"I fuck for pleasure, and nothing more. But looking at her in all her beauty and naivety, I immediately wanted something more, something different. Something intimate."- Cain Silvera Cain and Olivia are complete opposites; she's a dorky and innocent college student who's looking to lose her virginity. Despite her strong-willed nature and intellectual promise, her lack of experience with romance and sex has made her deeply insecure of herself. On the other hand, Cain is a CEO of a powerful law firm by day and an experienced adult film star at night, sleeping with women solely for pleasure. He's disciplined, calculated and intelligent. When he meets Olivia, the captivating 20-year-old intern, all his defences crumble, and he finds himself appealing to a side of himself he thought was long gone. Follow these two on a journey of self-identity, sexual freedom and humour.

Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

*****Curve Appreciation***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 newwriter #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #11 18andup #35 obsession #17 bwwm #66 mafia #1 curvy #7 daddyissues #7 intense #3 Italian #14 danger #2 interracial #75 darkromance #34 toxic #116 drama #50 mafia #61 possessive

Feral Temptations --------- Naomi only wanted to teach children not to fear the world they were growing up in. But fear still holds power. Especially in this new era, where werewolves have stepped out of the shadows. In a society gripped by old prejudices and quiet panic, Naomi's compassion is seen as dangerous. When her human school turns against her, she's offered a position she never imagined: teaching at an all-werewolf school, deep within a territory ruled by the powerful Alpha Silas. Silas leads with strength and silence, haunted by loss and hardened by duty. He has no interest in human interference, especially not from a teacher sent by the government to pacify his people. And certainly not the one now responsible for his daughter. But some boundaries were never meant to hold against feral temptations. -------------- Cover by Me Do not steal my work All Rights Reserved.

Nevaeh was just a brilliant, ambitious bakery owner when Dylan Moretti, the ruthless CEO and shadow King of the city, bought her entire digital consulting firm. Now, she's the Vice President of his billion-dollar media empire and his reluctant captive. Dylan gave her the title and the power, but he demanded absolute, public submission-wearing his platinum chain as a leash. Nevaeh uses her corporate genius to survive in his brutal world, but her defiance comes with a price. Every victory in the boardroom is repaid with a fierce, possessive conquest in the bedroom, blurring the lines between surrender and strategy. The game escalates when Nevaeh makes a move that saves Dylan's empire, forcing him to elevate her status from asset to Queen-his Donna. Now, with a massive Star Sapphire engagement ring on her finger, Nevaeh is pulled into the deadly inner circle, where her best friend's loyalty is tested by Dylan's best friend's unexpected attraction. She wanted power, but she may have traded her soul for a crown. ~"You wanted to know your limits. I am the only limit you have."~ ~"I will never tolerate a secret. You will be thoroughly exorcised of the urge to operate outside my knowledge."~ ~"Say your desire. - I need you! Don't stop! I need you! - And I own that need."~ ~ "The tightness of the bodysuit, the heat of her dark skin beneath the sleek fabric, was the ultimate trigger. I claimed her with a fierce, primal need that sealed the blood-bond of our new partnership."~ ~ "You are my sword, my shield, and the single greatest acquisition I have ever made. You have earned the title of Donna."~

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

What happens when destiny chooses the one person everyone wants to reject? Zariah Cole is nobody. At least, that's what the world keeps telling her. She's a human in a supernatural town, an outsider in a community built on bloodlines, an intruder in a world that would rather she disappear. Alaric Voss is everything. Alpha of the Silverfang Dominion. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. He has a plan for his future, and it doesn't include a human woman with fire in her eyes and no idea how much danger she's in. But the Moon Goddess has other plans. When the divine power that rules all wolf-kind publicly claims Zariah as Alaric's true mate-the one destiny chose before either of them drew breath-the world she was trying to survive becomes a battlefield. The wolf who was promised to Alaric, Seraphine Duvall, has waited her whole life to be Luna. She didn't wait centuries to lose everything to a human with no wolf, no power, no right to stand beside her Alpha. Seraphine will use everything-blood magic, pack law, political manipulation-to destroy the woman who stole her future. But Seraphine underestimated three things: The strength of a woman who has spent her life fighting for everything she has. The obsession of an Alpha who will destroy anyone who threatens what's his. And the power of a Goddess who does not tolerate disrespect toward her chosen. Zariah Cole is human. She is not weak. And she is not alone. When the divine chooses the human over the pureblood, when the Alpha chooses love over duty, when the underdog becomes the untouchable- War is just the beginning.

"Snow on Her Skin" He bullied her. He broke her. Then he gave her twins. Amara came to Russia for a degree and a new life. What she found was Dima Volkov - cold, cruel, and impossibly magnetic. He mocked her curves, her accent, her very existence... until the night he couldn't look away anymore. One mistake. One night without protection. Now she's carrying his babies - two boys - and the man who once pushed her away is suddenly on his knees, begging to stay. But forgiveness isn't free. And love built on betrayal always carries scars. A steamy, emotional second-chance romance with enemies-to-lovers tension, surprise pregnancy, twins, and a possessive hero who will fight the world to keep the family he almost destroyed. Content warnings: bullying, dub-con elements, pregnancy troupe, explicit scenes

In 1966, Tallulah-Mae, finds herself attracted to a man she knew was far from her reach. When the attraction is reciprocated, she can only hope others don't catch on to their relationship knowing segregated Georgia was unkind to people like them. How far will she go for her safety and the unexpected surprise after a passionate night?

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?