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[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn ---------------------- Julie pov I screamed at him as I tried to break free from the grip of his hands to reach for his belt, his body, anything belonging to him: "I don't care! I want you to fuck me now... do you understand?" ///////////////////////// Robert pov She said defiantly: "I'll do it myself," and placed her trembling fingers on her pussy. I pounced on her and gripped her hands tightly: "What are you doing, you crazy girl?!" She screamed as she tried to escape: "Let me go to get rid of this agony! If you don't want to fuck me, let me save myself!" I was pressing on her hands to restrain her, and she took advantage of my proximity and kissed me hungrily. I pulled my lips away from her with difficulty, while my body was screaming to throw myself on top of her and touch every inch of her. I was burning too, seeing her in this miserable state. She looked into my eyes deeply and said in a tone that made my world reel: "Robert... take my virginity... make me scream your name, Robert." ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

“This world is built on lies. If you want to keep it alive, make sure none of them are exposed. They must never reach his ears.” As long as Shuu could remember, these words had governed his life. Abandoned at the grand temple and forsaken by the gods, Shuu grew up powerless in a world that valued nothing else. Survival was never guaranteed, especially for someone like him. Yet he had one talent-he could read fortunes, and he never got them wrong. His future was decided early. He would serve the temple until his debt was paid, then fade away. But during the Hero’s fortune reading, Shuu made a single mistake. One moment was enough to strip him of his place and throw him into exile-only to be taken in by the very Hero who caused it, a man whose presence turns Shuu’s life completely off course. And as Shuu is pulled deeper into the Hero’s path, he begins to realize that something about the Hero and his companions is deeply wrong-something he cannot yet name, but cannot ignore. __________ Please leave a review. Also warning, will have Mpreg (around ch 70ish) . If it's not your cup of tea, just be careful

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

{{DARK ROMANCE}} Warning: Mature content(18+) This story contains dark romance, possessive characters, questionable decision, and dangerously obsessive love. Expect morally gray men, intense tension, and scenes that may leave you questioning everyone’s sanity… including mine for writing it. ... Have you ever felt someone watching you… so closely that it feels as though your very soul belongs to them? Someone who would snap a man’s neck with his bare hands over a single whisper of disrespect… and lay the severed head at your feet as if it were the most precious gift in the world. Yes. That is my fate. My name is Adeline. A dying village girl with no crown, no power… and barely a month left to live. When a royal decree summons every eligible woman to the prince’s bride-selection ball, I have no desire to go. I have no desire to dream of a future that will never belong to me. But my mother insists. She wants me to see a brighter life than the one she was forced to endure. I never expected to be chosen. I never expected to survive the deadly trials. As the soon to be wife of Prince Nathan. To him, I am nothing more than a mistake dragged into the palace. His cruelty follows me through every corridor. He even once stripped me bare, leaving me to die in the rain. But I am not alone. Because every night… He visits my dreams. My terror. A voice that coils around my thoughts. A touch that never truly claims me… yet leaves my body trembling as if it already belongs to him. And in the daylight, there is the king. The vampire king. The king of Valempire. The most feared and ruthless ruler. A man whose gaze lingers on me far longer than it should. A man whose presence makes my heart race in a way that feels strangely… familiar. Perhaps it is only my imagination. Or perhaps some monsters do not wait in the darkness. And if a monster becomes obsessed with you… The real question is not whether you will survive. It is whether you will ever escape. {If you enjoyed stories like Married to the Devil’s Son, The Crown’s Obsession, or The Duke’s Masked Wife, then this story might be just for you.} Discord: thaymi_1 NOTE: The book cover belong to the author, do not reuse it.

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

“I hear you would do anything for the right price. If that's the case, then I would like to hire you. How much would you charge?” - Daniel Park, aka Fenrir, knew his reckless decision to earn money would bite him in the ass one day. He just did not expect it to happen so soon. After finally running away from the mafia, all Daniel needed to do was repay his debt to the ‘Den.’ Once he did, he and his brother would be free to live their lives. What he failed to account for was the obsession of the Alpha who had been obsessed with him from a young age. Daniel might have escaped the Den, but he was never able to run away from it. At least, not while the Young Master still had a hold on him. __________ “See, I told you that we are made for each other. No matter where you run and no matter what you do, you will always come back to me. After all, you became an omega because of me, and I became an alpha for your sake.” Young Master Ivan’s sinful voice sounded like melted lust. There was no reasoning with an alpha in rut. In the end, no matter how much Daniel suffered and how far he tried to run, he was bound by the dark obsession of an alpha standing at the top of the food chain. He never had a choice to run in the first place. __________ R18, Smut, Omegaverse, BL, Yaoi, Possessive, Alpha, Dark, BDSM…I don’t want to tag more…

Mu Chen lands a spot on a top-notch special ops team at this super high-tech military base, where honestly, everyone's watched like they're just another piece of equipment, guides and sentinels alike. Officially, he's supposedly a weak, late bloomer guide, brought in because they're short on people and the higher-ups are hoping to collect some new intel. But the real deal? He's secretly packing some serious power that, if anyone found out, would land him locked up, cut open for study, or stuck with them forever. The team's field leader is Ye Fan, a legendary A-tier sentinel who's got a reputation for being incredibly tough to control and having practically zero compatibility with guides. He's not exactly thrilled about Mu Chen joining, thinks the timing of the transfer is sketchy, and gets a weird vibe from him – too quiet, too polished, like a signal that just won't decode. Mu Chen keeps a low profile, playing the part of a harmless newbie while he figures out all the team's protocols: how to get permission to link up, compatibility ratings, and surveillance that even digs into their private thoughts. As the missions get more intense and the system gets more suffocating, Mu Chen ends up saving people over and over in ways that just look like sheer luck or skill. Except Ye Fan can sense the truth behind it every single time, like a wave of relief he never expected. Their connection builds under the intense pressure of the unit: stolen moments of kindness between missions, silent acts of protection, and a spark that gets seriously risky because it's totally off-limits. The more the institute tries to keep them in check, the more Mu Chen has to gamble with exposing his true self. And the more Ye Fan has to figure out if he'll stick to the rules of the system that made him, or torch the whole thing to keep Mu Chen safe.

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

She was called a slut by the world, trapped in a place she never chose. Untouched. Hidden. Sold for a price no one could afford. Until one night, a ruthless mafia king paid millions for her. But instead of breaking her, he became obsessed with the innocence she tried to hide. In a world of darkness, will she escape him… or fall into something even more dangerous?

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy / Found family [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her find him a wife. But he has no intention of choosing anyone even Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As mysteries turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * High Stake Mystery: They try to untangle themselves from the Farrington’s trap. * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, It I s not in my place to—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

She married him to survive. He married her to use her. Lena Carter knew exactly what she was walking into—a cold, calculated contract marriage with Ethan Carter, a man who doesn’t believe in love and doesn’t tolerate disobedience. To him, she is nothing more than a tool. A replaceable one. But Lena refuses to play the role he assigned her. She sets rules. She pushes back. She challenges a man who is used to controlling everything. And for the first time in his life— Ethan Carter meets something he cannot control. ⸻ What begins as a business arrangement quickly turns into a dangerous game of power, desire, and pride. Because the more he tries to break her— the more he finds himself losing control because of her. And when control turns into obsession… walking away may no longer be an option. ⸻ Because in this game— someone is going to lose everything.

Tiara, 26 years old, wanted to breathe and grow up in fresh air, was determined not to get married. She was afraid of being in relationship. In the journey of her becoming a strong , independent woman she met an actor and ceo Wang Bo Lan who made her realize what relationship they both can made.The silent promise they both made when tied knot. Let's see how they keep their promise at the end of days,what would they gain from their relationship .

Cornered by humans in the dwindling vampiric population, Dulce Monteserrat simply wants a companion. One that wouldn't betray his trust and turn him to the human guards ever on his heels, and one that would live longer than the average human. So he decides to summon a hound from the hells, a loyal beast to sit with him by the warm hearth. Only things don't go quite as planned, the first, second, and third time over... He finally gets his Hellhound but now he is surrounded by dangerous Demons he can't seem to get rid off. The noble Fiend he summoned no longer seem as eager to leave despite his pretenses and the Shadow Demon on a mission is starting to take things easy. At each other's necks from their first meeting, don't put the Vampire in the middle! The suave Incubus made his stance clear from the start, he had no intentions to leave, willing to fulfill Dulce's request of companionship, however that includes employee benefits - This Incubus needs to eat! And his precious Hellhound who had brought him so much trouble is dissatisfied with simply being a pet. "Can I be Master's mate?" DISCLAIMER: The cover does not belong to me, if you would like it to be taken down, a simple request will suffice.

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?

Yvette Swan grew up believing she was the daughter of a powerful mafia family. But after the real heiress returned, everything changed. Once adored, she became nothing more than a tolerated mistake. Still, one person remained on her side. Her older brother Nathan. Until the night she woke up beside his corpse. Framed for his murder with the dagger her father had once gifted her, Yvette is dragged into the Swan family's torture chamber. Her father watches coldly as her nails are ripped out. Her fiancé kisses her sister while she screams. And the family she once loved condemns her to death without hesitation. Her last thought is a vow. If she ever gets another chance, she will make them all pay. But fate has other plans. Rescued from the brink of death, Yvette awakens in the mansion of the powerful Quinn family. Their missing daughter, Isabelle, has vanished without a trace. And Yvette looks exactly like her. With a new name, a new family, and a powerful fiancé waiting for a political marriage, Yvette sees her chance. The soft girl died in the torture chamber. Now she will rise as Isabelle Quinn. And when she returns, the Swans will learn exactly what kind of monster they created.

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

“You need a wife.” She said. “What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive. “I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. “Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline. “I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. Without giving him time to react, she kissed him. Damn! She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her. She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love. This was not love. Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more. And she should feel the same way. No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier. Then, she gradually pulled her lips away. “Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity. “No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his. Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it. “And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple. The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her. “As I said, marry me?” *** Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

"Let me go!" I screamed, pounding his chest and trying to get out of his arms. His embrace is the last place I want to be, no matter how warm it feels against the chill, rainy night. "Lyra, calm down!" He commands, his tone authoritative, while he tries to gather my flying limbs. If he thinks barking orders like he is in the military is going to calm me, then he doesn't know the crazy woman he is dealing with. I continued to scream like I was being molested while demanding that he let me go. Words I mixed with 'I hate you.' As if he understands that only a drastic move would calm the situation down, he leans down and kisses me. There is no one Lyra hates more than Ryan Blackwell, a man she believes destroyed her life several years ago. So why then does her heart flutter like a hummingbird when he is near, and her body tremble at his touch? They say only a thin line separates love and hatred, and Lyra is about to find out how true these words are. Is Ryan truly the one who ruined her life, or has Lyra been wrong all this time?

[MATURE CONTENT: 18+ ONLY. HEAVY SMUTS, POSSESIVE AND STRONG SPICY LANGUAGE] I was most definitely tempted, because those initial thoughts drifted to much dirtier territory as I imagined Stevie completely naked, Straddling my hips as we fucked, those full, firm tits jiggling as she bounced enthusiastically on my cock. It wasn't the first time she'd starred in my illicit fantasies, and my neglected dick was completely on board with the idea, Thickening in my slacks as another forbidden vision played through my mind, of pounding into her from behind, her silky hair wrapped tight around my fist. My fingers twitched as I envisioned pulling her head back and holding her in place as I drove deep into her pussy, her soft ass cushioning my driving thrusts as she moaned my name… ——————— She spent a year flirting with Caleb across conference rooms and cocktail parties. One night she stopped flirting and started something she couldn't take back. The plan was to leave by sunrise. Clean. Simple. Nobody had to know. His ex-wife showed up at dawn. Now Caleb needs a girlfriend. A real-looking one, fast, before the custody hearing. He needs it to be Stevie. Two months, fifty thousand dollars, and one very complicated little boy who already likes her more than he should. Stevie knows how to manage a narrative. She does it for a living. She just didn't plan on the narrative managing him.

​[R18] [Mature Content] [Enemies-to-Lovers] [Slow Burn] ​Warning: This novel contains mature themes, high-tension office encounters, and dark romantic elements. Valeria is a medical dropout with a steady hand and a cold heart, running an underground clinic in the lawless shadows of District 4. But she isn't just treating the wounded; she’s hunting. Driven by a singular blood-oath to destroy the elite cabal that burned her father’s empire to ash, Valeria has spent years tracing the paper trail of her family's ruin. ​To get to the top of the food chain, she’s forced to infiltrate the inner circle of the man she hates most – Alaric Von. The Devil CEO was a silent witness to her father’s fall, and now, Valeria is his personal secretary —a position she intends to use to bleed his secrets dry. ​Now, trapped between a vengeful fiancé who demands her loyalty and a man who treats her like a tool "no longer needed," Valeria’s mission is spiraling. As the lines between her vengeance and her heart begin to blur, she’s forced to face a devastating question: Does she finally plunge the knife into his heart, or does she surrender as he pins her against the very desk where he signed her father’s ruin? ​One contract. Two shattered pasts. A sting that goes deeper than any needle.