"You still like it slow?" I murmur, brushing my lips along her jaw, her ear, the fluttering pulse at her throat. "Or do you want me to fuck you like all my nights in Athens and Marseille have had me forget how to be gentle?" ────🌠──── 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙊'𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡 was sixteen, the DA's perfect daughter with a taste for dangerous boys. 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙨 was nineteen, heir to a crime family and already soaked in blood. But she made him soft, and he made her reckless - until one violent night shattered everything. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 - 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. Now, six years later, Summer's father is running for Congress, and his campaign is unearthing ghosts best left buried. And Summer and Orion are forced back into each other's lives. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"Ellis-" I squeak, heat radiating from my cheeks as he bends me over the back of his pristine couch. It's way too late at night, and I'm praying Beth doesn't wake up to find us here. Her best friend and her estranged father. "You wanna avoid me in my own house after weeks of begging to ride my cock and stay tied up in my bed? Fine." His lips fan slightly warm air across the back of my neck while his calloused hands firmly reclaim what I've been purposely withholding. My waist, my ass, pulling up my skirt. "Tell me how you'd like to be punished, Darling. Beg. If you're lucky, I won't ignore your request like you've ignored me." ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ Is your best friend asking you to move to Boston for the summer so she can reconnect with her estranged, ex-military sniper father? When you get there, is her father six-foot-five and deliciously aged? Is he all broad muscle and sweaty morning jogs? Does he make edits in the margins of your first draft manuscript... about BDSM? If you answered yes, you may be Darling Fields. ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ #1 in #lanadelrey 12/24/2025 #1 in #author 1/6/2025

"Be a good student, baby, and open your mouth for me." . . . In which 20-year-old Alyssa Silvestro decides to seduce her professor, who happens to be the older brother of her cheating ex-boyfriend. Revenge is best served cold, is what they say.

"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.

In which, a blind business tycoon gets assigned to a nymphomaniac nurse _____________________________________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 ssybahz (Started: March 7th, 2021, Completed: September 26th, 2021) After losing his eyesight in an accident, Ares Elliott Estevan distances himself from everyone. Fortunately for Adrianna Blair Campbell, who happens to know just the perfect way to cure him. _______________________________________________ ***Warning: Heavy and explicit sexual content. Recommended for 18+ and above. Do not proceed if you don't like these kind of things. Read the preface.******* #1 in hot #1 in seduction #1 in adultfiction #1 in nymphomaniac #1 in lust #1 in plottwist #1 in sensual #1 in matureaudience #1 in age-gap #2 in fiction #1 in passionate #1 in mysteryromance #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in desire

WIP - unsure when will be completed Erotic romance rewrite of "Ride Me" The new story of Harley and Colten! You do NOT need to read the original to follow along to this one. *MATURE CONTENT* How quickly can one's life change? For better or for worse. It seems Harley can't catch up to her rollercoaster of a new life. She never planned to go to her fathers funeral let alone fall for her brothers best friend. "Don't think I won't f!ck you in front of this entire bar, angel." His low voice vibrated to his fingers. They felt the silk panties, rubbing the slickness against them.

Vanina Castillo leads an ordinary life as a High School teacher, that is, until a former pro athlete, aka her childhood crush, moves in next door. Frederich Kuhl has finally come to grips with his past and is ready to move forward with his life. The last thing he needs is another woman complicating things, no matter how gorgeous she may be. Comments & reviews: "I have read this 3 times now, cause i love it so much, and i fall in love with it a little more everytime ❤️❤️" - readingobsessedgirl "Really loved the book.. also no drama and stupid descisions. And loved the slow burn." - CarolineR1993 "Best book I've read in ages! Loved it! Thank you! You should be very proud! X" - Milgrattidge01 © 2018, Netflix-and-cry.

𝘿𝙤𝙢•𝙞•𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 Details and control are what Avery Hensley knows best - the two things that have gotten her to her CEO position after a tough start in life - one that she doesn't fully remember. When Avery's livelihood is threatened by a past shadow, her boyfriend Miles brings his best friend and ex FBI partner, Liam, in as an acting bodyguard. But the closer Liam gets, the harder it is for Avery to keep a lock on her beloved self-control. And when Liam and Miles surround her? It's impossible. *𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞*

Callie: The past is the past, right? Or so they say, or whatever. I've let mine define me for the past five years. No relationships, no cuddling, and definitely no sleepovers. All I need is a good romp in the hay, my sex-positive radio show, and my best friend Jade. Until him. Dex. He broke the cycle of meaningless one-night stands and showed me how true love should be. He even helped me tackle my demons once and for all. Dex: She broke my heart. After four years, she cheated on me the moment she could. And the idiot I am, I call into a radio station pleading with the hosts for help on getting over the heartbreak. And the moment a goddess walked into the kitchen of my frat house offering me a beer, I took their advice. I hooked up with her, thinking that would be it. But little did I know Callie would be the center of my world if only I could convince her she was worthy. ■■ Spin-off of Sex and Writing. You don't have to read it first. ■■■ Mature. Updates weekly.

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.