Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

In an instant, I knew I wanted to release her from the blindfold. After all, if the curtains were closed, she wouldn't discern my features anyway. I gently grasped her, pulling her close as I reached for the remote resting on the table beside the sofa. With a press of a button, the heavy curtains glided shut, enveloping us in a cocoon. The world was lost to me. All that mattered was the woman now in my arms. Taking a deep breath, I began to ease the blindfold from the back of her head. As the fabric loosened and slid away, I sensed her heart quickening against my touch. She seemed startled, afraid even, her instinct to shield her eyes immediately with her hands. But I gently guided her hand aside, softly tracing the contours of her eyelids with my fingertips-a silent reassurance urging her to open them. ISABELLA Friday night was supposed to be about fun-drinks with Charlotte, letting go. But when she confessed that her online Dom, Mr. L, had cut her off for disobedience, I made a risky bet: I'd win Mr. L's submission, gain his trust, and get him to meet me in person. It felt like an easy challenge... until I realized the game would draw me closer to my cold, distant CEO, Levi. My online master's punishments awaken forbidden desires I didn't know I had. Now, the lines between pleasure and pain are blurring, and I crave more than I ever imagined. LEVI When Isabella's message hit my inbox-"I'm looking for a new online master"-I expected a typical submissive. But then I realized it was her, my intern-the woman I've secretly wanted since the moment she stepped into my office. Now, the stakes are higher than ever. My need to dominate her consumes me, but my father's warning against mixing business and pleasure rings in my ears. Can I resist the temptation... or will I finally give in to everything I've wanted?

And I Can't help it, damn it feels good when you're messing with a bad girl. Book 1:SWHBID Book 2:Don't take what isn't yours

"You just murdered him. You're a psychopath..." I state, looking at Hailee like she was crazy. "I'm not a psychopath." She shrugged, her eyes fixated on me with a look in them that I've never seen before. "Yes, you are." "No. I'm just crazy in love with you." Y/N L/N just moved here from New York to Los Angeles, getting a new job as mall security. She finds trouble on her first day, running into the worlds most notorious mafia boss, Hailee Steinfeld, and her accomplice, Griffin Steinfeld. Y/N finds herself being kidnapped and being awoken in a dark room with no one but Hailee. #3 in haileesteinfeld - November 3, 2025 Hailee Steinfeld G!P x Female Reader Started - November 11, 2023 Ended - July 6, 2024

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬: "𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨." "𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩," 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩!" 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚. "𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜...." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢. "𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧. "𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥?" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙.

"Deeper...please," she begs. "I can take it, I promise..." I look down at her, my hips still thrusting painfully slow, giving her just the tip. "Amara-" I say warningly, despite wanting to slam into her and fuck her like I hate her, but I keep my composure...for now. "Please, I can take it," she cries, "I'll be a good girl, I won't complain." Fuck. ⚠️ If you've read this before, consider this a reintroduction. I'm rewriting it. If you haven't? Perfect timing. You're getting the story the way it was meant to be told. I'm slowing down, refining it, and giving it the care it deserves. I appreciate your patience. I hope you enjoy this updated version!⚠️

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕫, the 29 year old heir to the Spanish mafia, ridiculed by her mother and father's overwhelming love her entire life, is faced with a dilemma that could potentially stop all that she has ever lived for. "Until you find the woman your cold heart starts beating for, you will never have this mafia."

"Giana, I let you get away with your disrespect long enough. You do not tell me to shut up. Disrespecting a Moltisanti is like disrespecting God." The shorter woman scoffed as best as she could seeing her air supply was being cut off. "Oh, so you think you're a god now?" Lucia twisted their bodies pressing Giana against the wall with a thud. "Con il modo in cui potrei averti in ginocchio implorando pietà." ["With the way, I could have you on your knees begging for mercy."] \\\\ Giana wanted nothing more than to graduate and finally move far away from her father who was the Mayor of Chicago and the public eye. But during winter break, she finds all her plans are put on hold when she's kidnapped and forced to spend the next few months at the Moltisanti Estate. Updates every other day!

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.