"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

A shy primary school teacher, who falls in love with her student's father, learns the secrets he keeps will change her life forever. ***** Primary school teacher, Verity Rose's life is simple and straightforward. At thirty-one-years-old, and still single, she's given up on ever finding her Mr. Right. Henry Clay is a man trapped by the loss of his everything. The mother of his six-year-old daughter. The love of his life. When the pair are brought together by a lucky streak of fate (aka. Mabel, Henry's energetically loving daughter), they can't deny the connection. It's electric and awe-inspiring. Maybe a little too good to be true. As Verity falls harder than ever, Henry suddenly pulls away, causing friction between the pair. Heartbreak is hard to heal. Especially when a devastating lie unfolds that risks ruining everything. Content Warning: Strain of Love will contain sexual content, swearing and adult themes. Cover designed by Ray Gardener

Vincenzo Rossi is a single parent to a wonderful little boy. Everyone who's encounters him knows not to cross him. He's a successful ruthless businessman by day but by night he's a shadow in the dark. Leonardo Rossi - the adventurous little boy that loves to see the good in people. Harley Wilson is a art major student in her senior year. Hoping to start up her own art studio. She decides to take up being a live in nanny since she has some experience. She never knew how far gone people can get until she met Vincenzo Rossi. Mature content - you have been warned.

A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

✨Book two✨ It's not necessary to read the first book but the characters from the first book do appear in this one. ------------------------------------- Iris was kidnapped when she was twelve and her life was filled with rules that made sure she couldn't even breathe without permission but what happens when she meets Carter Garcia? Will she finally have the happily ever after every young girl dreams of? Will she be strong enough to leave her past behind and have the future she deserves or will her world go up in flames before she gets a chance to? ------------------------------------- •Tiny spoiler• Slowly turning around I was met with his chest so I lifted my head, when our eyes met I gave him an innocent smile hoping he wouldn't drag me home by my hair. Carter was holding up an umbrella keeping us from getting soaked while he stood in front of me with an emotionless expression. " I saw duckies" I breathed out chewing on my bottom lip. Pulling me closer Carter wrapped his arm around my waist keeping me in place while I placed my hands on his chest taking deep breaths. "The only one allowed to bite your lip is me, sí" he responded lowering his head. Before I could think of anything to say his lips were on mine. He instantly took control of the kiss, exploring my mouth as he pleased. -------------------------------------

[-] "He saw all the stars in the solar system in her eyes." ••••••• Delani Taylor is the type of girl who wears silk ribbons in her hair and sketches anything and everything. She's blunt and straightforward; except for when comes to her feeling about her best friend. The sweetest boy who could always make the most trouble, and always listens to one person; his best friend. August Beckham had many happy places the stars, the hidden field of flowers behind the school, but most importantly; his best friend. ••••••• "Delani, Imma cum." I grit through my teeth. It was at the point I had to close my eyes because if I continues to watch at her ride me I would cum in a matter of seconds. "Can you hold it for me? I'm almost there baby, I promise." She saids through shallow breaths. My legs start to tremor as I threw my head back against the comforter when I feel her tighten around me, "Fuck I-" I felt a tinge of embarrassment when my words turn into a whimper. "You're doing so good, August. So fucking good." She moans. ••••••• Book Two of the Beloved Series Can be my read as a stand alone. 6/16/22- 1/1/23

She dreams of owning her own bakery one day. Baking is her passion and what she considers her dream job. She was content in life, just taking things one day at a time learning new techniques and recipes every day. She didn't think life could get any better, that is, until she met him. His life was already a successful one. He was a very private man who's only goal in life was to continue making more money, building his legacy up, despite coming from old money. He was content in life and wanted for nothing, that is, until he met her. ------- "Have a nice day." I told him with a smile as I gave him the box. "Have dinner with me." He told me." Here we go... "Have a nice day." I repeated with a smile. My customer service is excellent if I do say so myself. He gave a light laugh. "I'll see you around glykiá mou." He told me and just like that he was out the door. Highest rating: #9 in Interracial ~ May 2022 #1 in Baking~ August 2022 #3 in Interracial ~ August 2022 #1 in Rich ~ October 2022 Created: Sept 2021 Published: 5/18/22 Completed: 8/26/22

"Mani, you really my peace." ❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚ Imani don't do rappers. Not when attention come before intention, and every smile hide a secret. But when a late night studio session her best friend forces her to go to, puts her in the path of Messiah James, a rising star with a quiet demeanor and a dangerous smile? She starts breakin' all her own rules. Cause sometimes, the one you run from is the one sent to heal you. And ain't nothin' louder than a man who love quiet and choose you soft. She swore she wouldn't fall. He say she ain't gotta, cause she already his.

1st In #dark 2026 May 26 "Going somewhere, sweetheart?" I spun around and ran the other direction-straight into Soren, who caught me around the waist with a laugh. "Gotcha, marshmallow." "Let GO-" He spun us, and suddenly I was facing the opposite direction, and Riven was there, and they were on either side of me, and I could feel the heat radiating off both of them like a wall. "This way," Riven said softly, his hand finding the small of my back and guiding me forward. Not grabbing. Not forcing. Just... directing. Like I didn't have a choice. Because I didn't. They herded me through the mansion like sheepdogs with a wayward lamb-Soren on my left, Riven on my right, their hands barely touching me but their presence inescapable. Every time I tried to veer off course, they closed the gap, subtle and seamless, until we reached the one room I'd been hoping to avoid. Ezren's study. The door was already open. Warm light spilled out into the dark hallway, and inside, Ezren sat behind his massive desk, his fingers steepled, his gray eyes watching me with the kind of patience that was far more terrifying than anger. Kael stood by the window, his expression unreadable. "Sit her down," Ezren said quietly. They did. Soren guided me into the leather chair across from Ezren's desk, and Riven moved to stand behind it, his hands resting on the back of the chair-on either side of my head, caging me without touching. I was surrounded. "Now," Ezren said, his voice calm and measured. "Would you like to explain why you're communicating with a boy we explicitly told you to stay away from? Or should I just check your phone myself?" "It's none of your business who I text-" "It is literally our business." He leaned forward. "You are our business, Lavana. Every person you talk to. Every place you go. Every breath you take. That is not up for debate." "That's psychotic!" "That's protection." "That's obsession."