⋆˙⟡♡ Elia is a recent college graduate who is moving to Sicily to further her education at the University of Palermo. Elia and her best friend find themselves in a life or death encounter at a nearby nightclub, waking up the next morning in an unfamiliar mansion. Kimbra is a mafia boss who owns the nightclub and several other businesses in the area. She doesn't accept disrespect and everyone she works with knows not to cross her. Despite her ruthless nature and supposed inability to love, a possessive Kimbra becomes drawn towards Elia immediately after bringing her home and tearing her away from danger that one night at the bar. With Kimbra's rival mafia searching for Elia, she is forced to remain under the watchful eye of Kimbra and her closest associates in their manor. How will the headstrong, smart-mouthed Elia handle being forced to live in close quarters with narcissistic Kimbra, and will her hatred remain, or will it shift into something else? **Hi everyone! This is the first thing I have ever published on WattPad (or anywhere for that matter), so please be kind! If you have advice or suggestions, feel free to comment some constructive criticism. That being said, please enjoy the story! Trigger/content warnings below <3 If there is a chapter that I feel needs a specific trigger warning, I will try to add one at the beginning. TW: - mafia/gang-related violence - mentions of human trafficking - sexual violence - interpersonal violence (slapping, punching, etc.) Content disclaimer: - oral sex (GxG) - fingering - use of toys: vibrators, strap-ons - spanking - choking and hair-pulling - bondage/blindfolding - light knife play - praise & degradation

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A few years before a historic presidential election, California Governor Barack Obama and California Senator Kamala Harris are caught in a whirlwind of near-misses and unfulfilled promises. Determined to make her his First Lady-both in love and politics-Barack races against time within the years leading up to the election to rekindle the college-era dreams they once shared. As they navigate the complexities of their careers and personal lives, they must confront the ultimate question: are they meant to be endgame or is it only a fleeting dream?

"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?

A world where you will get different versions of Our VP. Along with her gorgeous Partner Ms. Julia Rossi. Come along the way getting a whiplash.. you just may never know what you will read 🤫. This book will contain SMUT content and all other 18+/ mature content. First book was deleted and got reported 🥲 (praying I get it back.. in the meantime here's another just for you.

A collection of Kamala Harris one-shots - predominantly intersex-themed.

I gazed up into her eyes, savoring the moment of closeness. "I'd do anything for you madam president." "Stop it." She said coyly, her cheeks still tingled pink. Were the words spoken on Election Day morning to Kamala by her wife. Now laying in bed watching Kamala finally sleeping and peacefully at that, she thinks back to the campaign trail journey. This is a fictional narrative set in an entirely imagined universe. While it may reference public figures, every characterization, conversation, and event is crafted for storytelling and does not reflect real life in any way. All scenarios are invented for storytelling purposes.

A collection of one-shots that ive thought of for Kamala. angst, smut, hurt/comfort, any requests. This is a fictional narrative set in an entirely imagined universe. While it may reference public figures, every characterization, conversation, and event is crafted for storytelling and does not reflect real life in any way. All scenarios are invented for storytelling purposes.

"I am offering you a chance to criticize me." (gXg)

"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me." Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself. "Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office." The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car: "Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."