Collarbone Kisses Novels & Stories

He’s rich, reckless, and dangerously charming. She’s the maid who was never supposed to matter. Zara Blake never imagined she’d end up scrubbing floors in the infamous Wolfe estate. With a scholarship to maintain and no time for distractions, the last thing she needs is Damien Wolfe—the arrogant, tattooed billionaire who treats maids like playthings, fixating on her. But Damien isn’t used to being told no. And Zara’s sharp tongue and quiet fire only make him crave her more. As boundaries blur and tension ignites, secrets from the past start creeping back, along with old lovers, cruel staff, and a father who controls everything with a cold smile. He wants her obedience. She wants her freedom. But what happens when desire starts to feel like something deeper? And what if loving Damien Wolfe means losing herself in the process? A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with scandal, jealousy, forbidden kisses, and the kind of love that could either ruin or redeem them both.

Gigi William,a first year student in the university has a crush on final student Michael Luthra. She letter learns that they were engaged when young........ Michael Luthra, a final student at the University and a mafia prince. He is forced to get married to his fianceé before inheriting the Luthra Empire. Michael is conflicted as he doesn't love the woman he was engaged to.......Read to find more about their marriage. ****** He crashes his lIps against mine without warning and pulls me impossibly close to him. Without hesitating, I open my mouth and he eagerly delves in nipping and sucking. I wrap my hands around his neck but he takes them and holds it above my head. His kisses are full of hunger, Making me lose control. He lifts my top over my head and unclasp my bra with one hand before sliding it to the floor. He breaks the kiss and lifts his body off mine, he slides my panties off.

The year my boyfriend is dead broke, I leave him. Later, he becomes a mafia boss and uses every means at his disposal to marry me. Everyone says that I am the first love he can never forget, the wife he cares about the most. However, he then starts bringing home a different woman every night, making me a laughingstock. Still, I don't cry or make a fuss. I quietly stay in my own room, never interrupting his affairs. Elton Carter is furious. He pins me beneath him, kisses me harshly, and growls, "Aren't you jealous?" He has no idea that I'm gravely ill. He could buy half the city with violence, threats, and money. He could buy my freedom, my marriage… and each night bring a different woman home, oblivious to the truth. Little does he know, I have just seven days left to live.

Content Warning: This is a collection of dark, steamy age-gap romances centered on marriage, possession, and angst. These are stories where vows are a transaction, love is a battlefield, and the only happy ending is the one they fight for. He is always the other father—the guardian, the protector, the older man forced into a role he never asked for. She is the complication, the temptation, the younger woman who disrupts his carefully controlled world. Their unions are never simple. A marriage contract for protection. A vow sworn in desperation. A wedding to secure a future for a child. But behind every practical arrangement lies a dangerous, simmering tension that vows alone can't contain. This collection delivers standalone stories where passion is a privilege earned only after "I do." Expect charged glances across crowded rooms, kisses that feel like claims, and the slow, angsty burn of a man who believes he doesn't deserve her, fighting the overwhelming need to make her his in every way. For readers who like their romance dark, their heroes possessive, and their happy endings hard-won.

They were never supposed to be family. And they were never supposed to fall in love. Stephen has it all, he was the football captain, campus god, and dangerously charming. Hayden? He's the rival to his stepbrother, one who stole his girlfriend out of pure spite. After an explosive fight lands them both in detention, one impulsive kiss sets off a chain reaction of forbidden desire, brutal self-discovery, and secrets too dangerous to share. Stephen is bisexual. Hayden is homophobic, or so he claims. But when their mom forces them to share a dorm, the hate turns into heat, and the rivalry into something far more complicated. They can’t stand each other. They can’t escape each other. And the worst part? They don’t want to. Sneaky kisses, heated tension and jerking off to each other when the other can't hear, they end up in a maze of forbidden desires. But in a world where football is king and image is everything, loving each other might be the most dangerous play of all.

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

I wasn't supposed to fall in love. My job was simple, spy on him, and help break Capo Enzo Valenti but now, I'm the one breaking. He kisses me like he owns me, f*cks me like I’m the only thing holding him together, and I let him. Every.Single.Time. Because somewhere between the lies and the orgasms? The lines blurred and my loyalties conflicted. My name is Alessandra, and I’m holding a knife to my husband’s back while begging him to f*ck me like I still belong to him. . . 🦋 When Alessandra Romano's sister angers the next Capo dei Capi Enzo Valenti, he picks her to replace Sofia. However, she has secrets, secrets that would make Enzo bury her. But, what happens when Alessandra finds out she's not the only one holding secrets in their marriage? Can a love built on lies survive the truth, or will they destroy each other the moment the masks come off?

"Now, mate. where are my kisses?" the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings angrily at his words. My wolf as if listening his voice scratched her ears. "Umm...." I shuffled on my seat trying to tackle his intense gaze. I bit my lip and a growled rumbled in his throat. f**k that was sexy. He leaned down so that his lips were bare inches away from mine. "Don't bite it. I want to do that." He whispered huskily. His minty sweet breath invaded my nostrils and I lost the contact with surrounding. Esma is a 25-year-old werewolf in the Blue Moon pack, where her father is Alpha. She has yet to meet her mate, which is unusual for werewolves. This all changes when she catches the delicious scent of strawberries and cardamom while her pack is being attacked by the ruthless wolf prince Alpha Reed Xander. Can Esma help him change his tyrannical path in life, lead him towards redemption and love or will follow him into his Darkness.

"I need you," he whispered as I felt the pressure of him at my entrance. "It hurts," I whimpered. "I will go as slow as you could endure," he said trailing soft kisses to my shoulder all the way to my ear. "Why can I not be free to find my mate? This is unfair to him," I said placing my hands on the king's firm chest. "Because you are mine, McKenna," he whispered. "I am for no one," I rebutted. "I will never hurt you, my love. If you want me to stop all you must do is ask," he said gathering my hands in his before he eased himself inside me. The myth of the bastards has been long gone from the texts of history. It has been said that this treachery of dragging bastards back hasn't occurred in the last hundred years as it became frowned upon. Some even say that the Moon Goddess will curse her werewolf children if this epidemic was to begin happening again. Why can't life just be simple?