"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

Book One of the Drowning Series: "You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Ezra said, twisting the button of my jeans between his fingers. I looked up at him and swallowed. He leaned into my ear and shifted his body closer to mine. "It was... umm..." I couldn't form a thought as I watched his fingertips dance lightly over the fabric. "So, you like watching me play?" He bent down closer, whispering into my mouth. ********************************************************* Eighteen-year-old Riley Davis knows one thing about life, being a little sister sucks. Under the constant watchful eye of her older brother and his band, Riley has always had someone there to keep her out of trouble. That is until she is introduced to Ezra Miller, the new guitarist in the band. The dark-haired boy with the piercings is moody, arrogant, and knows exactly what it takes to push Riley's buttons. Riley knows she needs to stay away from him, but something about him keeps pulling her in. Is wanting someone so much worth losing everything for, including yourself? What if that person isn't who you think they are? ********************************************************* 🔥🔥🔥Drowning Series (COMPLETE):🔥🔥🔥 Drowning: Book One Resurfacing: Book Two Breathing: Book Three Swallow: Ezra's POV- In progress ⭐️⭐️⭐️Check it out⭐️⭐️⭐️ Newly Published Follow-up to Drowning Series: Breaking Jessa Series: Breaking Down: Book One Breaking In: Book Two Breaking Through: Book Three

"We both know I ruined this tight little pussy for anyone else." He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet, filthy sound that makes me cry out. He leans in, lips brushing my ear as he fucks me senseless. "No one else is ever gonna make you cum like this, Adriana. No one else is ever gonna own this pussy the way I do. And you fucking know it." - - - At an elite international boarding school, anonymity is law. The heirs of the world's most powerful criminal empires - mafia, cartels, and syndicates - attend under first names only. No last names. No identities. No exceptions. Antonio is feared for a reason. Fueled by rage and backed by power, he rules the academy through intimidation alone. Adriana is just as dangerous - stubborn, sharp-tongued, and the cousin of one of the most brutal ex-cartel enforcers alive. For three years, they've hated each other with a passion. Every conversation turns into a fight. Every glance into a challenge. And somehow, neither of them knows when to walk away. What could possibly go wrong when two of the most dangerous souls in the school are obsessed with breaking one another? In a place where secrets can kill and passion burns hotter than vengeance... everything.

[𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄] ❝Hey,❞ I breathe. My fake husband grabs my hip with a bruising, strong grip. My flesh between his fingers feels like heaven to me. I love provoking him like that. This shy, innocent guy that has no business making me feel such desire. His eyes track my body down nervously, every inch of my skin. I skim his nose slowly with my fingers, pushing his glasses up. His breath hitches. He lets out a raspy moan against my neck when I grind down on his lap through his work slacks. I want him so badly, my body flush against his hard torso. I want all of him. But it's too soon. Too rushed. I can't. - In which Love Harmon, a seductive enigma, enters an unlikely, arranged marriage with Theo Langdon, an innocent, shy analyst. - COMPLETED ✓ - Highest Rankings: [𝟏] nymph [𝟏] nerd [𝟏] goodboybadgirl [𝟏] goodboy [𝟏] nerdboy [𝟏] fakedating [𝟏] opposites [𝟏] oppositesattract [𝟏] tension [𝟏] shyboy #2 badgirlgoodboy #2 virginboy #3 naughty #3 arranged #4 temptation

"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. 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.

ABOUT: Arden Ashbourne is a college student with a secret - by day, she's the top of her engineering class. By night, she dances under neon lights to survive. Her world is sharp, hungry, and unforgiving. Elias Carrington is untouchable - a wealthy, quiet pre-law student who moves through life like nothing can touch him. Cold. Controlled. Until her. What begins as glances turns to gravity. He watches her like she's art. Touches her like prayer. Loves her like ruin. But love like this doesn't come clean. It's messy. Raw. Slow-burning and soul-consuming. She was never meant to be his salvation, but now he can't breathe without her. And when he has her - in his arms, on his face, wrapped around his heart - he doesn't hold back. This is not a story of perfection. This is a story of what it means to be wanted in your entirety - bruised, beautiful, and burning. Mature. Obsessive. Intoxicating. This is worship dressed as love. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "You," he growled, backing me into the wall just inside the loft and pressing his body hard against mine, "are the hottest, smartest fucking girl I've ever met." I was giddy, breathless, already burning. "Elias-" "Who's my smart girl?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, his hands already sliding under my shirt. My entire body lit up. The compliment. The heat in his voice. The sheer ownership threaded into that question. "I am," I gasped. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing, jaw tight. "Say it again." "I'm your smart girl," I whispered, flushed and aching. "Damn right you are." He kissed me then-hard, hungry, lips claiming mine with heat that melted straight down my spine. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, but I didn't care. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss, hips rocking against his without meaning to.

To save her family from ruin, Ally agrees herself as a maid to Dante, a cold and powerful Mafia lord her father owes a dangerous debt. What begins as a desperate sacrifice slowly turns into a tangled web of secrets, and forbidden desire-where duty clashes with a love neither of them expected. Snippet; Dante's gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. There was no staff, no house, no duties. Just us. "I mean..." He paused, taking a step closer, and this time, he didn't hesitate. His hand lifted to my face, his thumb tracing my jawline, soft and slow. "You mean everything," he said, his voice thick, rough. "And I'm done pretending that I don't feel it." I gasped, the words hitting me harder than I expected. It wasn't just the kiss now. It was the admission. The truth hanging in the air between us. His feelings-his real feelings. I didn't know what to say. Didn't know if I should say anything at all. But then, before I could even blink, his lips were on mine again. This time, there was no hesitation. No pulling back. Just him, taking what he wanted. And I couldn't stop myself from wanting it too.

A flawless ice princess and the lion-boy narcissist who wants to melt her. Rhea Caldwell was the perfect icy head girl. Cool, collected, and shaped with precision. Everything was perfect-even her life. She had the perfect grades, the carefully mapped-out future career, a circle of not-so-perfect girlfriends she chose anyway, and an academic bowl championship win on the way. But there was one thing she couldn't figure out. Her...bland sex life. Nothing excited her enough, nothing gave her that satisfaction she needed. Law school preparation overshadowed it until temptation pushed her toward an unlikely solution, one her "godlike" highschool now college academic had part in. Cameron Pierson was unbearably narcissistic. Arrogant, infuriating and angelically attractive. He never belonged in her new world, but somehow forcefully carved out a space in it anyway. And now with their friend groups mixing, he's closer than ever. She never planned to let him touch her but under the premise of one favor she does and everything shifts. ━━━━⊱❆⊰━━━━ 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 𝐄 𝐌 𝐏 𝐓 𝐌 𝐄 𝐒 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐒 ♛ 1 Teach Me, Tempt Me ❆ 2 Please Me, Tempt Me ☘︎ 3 Ruse Me, Tempt Me ━━━━⊱❆⊰━━━━ 𝐇 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 #1 narcissism #1 golden boy #1 golden girl #1 rivalry #rivals to lovers ━━━━⊱❆⊰━━━━ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 2025/09/02 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃: 2025/ 11/12

**Mature content | R18** Isabelle Winiata never thought her life would spiral. Then, her flatmates set the bathroom on fire and blamed her for it. Now she's starting over somewhere new, somewhere daunting... living with her best friend's older brother. Alex Kennedy is thirty-two. Disciplined. Controlled. Completely untouchable. Until Isabelle walks through his door. She's impulsive. He's restrained. And one night changes everything. Isabelle thinks she is alone... until Alex comes home and finds her exactly where he shouldn't. That is all it takes to blur every line between them. Top rankings <3 #4 in #love #1 in #lovestory

There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her. •••• "You know," she whispers, "Everyone would be disgusted by the things I would let you do to me." I smirk. She's made for me. "Tell me," I said, "Tell me what you would let me do." I rub my thumbs across her cheeks. She grins up at me, looking so fucking pleased with herself. "Can I show you instead?" -------- Amorette Ávila is just trying to support her family and make something of her life. She meets a man who changes her perception of all things. Augustine Eros is a dangerous man, one who kills and controls crime, and that scares her. She wants to look out for her brother, but that only leads her closer to the man she fears. However, he finds something in her he's never found before, and he's addicted. She sees through his rough facade, and her curiosity seems to drive her interest. She's an angel to him, and he thrives off of it. She is his drug, and he wants to overdose on her.