Liberty Fierro is used to living on her own terms, partying recklessly all night and doing it all over again the next day. But when one night goes horribly wrong, her mother steps in with an ultimatum: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱. Monroe Leclair's reputation as a therapist is as infamous as it is dangerous. She's calm, calculating, and hiding secrets that no one in their right mind could possibly guess. As the lines blur between healing and obsession, Liberty has to wonder if Monroe is saving her, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

"You're a brat, you know that?" "And, what about it" © Rulamufx

"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.

They never expected to see each other again after that night. What happened in that room was supposed to stay there, a fleeting secret neither of them would speak of again. But fate has other plans. A month later, they come face to face in the last place either of them imagined. (ProfessorxStudent)

"I think you're smart enough to understand how this works, Avery. Actions have consequences. Good or bad-it depends on how you behave." *** Nineteen-year-old Avery Dean has no intention of building a career. Born into wealth, with a trust fund cushioning her every whim, her internship at one of the country's top renewable energy firms is just another box to tick. But everything shifts when she meets Bianca Grant. The CEO exudes power from every detail: her words, her rules, and her silence. What starts as rebellion spirals into fixation. Avery tests limits. Bianca enforces them. And beneath their clipped conversations and veiled looks, something darker brews-something intimate, toxic, and addictively intense. As boundaries blur and submission becomes seduction, Avery finds herself tangled in a game she never agreed to play. Because in Bianca's world, nothing is ever casual, and attention always comes with a price. In a game of dominance and submission, who's really in control?

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

"Who do you belong to?" Ezmeralda demanded, her tone sharp, the question more than just a claim-it was a command. "You-" Olivia groaned, struggling to finish the sentence as her body shook violently. "I belong to El Jefa," she sputtered out desperately, her pride dissolving in the heat of the moment. She no longer cared about holding onto any sense of self; the pleasure was too overwhelming, too good to resist. "Cum, pretty girl," Ezmeralda allowed with a satisfied smile, granting Olivia the release she so desperately craved. Olivia's birthday night takes an unexpected turn when she and her best friend, Phoebe, venture out in search of an authentic Cuban experience. Tired of the typical tourist spots, Olivia persuades a reluctant Phoebe to explore a local restaurant she remembered seeing from their taxi ride. Upon stumbling on something Olivia shouldn't have seen, the girls are thrust into a nightmare, held captive by Ezmeralda, who reveals her affiliation with the Cuban cartel. She gives them a chilling ultimatum: marry into the cartel or face certain death. Olivia, desperate to protect Phoebe, tries to negotiate, offering herself in exchange for her friend's freedom. However, Ezmeralda dismisses the compromise, making it clear that in the cartel, there are no negotiations - only orders and consequences. WARNING: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH OF A CHILD SMUT VIOLENCE USE OF SUBSTANCES this is a dark romance so please do not expect it to all sunshine and rainbows. all sexual scenes are consensual and legal. 🏆 #1 Cuba 🏆 #6 gxg

Dr. Cameron O'Clare believed being the smartest girl in the room meant she was in control of her research and her life. But when Dr. Mavis Leroy, a brilliant and fiercely private expert in environmental psychology, backed her breakthrough project, everything shifted. Leroy did not just fund the work. She embedded herself into Cameron's world. The choices were no longer hers. She became the variable Cameron had not accounted for. The catalyst. Power. Intimacy. Surrender. Suddenly, Cameron was not sure what she wanted or who held the reins. Like any true catalyst, Leroy did not change herself. She changed everything around her.

Azalia Gray can feel her insides being eaten alive. She's made the mistake of falling hard and fast for someone she's destined to not have. It feels wrong to crush on somebody not only twice her age, but also the mother of the toddler she nanny's. But don't fret Azalia, you're not the only one struggling with irrepressible feelings. **This story is mature, containing lots of smut and dark aspects. Read at your own discretion**