"Well, Mia...come here," She ordered, tilting her head as she spoke to me. Mindlessly, I took a few steps towards her and then stopped, deciding that we were close enough. She took one large step towards me, almost completely closing the gap between us as she towered over me in her heels. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer, so our fronts were now pressed together. She leaned down to my ear and asked, "Do you want me to take care of you or not?" "Yes," I whispered, and with that she leaned down to press our lips together, kissing me as her tongue slipped past my lips. My arms moved around her neck as I pulled her further down into me, deepening the kiss. She moved me until my back was pressed up against the sink. *** Mia is entering her last year of school when she hooks up with a stranger one fateful evening, who ends up being involved in her life in more ways than one. When Mia discovers the stranger is now her teacher, it sparks a clandestine relationship filled with unspoken desires and moral complexities. They end up in a complicated entanglement because they can't stay away from each other despite the odds being stacked against them. (Teacher x Student) (GxG)

"I mean come on! I need to get you a birthday present but now that i found out so late, it's not gonna be anything amazing." "Pretty thing, all i need for my birthday is you." I cupped the side of her waist, pulling myself closer to her for a peck. "And this bed to fuck you on." I added in, her expression immediately switching to disbelief. - - - You'd never expect to fall in love with your kidnapper but that's what happened to Bella as she was kept hostage by one of the mafia members. Do you think their hearts will connect or will the mafia member, Ophelia, deny her feelings and live on with her dangerous life alone? Find out!

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

A Dark Themed Mafia Romance Clementine An English teacher is a thief, she stole one hundred thousand dollars from Nikolia Ivanov and now she wants something and that's not money...She wants her to her little plaything. : : "Bishop and Omir. They are like brothers; they would never take from me." As she leaned on the sofa, her legs extended, demonstrating how massive she was and how much she was going to fuck me up with that pistol, which she carried like a toy in her hands. "You are the only person in this town who is stupid enough to steal from me." "Wait! Wait!" Wait!" I panicked, clutching her hard-stone arm. "Just what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to fuck you for my money." She inhaled deeply and quietly. It then flows out her nose and hits my face; by this point, my heart was pounding, and I was relieved to know she was still with me. If I live, I will never consume fatty foods.

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] I met two gorgeous dominate women. What a shame it was under terrible circumstances.

Ms. Smith She's law. She's order. And she's completely off-limits. Angela Colin wasn't supposed to fall for her professor. Especially not her Valentina Smith, the strict, elegant woman every student fears. But the more Smith tries to ignore her, the more Angela pushes back. Sharp-tongued, fearless, and dangerously clever, Angela refuses to be just another name on the list. What begins as tension becomes obsession. One stolen moment in the dark changes everything-and Smith's rules start to unravel. But in a world where reputation means everything, love may be the most dangerous crime of all.

"Don't forget who had you on your knees, Zinovia," Sevan said, taking a long sip of her drink. Which I promptly snatched from her hand as soon as she lowered the glass from her mouth. "Don't forget all the power I held too," I said to her, not once glancing away from her darkened stare, "The mess I made of you milaya..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I openly analyzed her face, "It was pathetic really." Sevan smiled almost sadistically in response, "The mess you made of me?" she repeated the words in full amusement, "I'm still standing. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" ⋙⋙⋙⋙⋘⋘⋘ Power isn't just taken, it's earned, and Zinovia Kozlov is ready to claim what's hers. After her father's death, Zinovia steps up to lead the Russian mafia as its most feared and adored princess. But she's soon pulled into the dark world of Sevan Cortez, the woman who commands the entire mafia underworld. What starts as a power struggle between them quickly spirals into a twisted game of sex, manipulation, and deceit. But even Zinovia knows... You can't ruin, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.

"I don't fuck girls who can't listen," she carefully whispered, pulling back to gauge my narrowed reaction before she continued, "Maybe be a good girl next time." And just like that she went to pull away. Well, that was before I wrapped my toned legs around her torso and roughly pulled her back into me. Again, I hate being told no. ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ After getting involved with Noa Vitali, a mafia boss to whom her older brother was an underboss to, Lunden Spade finds herself striking up an explicit deal, piquing both of their interests. Will Lunden find her limits being pushed entirely too far for her liking? And more importantly... Will she like it?

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...