SEQUEL TO "PAINT ME, PROFESSOR" | 18+ "You think I'm going to treat you differently now that you're my wife?" Chris asked, circling Ali. She wiggled her tied wrists to free herself, but she knew her efforts were futile. The blindfold wasn't helping either as anxiety and tension rose in her body. He stood behind her and gripped her tied wrists roughly, dragging them down until she fell to her knees with a loud thump. Ali gasped and tensed up as Chris caressed her naked body with his free hand. "Do you think I'll be nicer? Milder? Do you think I'll make love to you like a good husband?" Ali knew this feeling all too well, yet it never got old. Christopher Damon was the only person who had ever made her feel this way: dominated, worshipped, and free. Even now when they were older and she was no longer his student, she still felt his control, his power, his dominance. It was intoxicating and she wanted it all. "No Sir," she replied, gulping. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. "That's right," he said against her ear. He inhaled the lilac perfume in her hair, reminding himself to go slow. Chris ran his left hand up her arm as he got up from the floor. Ali felt the the cold golden ring on his finger as he did so, giving her goosebumps. What he said next, however, made a shiver run icily down her spine: "You're mine to do whatever I please." _____ This book is for mature audiences. You have been warned. 📝 Good Grammar Guaranteed Started: 19 February 2022 Finished: On-going

{18+ smut warning} "He doesn't satisfy like I do Anna, he doesn't touch you like I do and he certainly doesn't know how to fuck you like I do" Reid grips my hips and pulls me foward clashing into his hard chest. "Nobody fucks you like I do" He then smashed his lips to mine, our tounges dancing and moving in rythm with eachother. "Nobody" He murmers against my swollen lips. Book 2 of the his dancer series

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

This is a StudentxTeacher novel!! Un·as·sail·a·ble Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated. If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be un·as·sail·a·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were something dangerously unmoral, could we be questioned? Yes. Attacked? Of course. Defeated? Hell no. No one could break our magnetism. Our perfectly forbidden dalliance. It was exquisite, if you ask me. But every choice we make has its own repercussions, right? Doctor Vennberg is a thirty-five year old prestigious surgeon, being one of the greatest physicians there is. This year he tried doing something different and put a partial pause to his work at the hospital to teach at Cooley's university-one of the best colleges on science faculty. He's strict, arrogant, incredibly intelligent and annoyingly handsome. Now insert Amalia Knox, a 21 year old adventurous, beautiful and immensely smart first year medicine student. What will happen when they cross paths? There's a million reasons why they shouldn't be together, but what if the desire is stronger? What happens when they find themselves in a one way road, not being able to turn back?

Dawn Shen never thought she'd see the day when her mother, Gloria, finally found real love. After all, Gloria had been married before, but this time... this time it felt different. Gloria's fiancé, Richard Dante, was everything a woman could want-rich, powerful, heir to the vast Dante fortune. He had it all, and now, it seemed, he had Gloria too. But Dawn didn't know the full story. She didn't know that Richard's eyes kept straying back to her. Her. His soon-to-be stepdaughter. Richard Dante may be the son of a devil, but when his oldest friend-Gloria-asks for his help, he can't refuse. What he doesn't expect, however, is to be forced into marrying Gloria to keep a dangerous lunatic off her trail... and to keep Dawn in his life. He never planned to be entangled with the voluptuous, intoxicating woman who so effortlessly invaded his every thought. Dawn was everything he couldn't have-her scent, her hair, her taste... if only he could have it all to himself. He wants her more than he's ever wanted anything. But there's a problem: Dawn hates him. What starts as a reluctant, unspoken bond between them turns into something darker, more sensuous, and utterly forbidden. Neither of them can fight it, and neither of them can escape the path they're on-racing toward an inevitable, uncelebrated chaos. A doom of their own making. The question now is not whether they will fall, but how far they are willing to chase the fire that threatens to consume them both. How deep are they willing to go in the name of passion, obsession, and destruction? [The Fourth Book of V-Series] A Standalone Novel. Completed.

Venus Williams had everything most could only dream of-a life of privilege, sophistication, and the kind of effortless success that came from never having to struggle. At Burbington High, she was untouchable, a student of high society, reigning supreme as Student President. Politics, manipulation, and control were her weapons, and she wielded them with precision. But there was one thing she had never known: the true depth of love or pleasure, and, perhaps more crucially, the harsh sting of pain. Her life was a perfect, curated world, until she found herself stuck in the most unlikely of places-a tight corner, humiliated and sneered at by none other than Frank Harris, the school's janitor. The encounter was unexpected, and frankly, beneath her. Venus wasn't used to being challenged, let alone being taken down a peg by someone like him. Frank Harris had seen the worst life had to offer. Born from the grittiest circumstances, he had learned early that good things never lasted, that hope was a fleeting thing. He had long since stopped believing in anything but his own resilience. Yet, he couldn't seem to avoid Venus. She was always there, in the most compromising of situations, and every time they crossed paths, they couldn't help but clash. Their exchanges were filled with biting sarcasm, insults, and a constant, unsaid tension. They bickered, they degraded each other, and still, they circled around one another, two forces that couldn't help but collide. Neither was willing to admit it, but something about the constant pull between them was undeniable. The question remained: How long would they keep circling? And when the inevitable finally happened, would they crash, or would something deeper, darker, rise between them-something neither of them was prepared to face? [ The Fifth Book of V-Series] A Standalone Novel.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

❝ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 ❞ He knew how wrong it was. Even though he knew it and repeated it every day in his mind, he couldn't stop. He wanted her to look at him and only him. He felt like a teenager who had a silly crush on his teacher. A forbidden love he could never possess. Only this time the feelings were nothing like a silly teenage crush. It wasn't an inane crush, no, the feelings were way too much for him to handle. Something he had never felt before, with his heart beating at an animalistic speed. He always wanted to see her smile and it broke his heart whenever she cried. Theo didn't notice when he had lowered his lips to her and was about to kiss her senseless until he felt soft hands on his shoulders, pushing him away. "Theo stop. It isn't right." Inez whispered as she turned her head towards the side and blushed furiously. • • • In a world full of lies and deceptions, 19-year-old Inez Benedict lost the only 2 people she trusted the most. Her parents. Now left with their whole fortune and a prodigious business empire which she cannot take over until she is 21, she must tackle enemies and choose friends wisely just to survive. Theodore (Theo) Cunningham, known as "The King" of the business world, famous for his brooding personality and his multibillion-dollar business empire, must take care of his late stepbrother's daughter whom he hasn't met since she was just a toddler. He finds it difficult to remain just her guardian when troublesome feelings start to take root. Will he be able to resist the brown-haired and much younger beauty or would he give in to his forbidden desires? ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ !MATURE CONTENT!