I bent down against the cold kitchen counter, fingers brushing slowly over the smooth wood, knowing full well that Noah was watching my every move. The lace skirt I wore was fragile, whisper-thin, the kind of fabric made to look innocent. Only Noah and I knew the truth - that there was nothing beneath it. Just bare skin, soft and waiting, a secret laid out between us. I didn't look back, but I felt it - the weight of his stare pressing into me like heat. A smile curved across my lips when I heard the shuffle of a chair against the floor. Got him. His voice cut through the silence, low and rough, the kind that settled in my chest and lingered. "You've been very bad." I straightened slowly, turning just enough to meet his eyes. They burned. I let my smile widen, tilting my head like I was daring him. "What are you gonna do about it?" For a heartbeat, the air between us tightened, stretched thin, almost unbearable. He stepped forward once, then stopped, his jaw clenching as though restraint cost him more than giving in ever would. His hand brushed the edge of the counter near my hip, close enough that I felt the ghost of his touch on my skin. Then, deliberately, he pulled it back. A low chuckle slipped from his throat, dark and edged. "You don't want to know, Lila." But I did. God, I did. - Lila Grace Hale was made of lace and love, destined to marry a kind man, raise perfect children, and keep her halo spotless. But that life was only ever a dream. Because her real desire, the one rushing through her veins like fire, was for the town's worst mistake. Noah Blackwood. They call him the bad boy, but they're wrong. He's quiet, sharp, smarter than anyone gives him credit for. And the way he yearns for Lila is hotter than hell itself. But yearning is only the beginning. And a man who yearns, earns. Kae Banks © 2025

duplicitous adjective- marked by deliberate deceptiveness especially by pretending one set of feelings and acting under the influence of another Cleve University is the richest, most influential, luxurious university in the world. Getting a scholarship is rare but an accomplishment to receive, earning you bragging rights. Estrella Parker earned her scholarship despite having many responsibilities on her plate. That won't let her stop her though. Meeting many people during her journey, friends, acquaintances, and enemies. . . . . "Ren Miller." Known as the Golden Boy always having a smile on his face or wanting to lend a helping hand. Or that's what he wants to appear as. i update every Wednesday started- Feb 2 2026

"Soren, P-Please," I begged, my hand clasping around his wrist, desperate for him to thrust his finger inside me. "I love it when you beg, Amore. But we're running late." He stopped, and I definitely wanted to strangle him for making me frustrated. "I hate you," I groaned. He spun me around and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. "No, you don't," he mumbled against my lips. He pulled away from the kiss, with a small peck on my forehead, and a light smack on my ass. "Did you strap on your holster?" He asked. ♡♡♡♡ Aurora Daniels, a young exhibition coordinator finding her footing in a new country, runs into a man who had given her the best sex of her life in a one-night stand. Soren Bianchi, the ruthless leader of the Italian mafia, hasn't stopped thinking about her from the first night they spent together.

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

(Book 1) THIS STORY IS UNEDITED!! I KNOW IT'S NOT PERFECT, AND I KNOW THERE ARE A FEW PLOT HOLES. Amira absolutely loves anything that involves stepping outside of her comfort zone and exploring her sexuality. So when she meets a devilishly handsome man named Rage, she can't help but want to step inside his world and learn everything about him. His mysteriousness drew her in, but will he ever open up and let his guard down? DON'T CLICK ON THIS STORY IF YOU DON'T LIKE WOMEN SUBMITTING TO MEN!!!!! IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH BDSM, I WOULD ADVISE DOING A SIMPLE GOOGLE SEARCH BEFORE READING. ⚠️ Read at your own discretion. This book is MATURE, and it's rated 18+ for crude language, intense/EXTREME BDSM scenarios, descriptive sex scenes, some violence, BLOOD, and taboo topics ⚠️ Copyright ©️ 2022 JLB_18