❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

❃ The Rich Man and His Fire Dancer ❃ "Dance for me like the bad girl you are, Nyra." Angelo circled me, stopping in front of me and looking up and down the belly dancing outfit I had on. No man has ever been this up close to me. They were forbidden. I wanted to push him away but I enjoyed the sinful sensation of his presence near mine. It made my core drip with desire. "I dance with fire, Mr Santis, you wouldn't want to get burned." Angelo chuckled darkly, the back of his fingers stroking up the curve of my side before wrapping his hand around my back, pulling me close to his face. His minty breath fanned my face and goosebumps pricked at my skin. "Aww, bambola, you have no idea how much I am burning to have you withering under me," He whispered against my neck, lightly brushing his cushioned lips against my pulse. ❃ Angelo De Santis, the most handsome young and rich bachelor with women that surround and fall to their knees to plead like angels,begging to spend a night with him. Flirt, charmer, hypnotist. These are his traits yet one woman doesn't fall for them and he wants her. Nyra Marianacci, a beautiful woman hidden in the darkest club of Manhattan. Not a stripper. Not a ballerina yet she has obtained both qualities. Innocent yet sinful. She picks at her victims, injecting her venomous poison of temptation and feeds off of the men's desire to have her, but there's a catch. They can't. They can only see her from afar. Touching her is forbidden. When these two collide at a celebration of Angelo De Santis's victory at the club, will he indulge in her temptation or will she bend the rules to dance to his tunes?

"At least he told me what he does for a fucking living unlike someone". In a swift movement,Alex had his ring adorned fingers wrapped around her neck,making her move back from the little force he used. "I told you to watch your fucking tone". He cursed for the first time in a while and her pussy couldn't help but throb at the way he did and his hands wrapped around her neck,God,it made her think back at how he finger fucked her that day. She wanted nothing more than that and more than that. "You piss me the fuck off and make me think of ways I can make you pay for it". "How do you want me to pay for it?". She said in a sultry tone. "I'm going to fuck you hard against that glass and make you scream my name as I pound into you from behind,Everyone will know exactly what we're doing,including your date". She was officially horny,she didn't care that anyone would hear them but her sex drive was active and she wanted him to do exactly that. To fuck her hard. She wanted angry sex and she was going to get it. "Then do it". She stepped back making him release his hand from her neck. Her dress had a zip on the both sides so she unzipped it while she seductively stepped out of the dress leaving her black lace lingerie. "I'm all yours,Alex Moretti". •Zephyr is what everyone would call an ambitious beautiful lady. She is a nurse,has a house and a beautiful car,has sex with a guy only if he's officially her boyfriend. •Alexander is every woman's dream boyfriend who is the don to the Italian Mafia,every pretty lady he sets his eyes on gets on his bed and then he pays them to stay away from him. Until, She wanted the man she just met a week ago to fuck her right on the hospital bed and He wanted another taste of her just right after he got what he wanted. It all started with a DESIRE. #37 : Lustatfirstsight 2025 #12 : Lustatfirstsight 2025 #7:Lustatfirstsight 2025 #4: Nurse 2025 #51: Criminal 2025 #2 : Lustatfirstsight 2025 ©️2025 ✍️ •A

❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +

His finger trailed up my thigh ever so gently causing my pussy complete torture. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was driving me completely crazy. Just as his fingers were trying to push past my underwear my hand grabbed onto his wrist. "Don't," I warned, in a low voice making sure nobody would notice. "Watch me fuck you in front of every single person here unless Tobias stops looking at you like that." He explained. I glanced over to Tobias who was looking angrier than ever. If Tobias didn't stop looking at me not only would my husband keep to his word, someone would send a bullet through his skull. *+*+* Scarlett Salvadore was to be married to a man she hated with all her heart to increase her father's power. Aleksander Petrov was to be married to a woman he hated with all his heart to make amends with some of the Italian mafia. When the two of them meet at a club without knowing their identities they are immediately drawn to each other. What will happen when the two of them discover each other's identity? Will it grow the passion they have for each other or will their families history destroy it? *+*+* "I hope you realize that you belong to me now. In fact, you've always belonged to me, before and after the wedding ring on that finger of yours." I rolled my eyes at his words, still not forgetting the things he said to me before. "I'm just as much yours as you are mine, and don't you forget it, Aleksander." I snapped, pointing at his hard chest. "Prove it." A smirk appeared on my lips. Men in the mafia always use their wives for sex. But why can't it be the women using their husband's? *+*+* Far from a cliché Started: Thursday 26th August 2021 Finished: Monday 15th August 2022 RANKINGS: 11 in Lust 6 in Italian 1 in Strong Language 1 in explicit

|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I'm begging him to stop or continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He grunts, filling me up in one hard thrust, his hand flexing on my neck. ❝So be a good girl and see how deep I am.❞ ━━━━━━━ Lucy is the perfect example of sunshine and warmth. Rafaelle is the perfect example of gloominess and iciness. A professor and a student. Complete opposites. But it's common knowledge that opposites attract. ━━━━━━━ She traces my tattooed covered scar, a small smile on her lips. "I love this particular tattoo." Lucy compliments, lifting her head to look up at me. "That tattoo is older than you darling." ━━━━━━━ grumpy × sunshine trope has never been so good. (book three of the Blackwell series but can be read as a stand alone)

❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞ ❝You think I'm attractive?❞ ❝Fuck no!❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dangerous, wild and rebellious. Calm, cool and collected. Darya just wants one thing; to get through her senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Especially not with a secret like hers. Ethan just wants one thing; get through his senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Both of their only wish proves hard to do when they both become each other's earned arch-enemy hell-bent on making each other's lives a living hell. But when they become academic rivals and forced to be paired for a school project, they both realize they want each other as much as they hate each other. (There's a thin line between love and hate they say) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Who did this to you?" "Ethan, I-" "I know every single inch of your body and I know that scar wasn't there before so tell me who did this to you."

| 18+ | "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "You're surprisingly big for a fucking prick." I gasp, feeling full, filled to the brim with him, as I watch him bear his teeth at me in anger, his harsh emotions rolling out of him in waves. "And you're surprisingly tight for a whore." he retorts, wrapping his large hand around my throat, cutting off any response I have to his statement. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The story of the billionaire CEO and his midnight ballerina ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ When the cold CEO Mikhail Voronov craves the untouchable 'Seraphina', he doesn't expect her to play harder than he plays. Zyla, a stripper with flames in her veins, has secrets sharper than her claws. She plays a lethal game of want-teasing, vanishing, leaving him hard and hungry. But the more he demands her, the deeper she digs her claws in. Now he's addicted. Now she's the fire he can't escape. As their dangerous game of want escalates-private dances, masked threats, stolen nights-turns to obsession, the line between desire and destruction blurs. But when the shadows close in, who'll burn first? [ A short novella ]

depraved - /dɪˈpreɪvd/ - morally corrupt; wicked. "You're obsessed with me," I breathe, fingers gripping the gun harder. "it's so pathetic." "Call me a fool instead," he replies with a tilt of his head as he steps closer, the gun digging into his chest. "because I'm never letting you go." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ They say all good boys go to heaven, and bad boys bring heaven to you but they never say anything about the boys who unleash hell upon the world just for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝘝𝘖𝘞𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌: 𝘋𝘌𝘗𝘙𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘋 𝘈 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 1. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 He came for revenge. He stayed to claim her. Gabriella Ferrara is fire in silk and lace. A fortress. Untouchable. Unbothered. Zain Ibrahim is the darkness already inside her walls. For years he's watched her from the shadows. She was supposed to pay for her father's sins. One look and the plan burns. Now she's the sin he can't confess and the craving he can't kill. What starts as vengeance twists into obsession. Obsession into possession. Behind custom suits and blood-stained knuckles, Zain learns exactly how far he'll go to keep her. Because in his world, mercy doesn't exist. And Ibrahim men don't let go. Not of grudges. Not of the women they mark as theirs. In a world of blood oaths, the most dangerous vow is the one he makes to her: Mine. Touch her and you'll answer to me. Will she be his salvation... or the beautiful downfall he was born for? Tropes: Dark mafia revenge romance, kidnapping, dark enemies-to-lovers obsession, possessive MMC, lethal FMC, dangerous seduction, forced proximity, found family, betrayal, toxic heat, murder partners, mafia chaos, mafia king who falls first, falls hard, and loses what little sanity he had left, open door, 18

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."