My throat tightened. My cock throbbed against my zipper.She knew exactly what she was doing.And fuck me, I was letting her. "Keep looking at me like that." she whispered."And I might actually be merciful." I raised a brow. "Mercy, huh?" She smirked. "You'll beg for it."Then her hands were on my belt,tugging it open like it offended her. "Taking control, kitten?" I asked, voice rough."Just showing you what a bad girl can do." She pulled my zipper down and freed me, her warm breath hitting the tip, making every muscle in my body lock up. I hissed through my teeth, one hand fisting into the couch cushion beneath me, the other still tangled in her hair. Then she took me in her mouth...and fuck, I forgot how to breathe.Her tongue worked like she was born to ruin me.Slow. Messy. Purposeful. She looked up at me through her lashes, daring me to move. Daring me to break. "Shit, baby." I groaned, head dropping back against the cushion.But she didn't stop. Her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in rhythm, her mouth so warm and tight I could barely hold on. Every sound she made, every soft moan, every lick, it drove me closer to the edge. I gripped her hair tighter, forcing myself not to thrust into that pretty mouth. Her mouth was fucking heaven. Warm. Wet. Perfect.Each stroke, each flick of her tongue had me on the edge of losing it. I was close, too close. And she knew it. --------- She was never meant to love him. But now she can't live without him. Amore Ricci used to clean his floors and avoid his gaze. Now she wears his ring and carries his name. But being Dante's wife isn't a fairytale.It's obsession, scars, and danger. He protects her like she's everything. But loving him comes with a price. Enemies are circling. Ghosts from the past are rising. And Amore is no longer the girl who flinched at gunfire-she's colder, stronger, and madly in love with a man who could break her with a single lie.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"Run." His voice is calm, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in his blue eyes. "What?" I ask, confused. "You're going to turn around and run as far and as fast as you can, Rhys." he steps closer. "You're going to put in your all because when I catch you I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to use you, use your hole, until you understand that you belong to me!" It's a promise, one that sends fear to my heart and tingles down my body. "Run Rhys. Run or surrender, it won't matter. Nothing is going to stop me. Not even you." And I'm heady with lust as I run, slick leaking slowly down my thighs. Rhys is an Omega who's been waiting for his mate ever since he turned eighteen. He hopes his mate is quiet and gentle and loving and everything he likes. Killian is an obnoxious loud-mouthed rogue who turns out to be everything Rhys doesn't want as a mate. The two butt heads at each turn despite being unable to fight the blazing heat between them.

❝𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚.❞ Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Evangeline has just turned 18. As it is require by the government she must go to be classified. All her life she has held herself to be a Dom, much like the rest of her family is, but what happens when this doesn't work out to be the truth? Will she take it well or not? Follow along with her journey to settle in.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Kyle and Lee, twin brothers, were on a hunt when they get knocked out by a mysterious person, and when they wake up..... its certainly NOT what they were expecting. Forced Age Play, don't like, don't read. "Discontinued", being rewritten.

"Can-can you h-hold me?" "No," * * * Abandoned at the age of two, Jude grew up in an orphanage-ignored and pushed away for being a male omega. The only thing he craved in his life was the warmth of love that he never got to experience. And like everyone else, Jude too hoped he would have his happily ever after when he finds his mate. But life isn't a fairy tale....

"Touch me," "What? Sage, I-" "What are you so afraid of? You've hurt me without a second thought so why's touching me such a difficult task?" ___ Sage always knew his mate would leave him. Their living arrangement was born out of necessity, not love-Damien needed time to find a painless way to sever their unwanted bond. Sage braced himself for the inevitable day he'd be cast aside. But everything changed when the very alpha who promised to make the separation painless, accidentally marked him during his heat, sealing their bond forever. Bound by a mating mark, Sage is now trapped in a loveless union with an alpha who wants out. Can they find a way to escape their fate, or will their bond become a deadly curse that will slowly kill them alive? (Spin off story of Sage and Damien from Hold Me.)