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Valentino Rodriquez Is an underworld tax collector, collecting tax from America to over the Mexican border, where she encountered, an reserved and shy Lucia. Lucia was stuck in her morbid situation, having to be with different men to survive, that where her savior Valentino came in, a woman who might be responsible or in motive to the death of Lucia parents. *********** Her hand left my wrist and went into her pocket. "How about I pay you 300 to chat with you?" she said, giving me a tight-lipped smile. Why would she want to talk to me? I have nothing to offer her but sex for money. "I can only take it for s*x. Martinez said I'm not permitted to talk to anybody." I lightly murmured. "Well, Martinez isn't your f**king daddy," she growled. I returned my focus to the garments, feeling the paper of the money strike my shoulders. "Take the money." "Just for s*x." "You aren't a pr*stitute?" I looked across at the woman. "How do you know that?" "Are you staying here against your will? Is this the case?" She asked. I shake my head. Martinez saved me. I told myself this every day: he rescued me. I would have died. What's better than being dead, living, and suffering? "Take the money and talk to me."

Omphile's new school was a minefield of unspoken power dynamics, a place where alliances shifted like sand. Relationships, those intricate webs of emotion, were a puzzle she couldn't solve. Then, she appeared. A girl with a reputation for both charm and a fierce, almost possessive, loyalty. Her presence was a challenge, a silent declaration of dominance. And she was looking at Omphile with an intensity that made her heart race. Could Omphile navigate the dangerous currents of this girl's attention, or would her fear of the unknown force her to retreat? WARNING!!WARNING! Contains adult content,not for viewers under 🔞🔞❌❌❌ #intersex #lesbian #bisexual #gay #practice #smut #girl×girl

This is a sequel to my first book, Against the playbook. Ellie Crawford has it all, fame, fortune, and a career most athletes can only dream of. As one of the NFL's top wide receivers, she's just signed with the New York Jets, securing her legacy in the sport she's dedicated her life to. Off the field, she's thriving too, her name is everywhere, her nightlife is wild, and she's in a steady, comfortable relationship. By all accounts, she's winning. Juliet Baldwin is just as successful, CEO of Baldwin Lux, a multi-billion-dollar empire that dominates the luxury industry. Ruthless, polished, and untouchable, she's spent the last few years shaping her legacy in a world where there's no room for weakness. Love? That was a distraction. One she convinced herself she left behind. It's been six years since Ellie and Juliet walked away from each other, both believing they were better off apart. But when fate pulls them back into the same city, old wounds resurface, old sparks reignite, and suddenly, the lines between past and present start to blur.

We Dare To Remember (gxg) Gab, a single mother, has spent years raising her son Levi alone, overcoming hardships and finding their footing. As life slowly improves, she decides to return to her studies-only to meet a cold, distant professor whose eyes remind her unmistakably of Levi. A story of healing, second chances, and unexpected connections. Completed.

Professor x Student "Rules are for people who still have something to lose. And tonight, Liora... I don't plan on leaving anything for you." Inside the classroom, she is the untouchable Professor Ferrera. Cold, precise, and perpetually in control. But in the shadows, she is just Liora... a woman who has finally met her match: the most arrogant, brilliant, and possessive student at Wynford Academy. It is a game of blueprints and boundaries. A slow burn that marks more than just skin, shattering the very limits they swore would never break. In a clash between logic and obsession, who falls first when the teacher is the one being taught a lesson?

~𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬~ • • • • • 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -This story is the second story to the jones series, aka My Ride Or Die #1 lesbian nov 05,2023 #1 in Booktwo

⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.