The shy girl wanted to prove she could be useful to the CEO's plan-seducing a dangerous man. Trembling, she carefully straddled Diana's lap, heart pounding, desperate to show she wasn't as helpless as she seemed. Diana's cold voice challenged her: "Is that all you can do? You think this is helping? Sitting on me, trembling like that?" But inside, watching Anna like this, she felt something she refused to admit-losing control. Anna ran away to start over. At nineteen, she left behind a strict father, a forced engagement, and a life that never felt like hers. Now she's tucked away in a quiet corner of Thailand, working at a small café and trying to find pieces of herself again. Then Diana (33) walked in. Cold, composed, and impossibly intimidating, Diana is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. A powerful CEO with a mysterious edge and eyes that never miss a thing. She claims she's just there for coffee... but she lingers. Watches. Smiles, when no one's looking. When a spilled drink and an innocent apology turn into a moment neither of them expected, Anna finds herself pulled into a game she doesn't understand, one filled with secrets, tension, and a closeness that feels too dangerous to want. But Diana isn't just a customer. And Anna isn't just a girl working behind the counter. One is hiding a mission. The other is trying not to lose herself. And neither of them is ready for what's coming next.

When Natalia's journal detailing her exploits with older men is leaked, she is sent away to an all girl's boarding school to learn discipline and to protect her family's reputation. Once there, she instantly sets her sights on her attractive principal. There's only one issue - he seems immune to her charms.

Different pair of shoes. Same person. Different back stories. Same fate. Same pair of parents with different intentions makes one arranged marriage between two most powerfull bussines people. Athena Calvin, ambicious, cold and so called "evil Queen" was a young lady managing her own company which she inhereted after her father had retired. Her parents always wanted the best for her and her siblings but tendet to make some decisions for them but this time it was something she expected the least. Blake Armani, grew up in a family full of hate, resentment and bitterness. Her father is a very respected business man and her mother a successful lawyer making them the ultimate duo. Blake's parents wanted her to go in their steps so the Armani Co. was practically thrusted into her hands after she got her economics degree. ______________________________________ Started- 20/1/2025 Ended-30/3/2025 🥇Intersex #6 lesbian #21 wlw #23 gxg

A small Christmas romance for this festive season. : : : A Billionaire (Logan) engaged to her new love, ventures home for Christmas to make things right with her first love (Olly). What could possibly go wrong "What?" I asked, a soft laugh escaping me. "Nothing," she said, her lips curving into a secret smile. "I just need to photograph you like this." "Why?" I asked, curious. "Because I can't help myself, Olly," she whispered, her gaze fixed on me, a quiet intensity in her words. She leaned in, her fingers cold but gentle against my skin, a sensation I wouldn't mind staying with me, gradually warming with each passing second. Her lips parted softly, and I didn't move, allowing her to close the distance between us. The kiss was tender, almost tentative, but it sent a shock through me, a spark that set my heart on fire. My hands instinctively found their way around her, fingers brushing through the dark strands of her hair, which spilled out from beneath her coat. She tilted her head, and a few strands of hair brushed my face, tickling my brow and forehead. Her kiss grew...

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

A Lesbian Romance : : : : "I really want to... I really want to please you." This close, I could feel her hot breath on my cock. When the proper warmth of her mouth curled around the tip, my chest heaved. She pulls away slightly, and I can feel my pre-ejaculation trickling out. She slid it back in, this time a little deeper. My fists clamped in my thighs as I fight the beast. But as she sucked harder and sank deeper, I couldn't help but grab her throat with one hand and use the other to clutch the back of her neck for anchor, driving my hips forward till my cock went deeper into her throat and she choked. Her stunned expression as she looked up at me. I could feel her lips tightening around the base, but it didn't stop me from burrowing deeper and causing a blockage. When I see her eyes watering and her hands holding my waist, joy floods my body.

A Dark Themed Mafia Romance Clementine An English teacher is a thief, she stole one hundred thousand dollars from Nikolia Ivanov and now she wants something and that's not money...She wants her to her little plaything. : : "Bishop and Omir. They are like brothers; they would never take from me." As she leaned on the sofa, her legs extended, demonstrating how massive she was and how much she was going to fuck me up with that pistol, which she carried like a toy in her hands. "You are the only person in this town who is stupid enough to steal from me." "Wait! Wait!" Wait!" I panicked, clutching her hard-stone arm. "Just what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to fuck you for my money." She inhaled deeply and quietly. It then flows out her nose and hits my face; by this point, my heart was pounding, and I was relieved to know she was still with me. If I live, I will never consume fatty foods.

"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

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.