𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒎'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉. 𝑨𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

There is a serial club killer on the loose, and Zane is next on the hit list. Being the owner of a club wasn't on Zane's agenda, but after finding success in the industry, he owns one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. When he starts to feel like he's being watched, strange things start to happen. Things he can't explain. When he finally meets the person who has been tormenting him for months on end, the last thing he was expecting was for them to be a woman-let alone a serial killer. Lia has an agenda. Kill everyone who had a part to play in her years of abuse. She's back and ready for vengeance and this time, she wants to play with her prey-the owner of Dark Suite. It's time to make Zane suffer. She's ready to play a game of cat and mouse to bring him to his knees so she can find peace within herself. But as she becomes closer to Zane-building an infatuation with him-she needs to stick to her plan of destroying him. Although when the truth finally comes out, she'll soon realise that not everything is as black and white as it seems. Tropes: Mafia/Millionaire/Billionaire Romance Enemies to Lovers Assassin FMC/ Soft Caring MMC Angst/Healing/Caretaking Fast Paced She stalks him Shameful mutual pining Both have tragic backstories Lots of spice (he has a pierced dick hehe)

❝I want you on your knees. Not out of love, or respect, or even fear... but because you understand your place will always be beneath me.❞ Leander Graves could be known for being one of the most popular gamers at merely twenty years old, or for being the mysterious guy no one really befriends. But no, Leander's name is always followed by the same word. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣. Sheltered. Protected. Shy. Awkward. Completely insecure. Untouched fits too. Then one day Carmen Ivory walks in, clad in money and whispers, power and control. When she's told Leander is out of anybody's reach, a true challenge even for the best conquerors, he stops looking bland and starts appearing... fascinating. Thirty thousand dollars. Until winter break. For the money. For the dare. For her pride. But what begins as a simple bet soon becomes obsession: a web of manipulation, seduction, and cruelty spun by a girl who has never loved anyone in her life. Because Carmen doesn't fall in love. Psychopaths don't. They collect playthings. And Leander is destined to be her favorite. ♰ Psychological breaking ♰ Bad girl × Good boy ♰ Double POV ♰ Reverse dark romance ♰ Elite college

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

Everybody knows that strippers are not the best persons to find love in, she would belong to the streets. She already showed it to thousands of men. But what if I told you it wasn't the case for a multi-billionaire who meet a stripper at the local club in his home town. He went with his friends back from college and was just having fun. Everyone knows he is not the type to even date its just a touch and leave and that would be few lucky girls that would enjoy his dick. And most of those are bitches who sucked his thing and not directly having sex. When he met her and took her to the hotel he realized something he hadn't seen in any other woman. You must be saying this dude is crazy. Something in a stripper. He started to like her sloowly. At the hotel, they didn't do anything that's how he started saying she isn't all that bad. She was in the shower and while that was happening, on the television news reporters reported about the encounter at the club and were wondering what went down after they both left the club. They were making some opinion that she isn't the one for you. Because of class and she belongs to the street. But who knows who what love can take you to. Become addicted to something that would lead to his downfall. Addicted to something that could kill him.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." I was born untouchable-the dangerous daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. And then there's Elias Cross. My personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four. Handsome. Strict. Forbidden in every way that matters. It started as provocation. Now it's obsession. He's supposed to keep his hands to himself. But I will make sure it's impossible for him to not touch me because, Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.💋 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in bodyguard- 29/01/26 #1 in action-romance - 08/02/26

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

"Now princess do you want me to fuck you like a good girl or like a dirty slut" I don't even think when I immediately respond to his question "like a dirty slut" He chuckles "and why is that" "Because I am a dirty slut" I answer Chapter- dirty slut *** "do you like when I fuck you like this" he grabs my hair and pulls me off the desk so that his mouth is by my ear "do you like it when I fuck you like a slut" I place my hands on the desk trying to hold me up, "yes daddy I- I love it" I scream Chapter- not always a good girl *** Best friends brother main character goes unnamed gonna have smut - the smut get better as you read #1 dirtystory #1 degradingkink #1 praisekink #6 dirtystory #6 Bestfriendsbrother #2 Secretlove #6 lover