18+ "Did you fuck him"he said as he leaned against the wall and stomped out his cigarette. "I sure did "I said lying through my teeth just to get a reaction out of him. He cocked his head to the side as a devious grin started to form on his face. "You're lying "he said pushing off of the wall and walking towards me slowly like an animal taunting his prey. "No i'm not "I grinned as my back hit the wall.He stopped so close to me that our nose touched and our breath mingled. "I know you're lying"he said running a finger down the center of my exposed chest."I know this because I told him if he ever touched you he'd end up with his head in a box on his parents doorstep"he chuckled darkly as my face burned with rage. How fucking dare he? I thought it wouldn't be possible to hate this man even more than I already did. "Fuck you"I seethed through my teeth as I clenched and unclenched my fingers while he kept that cocky smile etched on his irritatingly perfect face. "When and where baby"He said backing away still facing me."I'd love to have you moaning my name while my dick is buried deep inside of you again"he said smirking. "That was a one time thing"I said through gritted teeth.His gaze dropped down to my hardened nipples . "Lie number two."He said staring at them with a darkened gaze"See you around Smith" ----- Ashanti Smith hated playboys. So it was only fitting for her to hate the one and only Alessandro De'Luca. Alessandro didn't hate Ashanti Smith ,he just hated the way she thought of him because of his sexual relations. So he liked sex? Who doesn't? When Ashanti's boyfriend of two years cheats on her she decides to get back at him with her biggest enemy. What happens when hate turns to lust and lust turns to love? What happens when the silent brooding bad boy falls for the feisty party girl ? But what happens when Ashanti finds out the truth about Alessandro ? You know what they say Opposite's attract

❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞ ❝You think I'm attractive?❞ ❝Fuck no!❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dangerous, wild and rebellious. Calm, cool and collected. Darya just wants one thing; to get through her senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Especially not with a secret like hers. Ethan just wants one thing; get through his senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Both of their only wish proves hard to do when they both become each other's earned arch-enemy hell-bent on making each other's lives a living hell. But when they become academic rivals and forced to be paired for a school project, they both realize they want each other as much as they hate each other. (There's a thin line between love and hate they say) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Who did this to you?" "Ethan, I-" "I know every single inch of your body and I know that scar wasn't there before so tell me who did this to you."

"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

FIRST BOOK OF THE SINS OF THE LEGACY SERIES ♠️🔪 »»----- ♛ -----«« Luca Moretti He was born into power, raised in a world where loyalty meant everything... and weakness meant death. He's the only son of Matteo Moretti, the feared Don of New York, and Isabella Moretti, the woman who built an empire of her own. As the only heir, he was never given a choice. He was trained for this life. Prepared to take over. Taught how to lead... and how to kill. But Luca isn't just a future Don. He's dangerous in his own way... calm, calculated, and far more lethal than people expect. And when a new enemy enters his world, he's ready. Because in his world, you don't hesitate. You eliminate. »»----- ♛ -----«« Katharina Valencia She wasn't raised to love... she was raised to survive. Katharina Valencia is the daughter of a powerful Cartel legacy... one built on blood, loyalty, and revenge. After losing her father, she didn't break. She became something else. Something colder. Something dangerous... She became Colombia's most feared assassin. Trained to move in silence and strike without hesitation, Katharina isn't just part of the war... she is the weapon. She doesn't miss. She doesn't hesitate. And she doesn't forgive... Now, with one mission carved into her mind, she steps into enemy territory with only one goal: End Luca Moretti. Because in her world, mercy is a weakness... and she was never taught to be weak

SECOND BOOK OF THE VELVET & VOWS SERIES 🩶⛓️ ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Vincenzo Russo The most feared man in the country-the ruthless Don of the Las Vegas Mafia. He attends a wedding with one goal: to provoke the other families and remind them who holds power. What he doesn't expect... is her. Liliana Aurora Moretti. Milan's mafia princess. Raised in luxury, born into danger. After her uncle's death, her family returns to New York-where Liliana finds herself at Vogue Fashion College and rises into the spotlight as a supermodel. ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Preview... I was steadying my hands when the door suddenly shot open. Vincenzo stepped inside and locked the door behind him with a quiet click that sounded final. "This is the women's bathroom," I snapped. He shrugged, walking closer. "I don't give a shit." I tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking the path like a wall that had learned how to breathe. "I don't like your fucking attitude," he said, irritation sharpening his voice. "What are you going to do about it?" I challenged, refusing to blink. He didn't answer. He just moved. One step. Then another. Slow, predatory patience in every shift of his weight, until my back hit the wall behind me. He lowered himself slightly, eyes locking onto mine again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You want danger, principessa?" he murmured. "Keep talking to me like that... and I'll make sure you choke on the consequences you're begging for." A cold wave washed through me, sharper than fear, deeper than anger. My breath locked again, pulse hammering in my ears as his smirk returned, thin and satisfied. He didn't touch me. He didn't need to. He already had. #1 lasvegas 01/25/2026

By day, I'm a nurse trained to save lives. By night, I belong to a man who takes them. He comes from a world of wealth, power, and blood-bound loyalty-born into a family the media adores. They're polished, respected, and untouchable. Nothing that stains them ever makes it to print. To the world, he's a tycoon. To his enemies, a death sentence. I am none of those things. I go home to a cozy house, a loving family, a life built on honesty and routine. I believe in healing. In morality. In saving the people placed in my care. He believes in taking what's his. I was never meant to be part of his world, and he never cared. My morals don't soften him. My fear doesn't stop him. And my love only makes him more dangerous. I never expected my life to change so completely. But loving him was never a choice. And leaving him was never an option.

The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"

21+🔞 mature content. ***** Around me, the world blurred, red velvet walls, strangers grinding, hands everywhere but it felt like all of them were looking at me. At my mask. At my smile. At my body shaking as Dev fingered me in plain sight. "You're leaking for strangers," he whispered, thrusting harder, faster, his palm smacking lightly against me with each push. "Ah...D!" I instantly bit back my tongue. "Do you know how filthy you are? You like this. My faceless whore, pretending to dance while I ruin your cunt." A shudder ripped through me, my one hand clawing at the back of his neck and the other on his free hand, my head falling back and resting on his shoulder, face pressing against his jaw to hide the tears of pleasure pricking my eyes. I was completely on display. Strangers were watching me, hungry eyes everywhere and the more they looked, the more my body burned with desperate need. Dev's hand might have been hidden behind the fabric of my dress, but every single person in that room knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me. Slowly, the hand that had been gripping my waist slid upward until it reached my breast. He grabbed it hard, possessive, merciless and squeezed like he owned every inch of me. "Fuck!" the cry ripped out of me, because his hold was brutal, his fingers kneading me without a shred of mercy, sending shocks of filthy pleasure through my body. I was already unraveling, but then his next words made my stomach twist and my pussy clench so hard around his fingers I almost lost it. "Shall I pull this dress down, darling?" he growled against my ear, his tone dripping with dark, filthy promise. My hand instantly flew to his, the one clutching my breast. My nails dug into his skin, desperate, torn between stopping him and begging him to do it. The dress was off-shoulder, one hard tug, and my tits already colored blue and red in his hickeys would spill out in front of everyone. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted him to never stop.

A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 TEENFICTION #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY

You will learn to be mine. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ "Does that feel good?" I whimpered against him, burying my face in his neck. He smiled down at me while quietly torturing me, being effortlessly sadistic as his smile widened. "It's... too sensitive." "There's no such thing, baby girl." I tightened on him, squeezing my eyes shut. "I'm gonna...." "You're not coming unless you ask nicely." "Please." "Beg. Beg like you've never begged before." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Clara Song never thought she'd be stuck in this position before... going to her college classes one moment, and then locked in a house abandoned in the woods the next. Being haunted... by HIM. He was in the shadows, his eyes glowing a dark red, watching her... playing with her. She begged him to let her leave, but his obsession only grew. Like yin and yang, innocent Clara was fated to the darkest creature out there... the creature of death. Damian Blackwood. (Originally named "Stop Him" and "Whispers of Corruption") (this is part of a firenight sub-realm (FireNight Library) which is "Maddie's Favorite" in the book "Our Little Mouse") ****THIS BOOK WILL BE TAKEN DOWN AND REPLACED WITH AN EXCERPT ON DECEMBER 28TH, 2025***