(BWWM) For the women who crave raw, jealous, possessive sex. "My wife," he growls, his voice rough with restraint, as his lips trail down my neck. I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair, his touch burning despite the chill of his kisses. His hands grip my waist, firm and possessive, anchoring me to him. "Your wife," I whisper breathlessly, my body trembling as a shiver of pleasure ripples down my spine. He pulls back with a low groan, his eyes dark and hungry. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice tight, as if holding back is its own torment. I tug him closer, my nails grazing his scalp. "Just be gentle," I plead, my voice heavy with need. His gaze searches mine, a storm of hesitation and desire. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I breathe, my resolve unwavering. The moment the word leaves my lips, he's on me. His mouth crashes into mine, the kiss hot and consuming, as if he's starved for me. His hands slide up to my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist as he lifts me with ease. I gasp into his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist, feeling his hard dick press against me. Pinned against the wall, he grinds against me, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through me. My nails rake down his back as his lips claim mine over and over, his body pressed so close there's no space left between us. ~ Eden has always been a pawn in her father's game, and now she's forced into a marriage with the vampire prince of Trazethen. Her mission: Deliver the heart of Trazethen, destroy Trazethen from the inside out, saving those she loves. But the closer Eden gets to the prince, the more blurred the lines between enemy and ally become. As secrets unfold, the man she was taught to hate may not be the monster she imagined. In a world of power, desire, and betrayal, Eden must decide what she's willing to sacrifice when everything she's ever known is at risk. #9 in enemies to lovers #6 in mythical

No one dared to defy the king, not even his brother, the prince. Alistair vowed to protect the kingdom and the king. It was his duty after all, the sole reason for his existence. However, his life turns upside down, all thanks to a maid. Eris sparks his interest, and when she nearly gets taken by a pack of werewolves, she opens the door to rumors, questions, secrets, even his hidden feelings. As if his struggles weren't enough, the king gives her away to a man who claims her as his own. Alistair's mask cracks and crumbles, eventually slipping off. The side of him he's kept hidden now threatens to emerge. How dare the king give away what was his first? [Update each Friday at 10:00 AM CET]

Love. As 'beautiful' as love can be it hurts and bleeds. If you're unlucky you may even love the very person you know you can't have. The best friend, The distant boyfriend, The sisters friend, The brothers friend, The ex best friend, Love isn't always given back the way you gave it. Leaving you with half a heart as the person you gave your half too never gave you their half back. But what if someone else has another half to make yours whole again?

In the Realm of Divinia, there are two kingdoms- that of the faeries, the Sallow Kingdom, and that of the vampires- the Nightingale Dominion. Faeries and vampires have been at war since the beginning of time, and hostility continues to run rampant between the two nations. When Dorian Nightingale, the vampire crown prince, is accused of killing a member of the Sallow royal family, war is imminent. He's forced to accept the help of his mortal enemy, faerie heiress Ainsley Sallow, to prove his innocence and prevent the total damnation of both their worlds.

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

He watches. He waits. He chooses. Lorenzo De Rossi-Il Falco. A man who controls everything-his empire, his enemies... and the city that fears his name. Until her. Mia was never meant to be part of his world. Brilliant. Guarded. Far too observant for her own good-seeing the cracks in a man no one dares question. What begins as a moment... becomes something far more dangerous. An obsession. And in Lorenzo's world, obsession isn't a weakness. It's a liability. Pulled into a life built on power, loyalty, and blood, Mia is forced to navigate a man who doesn't ask-he decides. A man who watches her like claiming her is inevitable. But Mia isn't something to be owned. And Lorenzo isn't a man who lets go. When secrets unravel and war threatens everything he's built, one truth becomes clear: Loving her might cost him his empire. But losing her? Isn't an option.

What happens when two people who take care of everyone finally get taken care of? Zara Mitchel talks with her hands, laughs with her whole chest, and walks into a room like she owns the light. She has spent years being the dependable one, the oldest daughter, the problem-solver, the woman everyone calls when something goes wrong. Between building her career in New York's fashion industry and carrying the weight of her family's expectations, she doesn't have time for distractions, especially not a charming hockey player with observant eyes and a touch that makes her forget her own rules. Connor Whitfield prefers quiet to crowds and actions to words. As a professional hockey player, he's used to pressure, responsibility, and putting everyone else's needs before his own. Then Zara crashes into his life, all confidence, warmth, and sharp insight, and suddenly she's the only person he can't stop thinking about. They collide by accident and become something neither of them planned and both of them crave. The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore what's growing between them. What begins as friendship turns into longing, stolen moments, and a connection neither of them expected; and in the soft glow of New York nights, control slips first... then clothes... then every rule they swore they'd keep. How long can two people who are already acting like they love each other pretend they don't? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

Omertà-the Mafia's sacred code of silence. No talking to cops. No betraying the family. No mercy for those who break it. Lorenzo "Enzo" Moretti lives by it. As the ruthless don of Chicago's most powerful Italian syndicate, he's built an empire on blood, loyalty, and unbreakable rules. Until Aaliyah Brooks. One glance at her soft curves, warm brown skin, and innocent smile shatters his control. She's light in his world of shadows-sweet, trusting, untouched by violence. He should stay away. Instead, he claims her. Obsesses over her. Vows to protect her at any cost. But in Enzo's world, love comes with secrets. And when danger targets what's his, he'll enforce omertà the only way he knows how: silently, brutally, without her ever knowing the bodies he buries to keep her safe. She's his salvation. He's her damnation. And once she's his, there's no escaping the don who broke his own code for her. A/N : This book has a lot of smut (they do it almost all the time) 🥲 and this book has a brand new story line

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝟣 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓛𝓔𝓢𝓢𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈🐆🤍 **** Serena Monroe has never had the luxury of falling apart. Scholarship student. Overworked. One bill away from losing everything she's fought to build. Survival has always been the only plan. Asking for help was never an option-not from a world that never offered her any. Then she meets Dante Bianchi. Heir to an Italian dynasty built on power, reputation, and quiet violence. The kind of man who walks into a room and everyone else remembers their place. He offers her a deal. Simple. Temporary. Nothing real. But Dante Bianchi doesn't lose control. And Serena Monroe was never meant to be controlled. She challenges him. He studies her. And somewhere between lies, power, and a contract neither of them fully trusts they stopped pretending. Because money can buy loyalty. It can buy silence. It can buy almost anything. But it can't buy Serena Monroe. And Dante Bianchi has never wanted something he couldn't have... until her.