Anna didn't move to New York with a plan. She only had charm, too much optimism, and a knack for getting fired. After a streak of disastrous jobs, she stumbles into a position as Sabrina's assistant. Sabrina has built her company on precision and control; Anna can barely keep her plants alive. They're complete opposites, but in the city that never sleeps, even the wrong match can turn into something right.

Anna Shumate, a fiercely talented MotoGP racer with a tragic past, pushes herself to the limit on and off the track. Haunted by the loss of her mother and shaped by her demanding father, she thrives on speed, competition, and control-but avoids emotional attachments, keeping relationships superficial. As she navigates the high-stakes world of professional racing alongside her teammate Emma Brooks. A new presence enters the paddock: Sabrina Quesada, a beautiful, smart, and caring MotoGP photographer, whose warmth and insight captivate Anna in ways she never expected. Flirtatious, bold, and endlessly competitive, Anna is determined to dominate the season-but as Sabrina's presence begins to stir feelings she's long suppressed, Anna must decide whether she can risk opening her heart without crashing.

"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.

"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

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.

BDSM 18+ "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢. 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴. "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. "𝘐-𝘐..." "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬, "𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯?" 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. Two obsessions. One girl.

𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. Written By: Tzipora Rosen Edited By: Leah C Benton

𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖; 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ "what are you doing?" "counting your freckles. i think i'm in love with number 16" - "you're staring again" "can you blame me? look at you" - "what are you thinking about?" "how lucky i am." "lucky? to be stuck with me?" "no. to be loved by you." - "can we stay like this forever?" "forever is a long time" "that's why i asked" ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ 🥇#1 in lesbian 🥇#1 in imagines 🥈#2 in eilish 🏅#4 in girlfriend

"ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ" ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ, ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ." - ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ, ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ; ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ. ᴀ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪꜱʜ ꜰᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄ.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 --𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 @𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 . --𝐎𝐑 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨. 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟐/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟒 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟓/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟓