesn't like her. She's too confident. Too composed. Too... something. But for someone she supposedly can't stand, Ms Chambers is increasingly hard to ignore. The tension is quiet, precise - threaded through loaded glances and careful silences. It's just in Naomi's head. Isn't it? As boundaries blur and obsession simmers beneath the surface, Naomi begins to question everything - what she wants, what she knows, and who she really is beneath the version of herself she's always performed. Because some lessons don't stay in the classroom. ⚠️ Content / Trigger Warnings: (Please avoid reading if any of the following may affect you.) Emotional manipulation Power imbalances Age gap Questioning / confusion around sexuality Gaslighting Obsessive behaviour Toxic relationships Coercion CNC Mild alcohol use / binge drinking

She doesn't say anything, but I can see that the arrow I shot was sticking. She is trying to hide the mixture of emotions but I can see them in her eyes. Shock, then hurt, then anger. Then nothing. "Now I'm fucking done," I say finally. She tilts her head to the left and then right, closing her eyes and rolling her neck back. She takes a deep breath in and starts softly laughing. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Who," she says, her voice is low, she opens her eyes and looks back at me, "the absolute fuck," she pushes off the counter and takes a slow step foward, "do you think you are talking to?" Quickly the anger starts to sizzle inside me, my heart dropping in my chest. I take a step back instinctively as she takes another slow dragged out step towards me. The regret sets in along with the fear. What was I thinking. Oh god. What did I just say to her. "I think I need to remind you, little girl, who it is that you are speaking to," she says, her voice cold and dripping with danger, taking a final step infront of me. I am looking up at her now, my breath caught in my chest, her eyes are almost black, "because you will never, ever speak to me like that again." She begins to walk around me and my head turns to follow watching her, my stomach flipping. Her hand grabs my lower face and sharply turns it forward, making me freeze. "Do not look at me," she snarls, stepping behind me, her hand slips from my face, her nails dragging across my jaw and around the back of my neck, hand slipping up through my hair. She makes a fist and pulls my head back roughly, making me gasp, frozen in her grip. I feel her breath in my ear. "We are going to have a serious conversation after this about the nature of our relationship and how we are going to navigate this going forward," her voice is suddenly soft and gentle, "however I think there is a little too much sexual tension between us we both need to get out of our system. What are your safe words, Lenora?"

💗 "Mm look at yourself baby, you look so pretty for me right now" Nova said breathlessly while going even faster as she curled her fingers in me I started to feel the pressure build in me as I got the familiar feeling in me that I was about to pee "F-Fuck Nova wait" I said leaning my hand back in attempt to slow her down Hearing people chatter outside the hall I got nervous at the thought of being caught Nova grabbed my neck leaning me against her with her fingers still in me as she guided us into a stall and locked the door "We're not stopping till you cum for me Solene" she muttered out with a look of pure lust in her eyes as she covered my mouth Fuck me -------------------------------------------------------- Solene never really goes out; it's always work and home day after day. Her friends decided to sign her up for speed dating, a romantic night for her to find her perfect person. Although apprehensive she gives it a try and comes across the most striking girl she's ever seen. Nova is a mafia leader who has it all but is simply too robotic now due to always running her mafia strictly. Her right- and left-hand man decide to take a risk and lie to her, telling her they have intel on a person but really signed her up for speed dating. What happens when she crosses eyes with Solene? will she be able to finally feel something or will it just be another card added to her deck? Do not own any copyrights! 18+ mature themes and audiences

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

She hired Dahlia to take care of her kids. Not to crawl under her skin, not to make her feel again, and most certainly not to fall in love with her. Scarlett Romano, mother of two. A woman carved from ice. Cold, powerful, ruthless, and engaged to a woman who looks perfect on paper. A decision made for the sake of legacy, image, and the future of her children. Love? That's a luxury she gave up a long time ago. But then, Dahlia shows up like a crack in her perfect foundation. She's soft where Scarlett isn't. Bright where Scarlett is guarded. Her children have learned to adore her. And Scarlett- despite herself, begins to crave her. To need her. But Dahlia? Dahlia is breaking. She's unraveling. Because she was never meant to belong here. She isn't who she claims to be. She didn't take the nanny job for the paycheck, or the kids. She took it because her father is holding her brother's life over her head. She's not a nanny, she's bait. A spy. A pawn in a game she doesn't want to play. Planted inside Scarlett's home to find weakness, to expose secrets, and burn it all from the inside out. What she didn't expect was the warmth of the children. She didn't expect them to start feeling like hers. She didn't expect Scarlett's rare, shattering softness. And she sure of hell didn't expect to fall in love with the woman she was sent to ruin. Now, Dahlia's caught between two impossible choices. Between the family she's beginning to love...and the family she's so desperate to save. And if the truth ever comes out. She won't just lose her job. It won't just break hearts. It'll ruin everything.

"They say Gabriella Montenegro can destroy a city without ever pulling the trigger herself." Anastasia only laughed and lit her cigarette. "Good," she said coldly. "I was getting bored." Born into Russia's most ruthless mafia dynasty, Anastasia Volkov spent her life fighting for power in a world that saw her as disposable. Gabriella Montenegro, Spain's infamous La Sombra, built her empire through fear, manipulation, and bodies no one ever finds. Now both want Japan. Neither plans to share it. "You flirt like a psychopath." Gabriella smiled lazily. "And you kill people when you're annoyed. We all have hobbies, princesa." Between assassination attempts, betrayals, and a growing obsession neither woman wants to admit, two rival empires are dragged into a war led by the most dangerous women alive.

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.