"You don't know how much it hurts me seeing you with him. I tell you about it, you apologize then go on with your life like nothing even happened" She frowned her eyebrows as I spoke "baby you know I care about how you feel but I can't just break up with him-" i cut her off "why not?" "I know you and I are completely different people and your dad obviously doesn't like me but we both know you don't care about what your dad says so what is it? Why won't you break up with him and be with me?" She stayed quiet and looked down, not saying anything "talk to me when you figure shit out" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -mental/physical abuse -sexual assault/harassment -abuse -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

Celeste closed the space between us, hand pressing against the tender spot she'd marked last night. I gasped. "That's mine," she whispered, fingers teasing possessively. "Every inch of your body... belongs to me." Her lips trailed my jaw, voice rough. "I want you trembling again. Want you to remember my name-every time someone even tries to look at you" Then her voice dropped, velvety and dark like smoke curling around my skin. "If I can't have you, no one can." ------------------------------------------------------- At twenty-six, Riley thought she knew what to expect from corporate life-long hours, endless revisions, and a boss who'd probably forget her name. She didn't expect Celeste Leclair. Sharp, stunning, and almost mythically untouchable, Celeste runs Leclair & Vale like a perfectly calibrated machine. She doesn't make small talk. She doesn't make mistakes. And she definitely doesn't do feelings. To Celeste, Riley is just another junior analyst. Until the day she isn't.

Jasmine is a writer with a passion and love of art like her mother before her. During a night from procrastination and sneaking into a museum, she encounters a charming woman, Carter, who is filled with romantic gestures, kind words, and makes Jasmine feel like she's on cloud nine whenever she's around her. But even the sweetest of people, have their hidden secrets and will the secrets that Carter hides, scare off Jasmine or entice her more? It only takes one night to change everything. ~🌹~ "They show more respect when you are of family. You being my girlfriend simply makes you a target of hate." She caresses my face. "But as my wife, you are admired." I quickly press the button to retrieve the elevator and when it opens I pull her in and take her lips aggressively pressing her against the wall. "Mm baby." "You have a way with words you know that."

The sight shocks her. It shocks her more than someone should shock a girl from a small conservative village, far from society. Girls are everywhere, literally. They are walking through the mess of small marble bridges and paths, holding hands and whispering to each other. They are swimming inside big pools of water, the ones that the bridges cross over, playing around or even worse, kissing. They are seated by the pools, kissing, making out, staring at the other girls and laughing --- Irene finds herself stranded on an island, looking for her lost brother, only to find a whole city only for women. When she is taken to the temple of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, everything changes. But who will she ultimately fall in love with? GxGxG BxB Polyamory LGBT Greek mythology 🥇polyamorous 🥇greekgodsandgoddesses 🥇wlwlw 🥈gxg 🥈greekgodsandgoddesses 🥈Mythical Published: 8th of August 2021 Finished: 3rd of April 2022

NAILEA LAURENT: Nailea, the owner of Laurent Enterprise, is thirty-six years old. Without any assistance from anyone other than herself, she started this business from the ground up. She is distant and cold. She doesn't accept bullshit from anyone. That is until she met her. ASPEN SORRENTINO: Aspen, a 27-year-old intern, is beginning her new position with Nailea Laurent. Aspen has always been a wild child. She is not afraid to tell it like it is, and she has a really caustic demeanor. When she eventually meets her match, what will happen? Will she give in?

New Orleans isn't just a city-it's a pulse. A rhythm. A hunger. And nobody knows that better than Arielle Washington, a tired single mother grinding just to make rent in the Desire Projects. Love left her a long time ago, replaced with diaper bags, house keys, and survival. That is, until a new housekeeping job drops her into the home-and world-of ICE the most dangerous man in the streets. ICE doesn't do mess. Doesn't do feelings. But there's something about Ari-her fire, her silence, her scars-that draws him in. And when business gets bloody and loyalties are tested, the line between protector and predator blurs. Because in the Dirty South, nothing comes clean... not even love.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." A"No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)