Two 𝐌ask. One 𝐌ystery. And a lot of 𝐌oney... MUST READ.

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

Recurrence Spin-off! Lyric vs. The World Battling feeling left behind after her two best friends leave for college and the real world, what's her next move? Struggling to stay off the streets and getting caught up in girls, who's gonna be that voice of reason for her? The one ride or die she had all along. • • • • • A Black Queer/Lesbian Story

From the moment Cherish walked into the classroom, the air shifted. Chrissy felt it before she understood it, an unfamiliar heat crawling up her spine, a pull she couldn't look away from. Cherish wasn't just pretty; she carried herself like she knew the effect she had on people. Her voice was low and smooth, her presence heavy, almost intoxicating. Every glance lingered a second too long. Every smile felt intentional. Chrissy tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to soft lips, confident eyes, and the way Cherish's name sounded in her head. What started as curiosity quickly turned into obsession, an unspoken tension building with every shared look. This wasn't just a crush. This was desire. And it was only the beginning. 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽