[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

I'm not your baby," she snarled. "I'm not anyone's toy. I have my own life, my own choices, and I refuse to be a part of this twisted fantasy of yours." Jungkook chuckled, the sound sending chills down her spine. "Raise your voice again," he said, his own voice deceptively calm, "and I'll show you just how much of a toy you are. I'll fuck you right here, on this table, and everyone will watch." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "Do you really want to find out ho... This story contains extremely dark and mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. * Non-consensual sexual acts (rape) * Graphic violence and unsettling situations * Explicit sexual content * Abusive power dynamics and manipulation * Strong, uncensored language This narrative is specifically crafted for readers who are comfortable with, and actively seek out, dark romance with challenging and potentially triggering content. It does not shy away from the darker aspects of human nature and relationships. If you are sensitive to any of the aforementioned themes or prefer lighter romance, this is not the story for you. Your emotional well-being is paramount, and we urge you to prioritize it.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

At 23, Kayla Richards has her life in careful balance as an accountant, but it wasn't always this way. Two years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Andre Malcolm, a successful businessman, without ever explaining why. When she simply said, "I want to break up," he agreed, leaving their once passionate relationship in ashes. Now, as Kayla faces a personal crisis, she finds herself needing Andre's help. Their unexpected reunion sparks old feelings and unresolved questions. Can they navigate the dark, twisting path of their past and find a way to rekindle their lost romance, or will the reasons that drove them apart continue to haunt them?

What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.

"Strip!" His voice growled as his eyes bored into her soul earning no gestures. "I-I" Her heart raced with fear as tears made thier way to her cheeks running down. She doesn't expect him to do this, to say this. His patience was going to its peak as he was burning from inside. "I-i , m-me p-please" she hiccuped loudly as words were stucked in her throat. He took a step ahead as she cowered and stood. Her legs were shaky but tried to get away from him. "Stay there" he warned. It all started from that event when he become obsessed with the kind soul. ____________ "Move away mister" she spoke with an hurriedly expression as she was looking again and again for her parents at the giant haul. "What did you say?" he spoke surprisingly as a muscle ticked his jaw. "I said move away" she said with a hardness in her voice as his veins popped. "Do you even know who I am?" he spoke in his dangerous voice. "Yes I know you are a human" she said and was about to go away but he yanked her arm and pinned her on the nearby wall catching her offguard. "You are gonna regret this little miss" he said while tugging a strand of hair behind her hair. "huh?" she said and he went away as she looked at him dumbfounded but shrugged her shoulders casually thinking of him as a drunkard. Nineteen-year-old a beautiful girl who lived with her parents happily her little family while studying second year of college to fulfill her dreams but the life has another plans for her. Her life take a 360 degree turn when she mistakenly caught attention of a man whom everyone is feared off. He saw her, he liked her, he wanted her and he will get her. It clearly tells that he is OBSESSED with her. What is going to happen in this situation?

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

"How the fuck dis happen and mi have so much ahead a mi!" 𝘠𝘶𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘬 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦? 𝘔𝘦 𝘈𝘻𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 at 19 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥?? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦! 🏅 #𝟐 (#𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫) - 𝟓/𝟐𝟏/𝟐𝟓 🏅#𝟒 (#𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫) - 𝟓/𝟏𝟓/𝟐𝟓

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."