❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

I shouldn't have come back to his house. Not after what happened. He's off-limits, older, untouchable. But the way he looks at me... the way I feel around him... It's all wrong. Endlessly wrong. ♡♡︎♡︎ Jade Stojanović has one goal; to provide for her three-year-old son. A short visit to see her cousin was supposed to be harmless a few days, to make her son happy. She didn't plan to stay in Fabio Civalli's home, her cousin's father, a man known for his quiet strength and kind soul. She didn't plan for it to happen. And she definitely didn't plan to come back. But work calls her to Italy again, and the memories she left behind are waiting... just like he is.

{ PRIEST X PARISHIONER. } ✞ "Shh... quiet, little slut" he hisses, starting to pump his fingers in and out of my tight, innocent hole. "This is your punishment for desiring a priest" "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have broken my vows, I have desecrated this holy place . I took her hymen with the cross around my neck and the worst part, Father... is that I want to do it again. I want to tie her up, I want to hear her beg for mercy, for more. --Father Amias" ___________.✞ ____✞__________ [ Lana Elure is a sweet and pure sunshine who shifted to a small town in Italy recently. She is twenty four years old and a successful author . Behind that sweet innocent face , Lana Elure is a masochist. In the new neighborhood there's a church and Lana decides to visits it. Little did she know she would meet the devil in the house of the God himself. ] [ Amias Vitiello , a thirty eight years old, the priest of the Adoratore di Dio church. He is known for his cold and mysterious personality. He is a worshipper of God and took an oath of Clerical celibacy. Behind that cold and strict facade , Father Amias has a dark secret unknown to everyone. ] [ WARNING - Spanking , praise kink , use of holy cross , holy water , tying , begging , use of words like whore and slut, , bleeding ] #forbidden romance #priestXparishioner #Age gap #Use of holy cross #bdsm #kinks #mature content #18+

"Ellis-" I squeak, heat radiating from my cheeks as he bends me over the back of his pristine couch. It's way too late at night, and I'm praying Beth doesn't wake up to find us here. Her best friend and her estranged father. "You wanna avoid me in my own house after weeks of begging to ride my cock and stay tied up in my bed? Fine." His lips fan slightly warm air across the back of my neck while his calloused hands firmly reclaim what I've been purposely withholding. My waist, my ass, pulling up my skirt. "Tell me how you'd like to be punished, Darling. Beg. If you're lucky, I won't ignore your request like you've ignored me." ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ Is your best friend asking you to move to Boston for the summer so she can reconnect with her estranged, ex-military sniper father? When you get there, is her father six-foot-five and deliciously aged? Is he all broad muscle and sweaty morning jogs? Does he make edits in the margins of your first draft manuscript... about BDSM? If you answered yes, you may be Darling Fields. ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ #1 in #lanadelrey 12/24/2025 #1 in #author 1/6/2025

A DARK TABOO ROMANCE He leans close to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe before whispering. "Remember this moment, little bunny. When you're out with any boy, listening to him telling you how much he cares about you or how much he loves you. Remember how you laid on this table, letting yourself get finger fucked by your best friend's dad, and how you fucking loved it." ☁︎☁︎☁︎ He is temping, irresistible, but forbidden. I know I should stay away from him, and god did I try. But when an unfortunate event almost left me homeless, I was forced to move in with him. Left to battle my feelings for a man I've always wanted but can't have. A man that my longing alone gives me shame. After all, he is my best friend's father. ☁︎ God, it was a stupid idea to let her move in with me. There's a reason I've been staying away from her, forcing myself to ignore her existence, and the reason is quite simple. I want her. I can't stop thinking about her, fantasizing about the things I want to do to her that would make the devil fear. Now, she's trapped under the same roof as me. And I don't think I can hold myself back any longer. (BW x WM)

People always say I have the kind of lips that make you stare, soft, full, the kind that look like they belong in a glossy ad. And with my face, I guess I could get away with a lot more than I do. But I don't. I've never been that girl. I've always been quiet, a little shy, the kind who stays in her own little world. At least, I was. Because now, there's Toni Laurent. Charming, confident, and completely off-limits. He's about to become my stepfather, but that doesn't change the way he looks at me, or the way I feel when he does. Innocence doesn't stand a chance against a man like him.

He married her mother. They buried hers. Alina Mercer never saw Ethan Rylance as a stepfather. From the moment he stepped into her life, she felt something deeper-something forbidden. But she locked it away, behind silence and smiles, because some truths could shatter everything. After her mother's sudden death, Ethan didn't walk away. He stayed. For her. To protect her. To give her the safe and comfortable life he promised. But in the quiet of their shared grief, lines blurred. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹. She was seventeen. He was thirty-eight. And love was the worst thing they could have found... but the only thing they couldn't escape. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯...

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.