"Yes, Mr. Khan?" She answers innocently. "Get your ass back to this truck, right now." "You can't handle it yourself?" She asks in her professional voice, clearly around other people. "A bit tied up at the moment." "Don't bullshit me, Deanna." "I understand you're overwhelmed, Mr. Khan, but I'm sure there's a more polite way we can go about this conversation." She's killing me. "Nothing about the way I'm going to fuck you is polite, Ms. Wilmington. I thought you would understand by now that I'm not the one to play these kinds of games with," I say into the phone ______________ Deanna Wilmington didn't expect to fall in love when she joined Khan Developments and Real Estate as the Vice President of Design and Development. After spending years perfecting her craft around the world, Deanna was ready to bring her talents home and settle down. But working alongside her new boss, Harrison Khan, changes her set morals; Don't Fraternize Within The Workplace. Harrison Khan, a celebrated CEO and single father, has built an empire with his creativity and drive, along side his brothers. He's also fiercely private, shielding his young daughter from the spotlight. When sparks fly between him and Deanna, their connection grows into a love neither of them saw coming. But their happiness comes at a price. As the past comes to the present, Harrison becomes the target of malicious rumors and false allegations that threaten not only his career but their burgeoning romance. The relentless scrutiny and a particularly convincing accusation shake Deanna's faith in Harrison, forcing her to make a heart-wrenching choice: to protect herself by walking away or to stand by the man she loves. As the truth unravels, Harrison and Deanna must navigate the fragile architecture of trust and forgiveness. Will they find a way to rebuild what they've lost, or will the weight of the scandals prove too much for love to bear?

Love was never the problem. Trust was. Iris Khan doesn't do second chances. As a dedicated rugby player and top computer science student, she's built a life that doesn't rely on anyone. Especially not Christian Montas; the relentless, cocky defensive lineman who stole her heart two years ago and let her down just as fast. She thought she was over him. Thought she had buried every last feeling. She was wrong. Christian has never stopped wanting Iris. He's spent years waiting for his shot, and now, in their final year of university, he's not wasting it. This time, he's proving himself in every small way, every single day. But Iris isn't making it easy. She keeps him at arm's length, convinced that letting him back in will only end in heartbreak. Just when she starts to believe in him again, Christian's past resurfaces, forcing him to confront the one thing he swore he'd never let touch his future. And instead of leaning on Iris, he shuts her out completely. Now, the walls she had started to tear down are back up; stronger than ever. If Christian wants to win her back, he has to do more than chase her. He has to fight for her. For them. And Iris? She has to decide if she's willing to take the risk... Because in both love and (Canadian) football, you only have 3 Chances . YOU DO NOT NEED TO READ DESIGNING FOREVER TO READ THIS!

He's the mafia prince who rules every room he enters. She's the scholarship student who doesn't even know his name. Luca Russo's ego is a weapon. As heir to a ruthless empire, he commands fear and worship with a glance. Women are ornaments. Men are pawns. The world exists to bend to his will. Until he meets Amara. Sweet, soft, and buried in a library book, she spills her things at his feet. When he helps her-a king condescending to a peasant-she offers only a polite, distracted smile before walking away. She doesn't recognize him. She isn't impressed....she's just polite. He didn't want polite. For the first time in his life, Luca is seen as a variable amongstothers. And it ignites a dark, possessive fire within him. He will have her. He will make her see him. He will consume the very innocence that makes her blind to his shadow. Now, the most dangerous man in the city is obsessed with the one woman who didn't look twice. And he'll tear apart her sunny, mundane world just to prove she's always been his. Welcome to an obsession where the greatest insult was her indifference... and the only prize will be her surrender. A/N : I'm trying to make a darker and more smutty version of "The girl who didn't look". This book is also extremely vulgar.

Gemma had no use for sex or a relationship--until she gave Tre a chance. One date with him, and she's rethinking every negative thing she learned about being a woman. Soon, this gorgeous man's gentle encouragement and obvious attraction ignite her sexual confidence and heal the wounds from her past. She feels deserving. Loved. Wanted. Beautiful. Life is perfect. Until Gemma realizes her best friend, the guy she's had a crush on since she was nine, has feelings for her too--hot, sweaty, heart melting feelings. How can she choose between the man who showed her how sweet love can be, and the man who's always made her feel safe? Maybe she won't have to...

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️ ""Show me that wet pussy," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl dripping with dominance and raw lust, every word dripping with hunger. The heat in his words wrapped around me like a vise, making my skin flush and my breath hitch. I spread my legs wider, every nerve ending screaming for him. He leaned in, eyes dark and hungry, the scent of him intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, his voice rough as he whispered, "Such a good girl." I bit down hard on my trembling lips, my body aching, desperate for his touch...

Novella has been mine from the moment I laid my eyes on her. I always kept watch, biding my time, waiting for the right moment to claim her. Finding her unconscious, covered in blood on the bathroom floor of her home is where I draw the line though. Watching is over. It's time to claim her. And while I claim her, I'll hunt down the man who touched her and make him pay. He'll be the first example of what happens to anyone who touches my woman.

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝." "𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭." **** 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚, A cold-blooded, sex addict. No remorse for anything he'd done. Arrogant, rude but very intelligent, simply a total Casanova. He did it with older women, mostly prostitutes. It was a strict rule of his not to fuck anyone younger than him. But, he soon enough broke that rule once someone irresistible entered his life. He was the owner of the popular strip club named 'Green Tigers' that was filled with people who wore masks on their upper faces. He ran a huge drug business with dangerous people involved in it. It was a secret that not even his brother knew. He was a man full of evil smirks, dressed up in suits, and eyes darker and colder than a late night. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡, Filled with seductiveness, playfulness, and a strong sex appeal. Expelled from her previous school, she moves to Seattle, and meets people that connect her to the soulless Leonardo Pierce which instantly attracts her. He stared at her, and she stared at him. They were dying to fuck each other, but they both denied it and acted as if they hated each other. That changed when she entered a strip club, and bravely walked to the Third Floor, where the drug business was located. Pulled by the owner of the club, a mask on his face, she didn't know who he was, but he knew exactly who she was, and used the situation to his pleasure. ••••• Find out what happens in this story, by reading it... ⚠️Tw; contains smut, sexual and aggressive parts.

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."