The Automatic Fetish: The Law Of Value In Marx's Capital

RULES FOR SUBMISSIVE -𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥) What...! I close the folder and flip it over I'm really doing this? Me? I thought subs are slim? Maybe a tiny bit thick not a hundred and two kg woman! I've never been a small woman. My body announced me before I could and I've been told all my life to shrink it. But Banks looks at me like small isn't among the things he crave. So here I am, signing a contract to be worshipped by him while keeping a different identity for my escape. BANKS WELLINGTON : I heard her voice before seeing her, and knew I wanted her. Until I touched her, I've never felt a body so soft and mouth so ruthless. SOMNOPHILIA. BREATH PLAY.DUBCON. CNC.

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.

"On. Your. Knees." "Do it, Yvette," my tone held finality, but almost sounded like a plea. "Tsk tsk, Knox, my boy. You better watch daddy cum or no deal for you." "Please, Mr. Christopher," Yvette's voice finally broke after the long silence. "Anything but this," "Shhhh…" I peered from my side to see my father position himself between Yvette's legs. "You won't know a better experience after—" "Enough!" I snapped, rising to my feet. "Sit back down, boy," he threatened. I ignored him completely while helping Yvette down from his desk. "I am talking to you, Knox!" He snapped. "This is your only chance to get everything stated in your mother's will." I ignored him. "You just breached a necessary condition in this deal, Knox. Don't tell me you have feelings for this slut—" I slapped him twice as hard as he slapped Yvette earlier before he could finish his sentence. "You won't call her a slut or lay a fucking finger on her ever again," I lowered my voice while my eyes imprinted the seriousness of my words into his. Hell! "You dare to raise your hand at me because of her? I will make you pay heavily for this." I smirked without uttering a word. If only he knew how badly I wanted to devour him right now. "Touch her again, and we'll see who pays dearly for what." *** Yvette Morgan would do anything to save her dying mother. Anything. Knox Luther doesn't do feelings. He does strategy. And Yvette— desperate, is the perfect instrument for burning his father's world to the ground. The arrangement is never supposed to feel like anything until it feels like everything. Whose walls will crack first, and whose will crumble the hardest? WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes and very mature content!

In the midst of a joyous graduation day, tragedy strikes as Germ loses her parents, causing her world to crumble., exacerbated by her conniving uncle taking control of her parents' company and the only home she has ever known. Left with the responsibility of caring for her younger brother, Germ is forced to summon all her strength and carry on. However, their lives are still in jeopardy, as they find themselves relentlessly pursued by the shadows of their past. With no other choice, they make the painful decision to leave their familiar surroundings and seek refuge in a distant town. In this unfamiliar territory, Germ meticulously plots her revenge against those who have caused her immeasurable pain. It is in this tumultuous journey that Germ crosses paths with Jeremy Gray, a man reputed to be cold and emotionless. Is their relationship simply a contract marriage, or is there something more beneath the surface? As their turbulent relationship spirals further, Germ finally confronts Jeremy. "Why do you keep invading my bed even after our divorce?" she demands, her voice a mix of anger and vulnerability. Jeremy's eyes sparkle mischievously as he reveals the hidden clause in their divorce papers. "Everything I possess, my wealth, and even myself—I am all yours." Germ's frustration mounts. "Jeremy Gray, have you no boundaries?" she retorts, a mixture of disbelief and resignation in her voice. But Jeremy remains steadfast, asserting their destined connection. "You are meant to be mine. Let me have you, and I will give you more than you can imagine." Germ finds herself trapped in a turbulent tangle of love, betrayal, and desire. Will she succumb to Jeremy's possessive hold or find the strength to break free and forge her own path? " Desire" weaves a captivating tale of passion, power, and revenge.

I was engineered to kill men with a kiss. When my pleasure‑kill protocol glitches on a Bratva king and binds my system to his, he gives me a choice: become his contract wife… or be handed back to the monsters who built me I was trained to destroy men without leaving a mark. The Siren Protocol turned my body into a weapon—every nerve engineered to dismantle loyalty, erase secrets, and turn power into submission. One kiss, and I can crash a neural implant like a virus. Hidden behind a luxury cover identity, I’m waiting for my next directive when my door explodes inward and Kael Petrov walks in—Bratva heir, tech billionaire, and the most controlled man in the city. He thinks he’s here to extract a traitor using his accounts to leak Siren data. He doesn’t know the “escort” in front of him is the Siren asset he’s hunting. So, I do what I was built for. I kiss him. My pleasure‑kill protocol should drop him in eight seconds. Instead, his high‑grade implant bites back. My signal loops through his system and straight into mine, fusing us in a feedback circuit of raw, addictive sensation that neither of us can control. Instead of killing him, I bind myself to him. Now I’m collared in his tower, my systems synced to his, and he’s staring at me like I’m the most interesting problem he’s ever seen. To keep me out of Bratva torture cells but still under his eye, Kael gives me a brutal ultimatum: Marry him and live as his contract wife, or be handed to the men who will take me apart for parts. I was meant to end him. Falling for him was never part of the directive.

Celeste Virelli is not your typical private investigator. Sleek, calculating, and always three steps ahead, she specializes in one thing: seducing unfaithful husbands to trigger the fidelity clauses in their ironclad prenups. Her clients are wealthy women trapped in golden cages—wives who want out, but only if they can take half the fortune with them. Celeste doesn’t advertise. She doesn’t need to. Her name passes in whispers between yoga mats and charity galas, a whispered promise of justice wrapped in silk and steel. When Vivienne Cross, the young wife of tech mogul Julian Cross, walks into her office, Celeste expects another routine takedown. But Julian isn’t like the others. He’s elusive, calculating, and hiding more than just a wandering eye. As Celeste draws him into her web, she uncovers a deeper game—one that involves offshore accounts, a missing woman, and a secret that could destroy more than a marriage. For the first time, Celeste finds herself questioning the rules she’s lived by. Because this time, the seduction might not be an act. And the most dangerous lies aren’t the ones told in bed—they’re the ones we tell ourselves. The Seduction Clause is a taut, stylish psychological thriller about power, betrayal, and the cost of playing with fire where every glance is a gamble, and every kiss could be a weapon.