Kiss My Attitude | Book 2 On their wedding night, the Feds came for Kane, leaving Naomi in her dress and in charge of his empire. With Kane locked up and facing life, Naomi must prove she can hold the crown against enemies closing in. But as secrets from Kane's past resurface and Naomi discovers she's carrying more than just his legacy...

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Consensual sex scenes aka smut. The smut is heavy, so is my plot, but warnings are put. Consent is always in the chapter. ♥️ ILLICIT DESIRES - A dark-romance mafia novel Rita Barrera cherishes the beauty of Mother Nature, but her love is lethal. She paints her lips with the colors of her venomous flowers as lipstick. One innocent kiss is all it takes for her target to fall dead beneath her lips. Roman Esposito thrives on havoc. A bounty hunter with hands adept at killing, slick with blood, he earned the reputation of the Devil's Hand. He kills without blinking, without flinching. He kills for others. He kills for his boss, Antonio Alessi. But no one ever killed for him, until Rita pressed a deadly kiss onto the lips of an old hag who came for him. He owes her a kiss. He repaid it the only way he knows how, tasting her, in the dark, illicitly, on her other lips, hidden under an emerald thong. Yet the life she took for him remains unpaid. Ironically, the next soul on his list, the one he is sworn to send straight to Hell, is hers. What happens when the hunter collides with his hunt? When desire, danger, and debt stall the hands meant to take her life? Is it truly the debt that binds him, or the illicit taste she left on the tip of his tongue? Started: 02.11.2020 Completed: 19.02.2021 ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄 is pretty sure her new neighbor is a serial killer. What else could explain his antisocial behavior, creepily minimalistic apartment, and that inhumanly emotionless demeanor? Not to mention the bloody body parts that have started showing up. It's too bad she's not scared of him. Or his unveiled threats on her life. But an emotionally scarred gangster on the run -- riding the brink of insanity and followed by a host of trouble -- is a lot more than she could've bargained for. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is beyond redemption. Capo of the Romano crime family, the sociopathic Prince of Chicago, hell wrapped in a designer suit. He exemplifies cold precision and perfect control. His job has always come easily to him for the very same reason that his name is feared widely: he's incapable of emotion. But something horrifying and sinister is beginning to happen to him. And it turns out that pesky slipping sanity is the least of his concerns. Because his new neighbor is a ray-of-sunshine wildcard dipped in beauty like he's never seen, and she won't leave him alone. Worse, he can't decide if he should kill or protect her. Massimo doesn't count on Vivienne being the first person to look at him like he's human. Or demons from his past coming back to haunt him. Much less a new threat looming on the horizon. Or love. Especially not that. ♛ Deviant Prince is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance. WARNING: this story gets very dark. You must check the CW in the intro. [ Book 2 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ]

"𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ. Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown. Securing employment proved to be challenging, and her responsibilities as the primary provider for her small family added to her burdens. She had to support her brother's education as well as cover expenses for her mother's medical condition. She resorts to becoming a stripper out of desperation, ensuring her religious mother remains unaware of her shameful occupation. Her life takes a surprising twist when she is presented with a great chance to become an actress. The main male character, Raul D'Amano, is incredibly attractive and despite being married, the protagonist cannot help but feel drawn to him. ✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 '𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐃'𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩ Highest ranking ✍ #1 in spanish #1 in squirting #8 in affairs #1 in Angel #1 in matureaudience #1 in home wrecker #1 in Dominance #3 in sexualfrustration #2 in billionaire #5 in affair #3 in cheating husband #1 in temptation #1 in forbidden #1 in lust

After crash landing on an unknown alien planet a female Xenobiologist finds herself in the company of two strange aliens after they kidnap her in the middle of the night from her ship and crew. luckily the two aliens have yet to show any signs of hostility but when their exploratory touch starts to become more intimate she finds her own sexual urges hard to resist. and being a scientist at heart, how could she deny a chance to learn the anatomy of a new alien species in the most pleasurable way possible?

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Stranded alone aboard the Narcissus with a damaged hypersleep capsule and only drifting space to keep her company, Ellen Ripley battles isolation, fear, and haunting memories after the catastrophic events on the Nostromo. Days stretch into endless voids as she draws closer to a mysterious container emitting a faint signal - a potential lifeline or another trap lurking in the darkness. In the suffocating silence, Ripley's mind and body grapple with loneliness, desire, and the fragile need for human connection, all while the shadow of the Xenomorph's terror lingers at the edge of her consciousness. Echoes in the Void explores the raw vulnerability of survival, blending psychological intensity with haunting sensuality in a story of resilience, longing, and the will to endure against the coldness of space. ⸻ Mature Content Warning: This story contains adult themes and mature content intended for readers 18 years and older. It includes psychological tension, strong language, and sensual scenes exploring human desire and vulnerability. Explicit graphic sexual content and non-consensual or harmful acts are not depicted, but themes of isolation, trauma, and emotional struggle are present. Reader discretion is advised.

Kael Draven has known violence his entire life. Losing his parents at a tender age from a rogue attack forced him to grow up and raise his sister, making him overly possessive and protective of those close to him. Adora Blackwell never expected to be part of the supernatural world. Losing her mother and with her father being absent in her life, she's used to being independent and not trusting. But the night her skin is branded with a glowing mark, everything changes. She's thrust into a world of power, primal urges, and one ruthless Alpha who swears she's his... in every filthy, possessive way that matters. Kael Draven is not gentle. Not kind. He's dominant. Dangerous. And completely obsessed with the curvy, sharp mouthed half-witch who dares to defy him at every turn. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEM ------ This book is available ONLY on WATTPAD! IF seen anywhere else, PLEASE report it. ------ ©️ queen_b_4. 2025. All rights reserved.

ABOUT: Arden Ashbourne is a college student with a secret - by day, she's the top of her engineering class. By night, she dances under neon lights to survive. Her world is sharp, hungry, and unforgiving. Elias Carrington is untouchable - a wealthy, quiet pre-law student who moves through life like nothing can touch him. Cold. Controlled. Until her. What begins as glances turns to gravity. He watches her like she's art. Touches her like prayer. Loves her like ruin. But love like this doesn't come clean. It's messy. Raw. Slow-burning and soul-consuming. She was never meant to be his salvation, but now he can't breathe without her. And when he has her - in his arms, on his face, wrapped around his heart - he doesn't hold back. This is not a story of perfection. This is a story of what it means to be wanted in your entirety - bruised, beautiful, and burning. Mature. Obsessive. Intoxicating. This is worship dressed as love. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "You," he growled, backing me into the wall just inside the loft and pressing his body hard against mine, "are the hottest, smartest fucking girl I've ever met." I was giddy, breathless, already burning. "Elias-" "Who's my smart girl?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, his hands already sliding under my shirt. My entire body lit up. The compliment. The heat in his voice. The sheer ownership threaded into that question. "I am," I gasped. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing, jaw tight. "Say it again." "I'm your smart girl," I whispered, flushed and aching. "Damn right you are." He kissed me then-hard, hungry, lips claiming mine with heat that melted straight down my spine. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, but I didn't care. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss, hips rocking against his without meaning to.