She came to destroy the empire. She didn't expect to want the woman sitting on its throne. *** Andrea Felipe has nothing left to lose. Her fiancé was murdered and the killer still breathes. So Andrea buries her real name to become Elsa Cruz, takes a job as at Vicious Red -- a luxurious flesh palace owned by the Tanaka clan. Now she pours drinks, eavesdrops and waits for a name or a throat to cut. Akemi Tanaka is no princess, despite what everyone calls her. She is far worse. When a police raid exposes a rat inside her club, Akemi responds the only way she knows how: brutally. One question. One gun. One body after another. At then end of the day, the lucky winner is Elsa, and Akemi offers a deal: Seven days to find the traitor hiding in my club. If you succeed, you walk free. If you fail, I'll paint the floor with what's left of you. Andrea accepts for one reason only: Revenge. But hatred becomes dangerous when it starts breathing like desire. Because the closer Andrea gets to Akemi, the more impossible it becomes to separate the monster from the woman. The killer from the touch she craves. The enemy from the person beginning to ruin her.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 does not believe in second chances. Not with people. Not with love. Not even with herself. Since her husband's death, she has drowned her feelings in wine and work. Same drink, same restaurant, same routine. Until one day she notices a younger woman and hires her on a whim, telling herself it is nothing more than company. 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 does not have time to fall for someone. She is too busy holding down her job, keeping her sick mother afloat while sinking herself. When she is offered the chance to become a private chef for double the pay, she takes it, telling herself it is just work. Just friendship. Nothing more. It is about how some things leave, yes. But some things stay, even when you're sure they shouldn't.

Orm Kornnaphat, a dedicated young doctor, is drowning in debt, her struggling clinic on the verge of collapse. When the infamous mafia leader Lingling Kwong-who falls in love with Orm at first glance-offers to pay it all off, the deal seems like salvation. But Orm soon realizes she's not just repaying a debt-she belongs to Lingling now. As danger lurks in the shadows of the underworld, an undeniable spark ignites between them, blurring the lines between fear, loyalty, and an irresistible, forbidden love.

Short Valentine's Day Novel : : : : A Sage Angelo and Mahira Apis story. Enemies to Unknown.... From the day Sage Angelo set foot in, Mahira father Billion Dollar Company. She vowed to make Mahira life a living hell and that include fucking her and blocking her traffic in one day. : : : "Listen to me." Angelo muttered, forcing my head towards her. "You screw yourself with me, like you did today, and you do not get paid at all." I scoffed. My fingers moved quickly, desperate to feel her body. To feel something hard and firm. She grasped my neck. I yelped. "Do you fucking understand me?" Her darkened eyes blazed through me. "It appears that you will have to make me understand in a different way, since I just do not grasp." I muttered, licking the smirk on my lips. She pulled me toward her office by the neck. Pleasure descends to my crotch.

"I finally passed by the last alley before the one my apartment was situated on, when suddently my heart stopped. My body freezed and my ears were ringing from the loud sound of the end. The smell of death, fear and blood. It all happened so soon, too soon. She was just standing there watching as the life was flowing out of the guy's body that was now laying on the cold concrete, lifeless. Her tall figure... so powerful, confident. I watched everything wide eyed and then, the world had stopped. Her head suddently turned towards me and, oh my God. I could feel those sharp, green eyes burning a hole right through my skull in the darkness. I held my breath and quickly hid behind the wall but it was too late. I was foolish. I should've ran away." ... Grace Miller, a clumsy second-year psychology student, never expected to witness a murder-or to cross paths with Amy Carnell, a cold, powerful woman who never lets anyone in. They couldn't be more different. But fate has a twisted way of pulling opposites together. What happens when light collides with shadow? Read to find out :)

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

"I need you daddy."I whispered in Scarlett's ear as i bit and sucked her neck softly. My body ached for her touch as it grew hot. I just couldn't get myself under control as I felt my hardened nipples making me grind my chest to hers as I breathed in the crook of her neck intensely trying to control my aching body. "I'm here baby." I could feel the smirk beneath her voice at my statement. I wrapped my hands around her neck swinging my leg to her other side so I can straddle her making our lower halves meet as I felt her budge against my panties. . "No daddy, I want you in here." I grinded my core against her budge making me shut my eyes as my mouth gaped feeling the thin layer soak into my juices with shotons of pleasure shooting throughout my body. Her hands grabbed my hips before pressing me down on her budge stopping my movements. "Where baby girl? Tell daddy where you want her cock to be or else I won't give you what you want." She pressed me more to her budge making my panties stink to my core. "You know daddy please, I can't take it anymore. " I whined as tears threatened to fall from my eyes from the denial of pleasure. I whimpered as tears fell down my cheeks as she stayed silent taking my answer as a no. "Tell me baby or else I won't give it to you,choose wisely love." She whispered then spread my ass cheeks making me feel how my juices rolled down to my core as her budge grew more. "Speak up baby, tell daddy where you want her cock to be railing out you out until you can't walk." She whispered then grinded my body slowly on her budge letting out a cry. "I want your cock daddy in my wet pussy." ******* Scarlet Parker is a definition of a goodness but the only difference she has is her dark heart ever since her 38 years of living on earth. She thinks she has everything until she wants something that's not possible which is turning a straight girl gay and that's Lovely Alden who happens to have a boyfriend at 27... By: my-lesbi-ass

*Lesbian smut* A painful breakup leads Ariana to a drunk and unexpected hook up. It feels like it's what she needs at the time, but things quickly take a turn for the worse when she realizes why she recognizes her one night stand. When the two of them are forced to work together, tempers flare, neither of them willing to admit to the simmering tension between them. As the line between hate and desire blurs, which one will win in the end?

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?