Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked. "It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties. "Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly. "Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded. I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped. He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?" I whimpered. "Mmm..." Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?" "Yes, Lucian," I breathed out. He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.

When high-powered accountant Zena crashes into a mysterious stranger in her sleepy hometown coffee shop, she doesn't expect the spill to ignite a wildfire. Denver (infamous nepo baby, and something far more dangerous than human) has been watching her curves with predatory hunger. One steamy invitation to his newly renovated mountain mansion later, Zena's vacation plans dissolve in a blur of raw, filthy sex, possessive bites, and a secret she's only beginning to taste. Small Town Heat is now available on Kindle unlimited

She was a devoted wife. A brilliant doctor. A woman who believed she understood her own boundaries. Then her husband's secret gambling debt drags them into the orbit of the city's most feared mafia don-and nothing is hers anymore. Taken from their home in the dead of night, she's forced to save a man who lives on violence and power. He's ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Every look lingers too long. Every accidental touch ignites something dangerous. Every low, controlled word chips away at her resolve. She tells herself she's loyal. Married. Moral. But obsession doesn't care about vows. Late-night treatments blur into intimate confessions. Professional distance erodes into stolen moments. What begins as duty becomes temptation, then craving-an ache she can't silence and a man she can't escape. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a liability, surrendering could cost her everything she's built. Or it could be the only thing that makes her feel alive.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included*

Clementine never wanted to be touched by darkness until it saved her. After her father's death, she lived in silence. Grief was her only companion. She didn't chase danger. She avoided it. So when Nero Valentino-ruthless, feared, and untouchable-stepped into her life, she did what any sane girl would do. She ran. She feared him. But fear has a way of turning into fascination. Nero wasn't gentle. He wasn't kind. But when he tore her from the hands of death, Clementine saw something behind the violence. Something raw. Something broken. And suddenly, the man she feared became the only one who made her feel alive. She didn't mean to fall for a man like him. A man who kills without blinking. A man who would paint the world red just to keep her breathing. But now that she has... there's no turning back. In Nero's world, love is possession. Obsession. Control. And Clementine? She's already his. This isn't a love story. It's a descent.

"Every bone in my body is begging me to devour you." He was just too close, clouding my senses and making my head foggy. "Every bone?" My voice was breathless, barley above a whisper as his calloused fingers lowered to drag across the inner flesh of my thighs. "There's one in particular just dying to know how it feels to be buried between your legs." His hands slid back down before hooking behind my knees to drag my ass to the edge of the table and press himself against me. An involuntary moan slipped past my lips. "Maybe you should find out." What are you saying, Quinn? He moved closer, pressing his face into my neck to kiss and nip at the skin some more. His lips moved up across my jaw, "I should, shouldn't I?" My mouth opened to reply but only a silent moan escaped me because his hand was beneath my skirt and his thumb was pressing deliciously between my folds. . . . Synopsis can be found inside. #1 - interracial #1 - excitement #1 - idkwhatimdoing #1 - justforfun

𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 Book Two in The Bittersweet Series. Created: 04/01/20 Published: 05/01/20 Completed: 14/11/20 Rewriting: start 26/01/23

When a beautiful African girl just starting her adulthood is kidnapped from her country and sold off to the Mafia, her life does a full 360. Will she be able to cope? ############### *She quickly gets on her knees and bows in front of me. "What are you atoning for?" I ask "I b-broke your cologne. I didn't mean to. I s-swear, it was a mistake. I was wiping the counter and I didn't see it, all I saw was the bottle broken on the floor and the carpet wet." She explains panicky. "And?" I ask trying not to sound amused. The sight in front of me is pleasing. The things I do to women on thier knees "I accept whatever punishment the Don gives" she says*

Cover by: @Enny101 Christian DeLuca is a very successful businessman with little regard for anyone he doesn't consider family, he's found work and life easier this way. What happens when he finds himself consumed by one thing, or rather one person, Alesha Moore. His plans are to get her, keep her and never let her find out about his title as a kingpin in the Italian mafia. *** "Alesha, where do you think you're going?" he asked in a deep and unsettling tone. "I just saw you commit mass murder Christian. I can't be a part of this world, your world. I'm not built for this life, if this is who you are then.." I let out a humorless chuckle. "I couldn't stomach today let alone the rest of my life. I need to leave, and you need to let me." My voice was so low, even breaking toward the end. Each word provoked tears to spill from my eyes and even more came rushing when I could see how what I said must've felt like daggers to his chest. "You can either stay and talk to me or calm down outside and we'll talk when you're ready, but you are NOT leaving me." His once sexy, endearing voice turned cold and sent frightening shivers throughout my body and I don't know who was staring back at me, but I could no longer see my Christian, not the man I love. *** This book contains mature language AND images, if you find that unsettling, I promise this is not the book for you 😬