Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Ocean finally has what she wanted-peace. A new city, a steady job, real friends, and no ghosts chasing her name. But peace can't erase the things she's done or the love she tried to bury. The past has teeth, and some bonds don't fade no matter how far she runs. When echoes of what she left behind begin to surface-dreams she can't shake, eyes she swears she's seen in strangers-Ocean realizes leaving the beast was only the beginning of something darker. Because some stories don't end; they wait.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

The first time I saw her and met her, it wasn't what I had imagined. Her beauty was angelic, her voice was soft and low, and her eyes-her eyes as big as the sun....filled with so much innocence. The moment my fingers flipped through the pages of her book something dark inside of me woke up, the need to claim her and break her all together. Known as one of best selling authors, writes the kind of stories that make people's skin crawl. Filled with her dark fantasies, sinful acts, the need to be let loose, strips the desire down to her deepest internal feelings. No one would ever guess a woman like Lucille jones, could think such vile things and turn it into art. - Love doesn't have to be delicate to be real; it can be docile like a lamb or submissive like its predator. #1 - Author

Amira Willis had her heart shattered and her future stolen when her ex cheated. Done with waiting for a man to build the family she craves, she takes matters into her own hands. A single visit to a fertility clinic, and her dream of motherhood is finally within reach. She's ready to do this alone. Preston Rutherford is a god in a suit. As a billionaire mogul, the world bows to him, and women are merely a distraction. He donated to a fertility lab years ago on a whim, forgetting it ever happened. Their worlds collide when a routine company event reveals a shocking truth. Amira, his employee-and his former friend's ex-is glowing, curvaceous, and undeniably pregnant. A pregnancy that sets Preston's blood on fire with a possessive desire he's never known. But his world shatters when he discovers the impossible: the secret donor she used... was him. He didn't plan on a baby. He didn't plan on her. But now that he knows, he'll stop at nothing to claim what's his. Both of them.

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️ ""Show me that wet pussy," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl dripping with dominance and raw lust, every word dripping with hunger. The heat in his words wrapped around me like a vise, making my skin flush and my breath hitch. I spread my legs wider, every nerve ending screaming for him. He leaned in, eyes dark and hungry, the scent of him intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, his voice rough as he whispered, "Such a good girl." I bit down hard on my trembling lips, my body aching, desperate for his touch...

It was lust at first sight when Irish met Kenzo at his restaurant. Every look, touch, dish, delving them deeper and deeper into a seductive spell they could not break. Fastforward a few years and the marriage is on the rocks under the pressures of trying to start a family while running a restaurant and having new hires trying to break the trust. A trust already teetering when the first bullets rang out in their home. Now Irish has to figure out who the hell she married and if he was worth the danger that comes along with his past as an Operative.

Marco isn't happy that Londyn absconded with his son. He definitely wasn't happy to find them in a small apartment one rainy night in Florida. Londyn was less surprised that he had found them, and more surprised with how quickly he had. Couple that with his newest demands and the fact that this was more than some dysfunctional situationship, to both of them, and it's either a recipe for ruin, or the start of something akin to... love? Can she finally tame the beast? A short continuation of the Luciani story...

Londyn Charles lives a charmed life as a Mafia Princess and the sole heir to her father's throne. Smart, ambitious, beautiful. She was always meant to be a force. To shake up the Mafia world with her father's backing. Enter, Marco Luciani. Stoic, dangerous, observant. Determined to take over the Charles Family and doesn't mind if it has to get bloody for him to do so. It's just another day in his world when he murders the Charles Patriarch in front of his sexy little daughter. Devastated and angry, Londyn now has to navigate a world that sees her as little more than a Black woman to be used as a pawn in mafia games. Which is exactly how Marco sees her. Until he doesn't. Can she survive him, like her father couldn't?

Maria DiMaggio was having another loving day with her perfect family until her father burst through the door and stated that he had signed their death warrants. Just as quickly, shots rang through their home, and she became the last DiMaggio, kidnapped in a bid to throw the police off of her family's murderers' trail. The Ravaras. Now, she has to play by the mob family's rules or die. Marry the last remaining son, check. Smile for the police, check. Figure out how to burn the family to the ground or die trying, check.