"You can run, little bunny... but you'll only end up on your knees." Olivia King never should have taken the job. Working for Xavier Laurent-ruthless billionaire, art dealer, and predator wrapped in silk-was a mistake. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't love. He claims. And Olivia? She should run. But she won't. Because nothing feels more like home than his darkness consuming her, owning her. Then there's Liam-Xavier's enforcer, all sharp grins and barely restrained violence. The only man who sees through her. Who knows she doesn't want to escape the game- She wants to play. She loves being hunted. Being caught. Being owned. But power has a price, and when blood is spilled in her name, Olivia must decide-will she run from the monsters... or become one? A dark, filthy descent into obsession, power, and sin. A sinful, twisted billionaire romance dripping with dark fantasy, power, and submission. This is not a love story-this is an obsession. ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations! Please be aware that it is intended for mature audiences only. Not appropriate for individuals under the age of 18.

Raven, she was a man's wet dream. She ran. She fought. She killed. She saved. A runaway. Ares, A cold-blooded killer. A Don. His looks were perfected by the gods. Nico, He's quiet. A murderer. He keeps to himself, but he has a softspot for her. Roman, he gets along with everyone. ............................................................................ A/N This is not a slow burn.

"You don't look guilty," he murmurs, stepping in close. "That's because I'm not," I whisper back. His fingers brush my jaw, too rough to be kind. "No. You're worse than guilty." "Then what am I?" He smiles, cruel and gorgeous. "Unrepentant. And I like that. I want to see what it takes to make you beg for forgiveness." I smile back, just as cruel. "You'll die waiting." ----------------------------- Four boys. One lie. No forgiveness. I lied on the stand. Not by mistake. Not under pressure. I did it on purpose, and I did it for something I wanted more than justice. A billionaire went to prison. The world moved on. I disappeared. Now I'm back. Enrolled at the same elite university his son and his best friends attend. I thought I could stay quiet. I thought if I kept my head down, the past would stay buried. I was wrong. They remember me. They know what I did. And they want revenge served cold, cruel, and up close. So they drag me into their world of power, privilege, and manipulation. They move me into their house. Watch me. Corner me. Study me like I'm just another secret to uncover. But I've kept darker things hidden than they can imagine. And the more they try to break me, the more they start to fracture. Because obsession works both ways. And none of us are walking away clean. A dark, slow-burn reverse harem where enemies blur into lovers and lies are foreplay. No MM. No forgiveness. Just control, chaos, and the girl who never planned to survive, only to win.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.