"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especially with me bent over her desk with my hands held behind my back. "Oh so this..." she trailed off, suddenly running her fingers along my damp underwear, "Is all for someone else?" I drew in a deep breath, feeling the needy ache between my legs grow as she caressed her fingers back and forth against my covered core. "Anyone else," I forced out tightly. ♤ There's a delicate balance between law and order. And Milena Azhari fought ruthlessly for that balance as a defense lawyer, who is on the brink of achieving her lifelong dream... Making partner at her law firm. But she quickly gets lured off track, dipping deeper into the criminal world she once assumed she understood, until it all crumbles away from the surface. Milena's number one priority was always her family, but that quickly lands her face-to-face with her demons and the corruption that binds them. How far is she willing to go for her family? More importantly... how far is she willing to blur the lines of everything she once fought so hard for?

My legs shifted wider without thinking, fabric of my dress riding just enough to reveal more than I intended. Bianca's gaze snapped down instantly, sharp and hungry. "Now open your legs for me." I let out a soft laugh, biting my lip. "They're already open, Bianca. What, you want me to show you everything?" ⊹ She entered the house under the guise of duty, tasked with the care of innocence. Yet beneath the veneer of obligation, desire simmered, subtle and relentless. In the delicate balance between control and surrender, she discovered that longing doesn't blur boundaries, it erases them.

An art thief teams up with an unlikely ally in order to track down a bloodthirsty artist before she becomes the killer's next muse. * * * * * After serving time in a foreign prison for art theft, Kirby McKinley returns home only to be tempted by one last heist. And this time, the job is personal. But the simple heist goes awry when she pushes her luck and runs into the museum's gorgeous artist-in-residence, who is reconstructing a forensic facial sketch from a mysterious skull. Before the two can part ways, they stumble upon the rest of the body, posed as the subject in a painting Kirby knows far too well. More bodies begin to show up in twisted tableaus, entangling Kirby in a murder mystery that forces her to confront secrets that were never buried with her dead ex-girlfriend. But the forensic artist also has a few mysteries of her own and they must work together to track down the killer before Kirby becomes the muse in the final composition.

New home. New view. New obsession. Wren Parker has the perfect life: a radiant smile, a girlfriend who feels like safety, and a high-end modeling career that keeps her glowing under the right lights. She's the girl who breathes in rain, thanks strangers, and locks every dark impulse behind a flawless grin. Moving into a sleek Seattle duplex with her best-friend and girlfriend should be escape. Until she sees the studio across the yard. It stares straight into her bedroom. And inside lives Dakota Grey. Dakota is ink on skin, midnight solitude, eyes that strip without touching. A painter who uses women like brushes. Beautiful, temporary, discarded when the canvas is done. She doesn't chase. She waits. She watches. And she's already been painting Wren since the first night. One charged moment on the balcony cracks the glass between them. A few nights later, Wren leaves the curtains wide open. She poses bolder. She fucks her girlfriend with the lights on, knowing those cold eyes are drinking every arch, every gasp, every betrayal. Dakota never blinks. She never speaks. She simply watches and Wren feels it like teeth sinking slowly into her throat. Curiosity becomes hunger. Hunger becomes fixation. Dakota warns she'll ruin Wren if she gets too close. Wren steps closer anyway. But what Wren fails to realize is that her obsession with Dakota is not passion but submission, each step closer another layer stripped away, another shade of herself repainted, pulling her deeper into a dark erotic world where surrender is slow, intentional, and devastating. How long can you stare into the dark before it stares back and claims you? A slow-burn sapphic dark romance of obsession, possession, and the exquisite art of breaking someone who begs to be broken. Paint me. Ruin me. Own me.

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

THIS BOOK IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE ON AMAZON AS BOTH PAPERBACK & EBOOK! ON ALL PLATFORMS. "Please..touch me." "Have patience, baby, and you'll get what you want." She breathed, her blood red lips twisted in a sadistic smile. Her cheeks were the color of roses, her aura smelling like the sweetest flower I've picked from the ground. I stared into her ice blue eyes, the unbearable need for her swimming through my veins. "You are so sweet..fùck, I can't wait for you to be dripping on my tongue." WARNING; 18 YEARS OR OLDER TO READ! LESBIAN EROTICA!!!! VIVID SÈX SCENES!!! DONT LIKE DONT READ!!! Short chapters!!!