Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. "You really don't." - Honesty, a Black girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. lives in Brick City, a row of red-brick apartments know for gangbangers and old grandmothers who yearn for a better place to live. She works nights at a corner store, saving every dollar to get her little brother out of the environment before he becomes part of it. She doesn't have time for love, drama, or distractions. Then Cesar, a quiet white boy with a raspy voice and sweet way with words, moves into the building next door. Who is just trying to make a living off his mechanic job. What happens when these two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. #2 hoodlove #4 bwwm #3 blacklove

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Riani, feeling eyes on her Iooked over seeing Kiari staring at her. "Why are you staring." Riani chuckled playing in Kiaris hair. "You're just beautiful." He shrugs still not looking away. "Oh for real." She asked breaking out into a smile and he hummed in response. Riani stares back into Kiari's low redish eyes before smiling and pecking his lips. He grabbed her neck kissing her back, then backing away and running his tongue across his bottom lip as he stared at her some more. "I love you, Riani." He finally got it off his chest. Something that he has been waiting to tell her for the longest.

Serenity [Sir-ren-ity] : The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. Chaos [Kay-os] : Complete disorder and confusion. ♕♕♕ With being the Don of one of the biggest and baddest mafia families Luciano was never at ease with himself. He never felt like he was sane. Always shedding blood, murdering, selling drugs, robbing banks. He was so much chaos. He needed peace. Serenity's life was agonizingly calm. She thought it was boring with her simple routine of wake up, eat, read, sleep, maybe- if she's lucky, go out with friends, then repeat. Boring cycle of truth. She wanted some spice. Some chaos. ♕♕♕ "I just told you that I'm making you come with me to Italy- a whole other country and you're response was 'YES' ?" Luciano watched me with admiration in his dark grey eyes. I shrugged, "Yeah. I'm bored. Like..painfully bored." Luciano's eyebrow stayed raised and his eyes stayed admiring my words. "Aren't you a little crazy thing huh Bella..I'll keep that in mind." ♕♕♕ Ever since that 1 night Serenity went out with her college friend group and ran into a murder/torture fight in the tight alley way of Chicago, she's been on Luciano's mind. As him, on hers. The two were attracted to each other because of good and bad things. Luciano's attraction to Serenity was simply because her aura radiated that she was sane. Safe. Serenity's attraction to Luciano was the complete opposite. Call her crazy if you will but, a tall, handsome, Italian mafia Don was exactly what she was craving for. 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 ♕♕♕ STARTED - March 18, 2022 ENDED - February 12, 2023

She's a quiet BBW college girl who mind her business and stay out the way. They was never supposed to cross paths but once they do, danger, and love mixed with the streets. And when you fall for a man like him... there ain't no such thing as safe.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.