My legs shifted wider,knowing exactly how much to reveal. Her gaze snapped back to me, sharp and cold. "Open your legs." I laughed softly, biting my lip. "They're already open, Bianca. What, you want me to show you everything?" She moved closer, voice low and dangerous. "Wider. I want to see all of you." She pressed her lips to my neck, a slow, heated kiss. "Don't think you can tease me, mami. I'm the one who gets to fuck with you," she whispered, voice thick with heat. ~ She entered the house under the guise of duty, tasked with the care of innocence. Yet beneath the veneer of obligation, desire simmered, subtle and relentless. In the delicate balance between control and surrender, she discovered that longing doesn't blur boundaries, it erases them.

" don't call me kid, don't call me baby. " [teacher x student] [wlw] [slow updates]

"Don't forget who had you on your knees, Zinovia," Sevan said, taking a long sip of her drink. Which I promptly snatched from her hand as soon as she lowered the glass from her mouth. "Don't forget all the power I held too," I said to her, not once glancing away from her darkened stare, "The mess I made of you milaya..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I openly analyzed her face, "It was pathetic really." Sevan smiled almost sadistically in response, "The mess you made of me?" she repeated the words in full amusement, "I'm still standing. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" ⋙⋙⋙⋙⋘⋘⋘ Power isn't just taken, it's earned, and Zinovia Kozlov is ready to claim what's hers. After her father's death, Zinovia steps up to lead the Russian mafia as its most feared and adored princess. But she's soon pulled into the dark world of Sevan Cortez, the woman who commands the entire mafia underworld. What starts as a power struggle between them quickly spirals into a twisted game of sex, manipulation, and deceit. But even Zinovia knows... You can't ruin, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.

Rhiannon I like my liquor how I enjoy my women: Straight, heady and with the promise of burning me. The plan was simple. Hustle, don't get caught, don't get killed, repeat. Love was not in it. Weaknesses were not allowed. Until Sierra. Fucking. Sweeney. God, I wanted to hate her. She lured herself into my soul like a slow deadly Venom, put my Demons to sleep with a single touch, brought me to my knees with her big sad hazel eyes. I wanted to hate her, but she was an addiction I was craving. And like a drug, She might just be the Death of Me. *** Sierra To the world, she was stone cold. Hidden behind a mask of marble. Murderous, Threatening and Deadly. But to me, Rhiannon Ortega was like catnip. A beautifully flawed misunderstood abstract painting I wanted to learn each stroke of brush by heart. And learn, I did. Nothing could've prepared me to face the Demons hidden behind her haunted eyes. They say, be careful what you wish for. I say, there is no rose without thorns. **This is a steamy f/f dark romance with many dark themes and flawed characters. Please look at the trigger warnings on page 1 before reading.**

Olivia Quinn es una escritora frustrada, estancada, perdida entre las malas críticas a su última novela, tachada por mojigata. En su intento de acabar con esas críticas, se propone escribir una novela romántica/erótica, pero su conocimiento acerca de ello es nulo. Es así como llega a manos de Samantha Sullivan, quien le enseñará que sus sueños sí cuentan, que su ideología podría estar errada y que en definitiva le enseñará cómo escribir su novela basada en experiencias vividas.

I like girls who like girls

At Ravenhall, power isn't taught. It's taken. Professor Selene Vale is married, merciless, and magnetic-a predator in a silk blouse. I was supposed to take her class, not fall to my knees for her. But now I'm tangled in her secrets. Bound to her games. And there's no safe word for obsession.

(#2 book in the Dance series) Lea Rovera is a 24 y/o aspiring artist that has been inseparable from her best friend Estelle Beaufort at the Pink Rose stripclub for quite some time. Lea is a kind and caring person, yet she won't hesitate to stab her canvas with her paintbrush when she can't get a piece right. She's always prided herself on being truthful and transparent. However, everything changes when she encounters someone who challenges her to betray her own principles. Can she pursue her passion for art and achieve her goal of becoming an artist? Or will she continue to be held back by her ex's discouraging words, telling her to be realistic and give up on her dreams? ___________________________________________ Bethany Ellis, a 28 y/o highly skilled sniper and hacker, has faithfully served as Mallory Fedorov's right-hand for several years. She's the one who handles all the dangerous and messy tasks, ensuring her boss remains unharmed. To maintain her true identity as a hitman hidden from the world, Bethany has woven a complex web of lies and deceit. But everything changes when she meets a woman who threatens to unravel her carefully constructed lies. Will she manage to conceal her complex labyrinth of her mind's madness? Can she ultimately come to terms with her true self and find inner peace? TW: Sexual Explicit scenes, Mature content, Violence, Stalking, Knifeplay, Substance abuse, Homicide, Mental health topics, Illegal activities.

𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒.' Naomi Beaumont and Evelyn Winslow swore they were finished. Four years of silence should have buried what they once had-what they should never have had. Naomi, now a sharp-tongued doctor in Los Angeles, hides behind her career and the fortress of the Beaumont empire. Love is dangerous, and she refuses to touch it again. Evelyn has stayed in her home town with her 'husband' and two daughters, building a life that looks perfect from the outside, even if her heart is still chasing ghosts. When Naomi's younger sister invites them both to her wedding in Italy, fate places them side by side for an entire month on a cruise. Amid the vineyards and narrow streets, beneath starlit skies and whispered family secrets, old wounds reopen-and old desires spark to life. They promised themselves the past was behind them. But some loves don't fade. Some loves bloom again, like butterflies-fragile, inevitable, and impossible to ignore.

I watched her get on her knees, rubbing her hands back and forth right against my thighs. "Oh, Ava." I just gave up and moaned her name out, seeing as her lips formed a smile to my action. "Don't you want to punish me for my bad behavior? How i purposely said all those things to have you riled up, miss." She gazed right up and into my eyes, looking so innocent and ready to obey to everything i would say. - - - Avery Glume is a 22 year old college student. The charm for all girls wanting to ride her out within every corner she walks by but soon the past life will come rushing over her and she'll have to accept about being in the wrong about it all. Andrea Hudson is a 29 year old women that made the past life storm over Avery. Wealthy, sexy and most definitely controlling. Can their mistaken break up be explained or are they both gonna live through the feeling of love yet sorrow that everything turned out like this?