CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

"Well if I don't need medical attention, why would I tell a doctor what happened?" "I'm not asking as a doctor," I clarify as I start trying to put some space between us. "Then what're you asking as?" She loosens her grip on my waist, allowing me to step back. "As someone you're trying to keep alive." "You just have to trust me, baby," She teases, a smirk growing on her face. "Stop," I say, firmly, ignoring how the pet name makes me feel. "Why?" She asks as she steps towards me and I back up. "You have a lot of questions tonight." "So do you," She counters, backing me up against my door. She rests her forearm above my head, leaning down. "If you cave, I'll tell you exactly what happened to my hands." "Cave?" I ask, feigning confusion. I know exactly what she's talking about. She only hums before her other hand drifts to the waistband of my pants. I try to control my breathing as she runs her fingers along the inside of it, almost absentmindedly. ~~~ Cyra escaped the dark world Verena calls home. She was never supposed to go back. But when her father puts a target on her back, Verena steps in and doesn't give her much of a choice. What starts as protection turns into something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous. Cyra knows she should leave. The problem is, she's not sure she wants to anymore.

Zara was both an extremely talented but also extremely cruel. Having a short temper and being different from other normal people, she had a short temper that hurt anyone that surrounded her. Didn't help that she lived under the cruel hands of her mother that she desperately wanted to impress. But no matter what she did, she never got the love nor recognition. Only pain. So, she found two people who actually cared about her. Her best friends willing to do it all and more right next to her. A family of just them. But being seen by someone continued to tug on Zara until she did something about it A few days from her 18th birthday, Zara went to get tested for a blood test to see if she had any living relatives she didn't know about. It was so fast how her entire world changed with that one thing. Now her biological family that happened to be royalty in an entire another country, will be tested against her rage and claws that she apparently has. She's a true beast in disguise. Or a survivor unwilling to trust anyone again. How fortunate, a great warrior assigned as her bodyguard came to be the one person able to keep her under control...for the most part.

Professor x Student | WLW It wasn't one moment that pulled them apart, but a quiet accumulation of almosts, of missed chances, of words that never found their way out. Nearly a year passes before Lyn and Claire see each other again. A year spent learning how to carry an absence that never truly felt like one. A year of pretending that distance could soften something that, in truth, only settled deeper under the surface. And now, standing here again, it doesn't feel like a fresh start. It feels like something unfinished asking to be answered. Not about what happened before. Not about who was right or wrong. But about what still lingers between them, and whether they're brave enough to face it this time, without turning away.

Suzuka Youtomi suffered a changeling attack as a child. Taken from her parents, she grew up around monsters and now attends an all-girls school aimed at getting monsters ready to enter human society. As a gay girl surrounded by succubi, kitsune, sirens, and other alluring monsters, Suzuka has kept her distance from her classmates for her own safety, not wanting to get caught up in their charms. The monsters have respected her wishes, giving her space. However, that all changes after a kitsune pays her a visit, wanting to betroth her daughter to Suzuka. The floodgates open and everyone with an interest in her begins making their move. Faced with so many monsters vying for her affection and under a tight time limit, Suzuka has to quickly figure out what her heart wants.

Devour Me Series #1: Delectable Obsession A Lesbian Dark Romance In the glittering shadows of Monaco's elite, she rules with a knife, a whisper, and a fork. Alexei Moreau---Michelin-starred chef, restaurateur, and seductress of the senses---doesn't just serve food. She serves pleasure. Obsession. Ruin. Every bite she prepares is designed to unravel your mind, blur your morals, and leave you begging for more. When an unsuspecting guest stumbles into her private world of culinary ecstasy and psychological control, she becomes the latest indulgence in Alexei's collection. But this isn't just a meal---it's a game of power and surrender, where consent tastes like sin, and desire becomes a weapon. How much would you sacrifice for pleasure? What part of yourself would you give away... just to feel her again? Some hungers were never meant to be satisfied. But when Alexei feeds you, you don't get full. You get addicted. If you let her feed your desires, she'll consume your soul next. One bite. That's all it takes. MOST OUTSTANDING RANKING: #1 - control #1 - lgbtfiction #1 - samesexlove #1 - sensory #1 - womensfiction #2 - manipulation #2 - lgbtlove #3 - rivalry #3 - womanpower #3 - womanxwoman

COMPLETED. She was my aunt by marriage... but behind closed doors, she looked at me like I was hers, like she owned me. When Rae's parents die in a tragic accident, her world shatters. At 20, with nowhere else to go, she's forced to live with her Uncle Anthon and his beautiful, distant wife-Elara. What starts as quiet comfort turns into something deeper... darker. Elara, cold and unreadable to most, becomes tender with Rae. Protective. Possessive. And slowly, dangerously, her touch lingers too long, her gaze too soft. Rae wants to pull away, to pretend she doesn't feel the same heat, the same ache-but Elara sees her in a way no one ever has. And once lines are crossed, there's no going back. In a house full of secrets, in a love full of risks-how far will they go to stay in each other's arms? Tagline: She should've let me go. But instead... she claimed me.

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬: "𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨." "𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩," 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩!" 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚. "𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜...." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢. "𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧. "𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥?" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙.

"I can be anything you want, my love," she mutters in my ear, her warm breath making my skin tingle and my body yearn for her to touch more of me than her gentle hug around my waist. While I do appreciate how gentle she is with me, right now I want more. I want more of her touch on my bare skin. I want her hands to explore me more than she's letting them. I know she wants more just like me, but she's holding back. "Oh, really?" I tease, wrapping her hair around one of my fingers and giving it a small tug, hoping that this will get her worked up. "Anything I want?" Alice hums, confirming her promise before peppering a few soft kisses along my neck while I consider my request. There's so much I could ask for. "Absolutely anything, my love." *** For those who never find pleasure easily, a creature who knows and can be their every desire is perfect - it's even better if the creature is the one lustful for them.

"Rayne..." Miranda said, head tilting in curiosity, "can Mommy see what you've made?" I hesitated, suddenly getting nervous. Then I nodded and stood aside. She leaned in slightly, her gaze moving slowly across the page. She didn't speak right away, and every second of silence made my stomach twist tighter. I waited for corrections. For critique. For neutrality. Instead, she straightened. "This," Miranda said calmly, "is excellent." I blinked. "It is?" "Yes." This is a spin-off to my first story Little Maid :) (Photo from pinterest/@emilynoellephoto)