Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

The hands on my body felt like placeholders for theirs. Matteo leaned into me, his lips brushing my skin, "Why would we want to hurt you?" He paused, lightly licking my face, and inhaling deeply as if that was the only breath he needed. "I just want to see your eyes roll back and feel your cunt struggle to take me." *** Mature content. BDSM. SMUT. 🏅#1: Doms 06/24 🏅#6: bdsmrelationship 07/24 🏅#4: Threesome 08/24 🏅#9: mxfxm 09/24 🏅#1: Vacation 02/25

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

"Tell me if this hurts, Annie." Alyxe said, softly nibbling on her skin. At first, Analeese was confused as to why the small nibbles would hurt her, but she soon realized that the small nibbles weren't what she had to worry about. "Fuck." Analeese cried out as Alyxe bit down hard on the space between her inner thigh. "You don't understand the things you do to me, Annie. I just want to destroy you, devour you, and please you everytime I'm near you." - Analeese was an innocent girl. She knew about sex, but had never engaged in the actual activity. She always assumed it was overhyped, so, she didn't worry about her virginity too much. She had better things she focused on. But, things change when you're in college. Especially when shy boy Alyxe takes a liking to Analeese. She makes his mind foggy in the best way possible, he can only imagine the things he could do to her, the many different ways he could corrupt her innocent mind.

"I'll ask you again Angelina...why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't been avoiding you." His expression didn't change, but his eyes glinted with malevolent humor. Reaching out he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Denial doesn't suit you, Angel," Her jaw ticked and her fierce glare burned into him, "I'd love it if you put that much thought into how fucking crazy you're acting right now." "Maybe if you weren't so set on avoiding me, I wouldn't be acting crazy," She scowled, "Mateo I don't know what sick little game you came here with the intention of playing, but let me remind you of something Boy, I' a grown fucking woman, I practically raised your ass, so amma ask you as kindly as I can to quit this shit before it goes any further." He chuckled, "You think I'm some little boy playing games here Angel," Her temper flared and she snapped, "What else could it damn be Mateo? I'm dating your father, you're a child, my son's best friend, yet look at what you're doing, how else can you explain this except it being some sick little game." Her ire gave way to a sense of loss, frustration, and disappointment the more she said. This wasn't the boy she knew. "Look, please, just stop whatever this is you don't have to do any of this shit, it's not worth it, we can forget this even happened, just stop before it gets out of hand, please," she implored frustratedly. Cocking his head to the side he chuckled darkly, "You really don't get it, do you?" Shrinking back, her breath hitched as he leaned in, caging her even further and pinching her jaw in an almost bruising grip, forcing her to keep looking at him as he completely trapped her. "You know...for a moment I was almost convinced" he cooed, voice laced with sadistic humor, lips mere inches away from her face, and gaze burning with primal intensity he whispered. "But how could I believe you-when not even you... believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth."

Ephemeral adjective "lasting for a very short time." Just as Gabriel so happened to come across a new café, he met Iesha. It felt like all those draining years were ephemeral. From that moment on, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

In the glittering world of wealth and privilege, three unlikely hearts become inexplicably intertwined. Dream, a plus-size black girl with an unforgettable spirit, captures the attention of Cole and Beckett, two heirs to billion-dollar dynasties who share more than just their privileged background. But as their secret romance deepens beneath the shadows of their elite high school, tragedy strikes without warning, none of them anticipate the devastating chain of events that will tear them apart. Years after Dream's mysterious disappearance, a single letter emerges that threatens to shatter their carefully rebuilt lives. As the past collides with the present, these three must face the consequences of choices made long ago - and decide if some bonds are truly unbreakable, even when they've moved on-or so they say.

Amina wants a baby-on her terms. No romance. No strings. No father involvement. But instead of going the clinical route, she picks the one man she despises: Lukas. Why? Because his genetics are perfect. His record is perfect. His health is perfect. His brilliance is undeniable. And he has a type of raw dominance that she thinks would produce a strong child. So she sets a formal business meeting. Slides a contract across his marble desk. States her intentions with no emotion. He laughs first. Then he reads the contract. Then he looks at her-really looks at her-and says: "If you want my child, Amina... you're not getting it in a cup. You're getting it the natural way." She refuses. He smirks. But Lukas has waited years for this door to open. And he knows exactly how to bend her resolve. Eventually, she agrees-strict rules, boundaries, a timeline, and an exit clause. She believes she can keep her heart out of it. But she has just stepped into his game. And Lukas? Lukas doesn't intend to give her just a child. He intends to have her. Completely.

The beautiful hopeless romantic Sarai (Sah-rye) Shaw is over the moon about her upcoming nuptials to the man of her dreams. She has an unpleasant encounter with a ruthless biker gang, Hell's Monarch. Shane Ross is the merciless leader who always takes what he wants. Unfortunately for Sarai...Shane wanting her brings more trouble than expected.

"You lying bitch," he snapped, rounding on her in front of the doctor and two nurses who'd just entered with follow-up forms. "You really thought you could pull this off, didn't you? Trap me?" Her eyes widened, horror dawning in real time. "I didn't-" "You think because I took you in, because I cared about you, that you could play me?" His voice rose. "Ambrose, please stop-" "I trusted you," he hissed. "I defended you. Against my mother. Against everyone." She shook her head violently, tears pooling. "It's your baby. I never cheated on you, I-" He laughed coldly. "You expect me to believe that? Some girl from nowhere, clinging to a family she'll never belong to?" His words were knives now, each one carving into her chest.