Crave Antonyms

“I'm so sorry, Leo,” I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. Tears of guilt and self-blame streamed down my cheeks as I stood before him, eyes cast downward. Despite the fact that I was his prisoner and he was my warden, I couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to him. I told him, “It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you go-” “Damn it, Alessandra. I don't want your apology,” Leonardo snapped, lifting my chin with a firm finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. His voice was hard as steel as he continued, “I want you to write a fucking essay about how much you think about me. How you crave my touch. I want to hear you say you love me, because I swear it in this life, mia principessa, there won't be anyone else but me.” ----------------------------------------------------- When Alessandra Scavelli is forced into marrying Leonardo De Castello, her childhood sweetheart turned feared mafia kingpin, her world is thrown into chaos. Leonardo, still madly in love with her, sees this as a chance to reclaim their lost romance. Alessandra, however, is torn by a secret mission handed to her by her family: infiltrate Leonardo's syndicate and bring it down from within. As she delves into Leonardo's dangerous world, Alessandra finds herself conflicted between her family’s demands and the undeniable pull of her own heart. The once clear lines between loyalty and love blur, and she must navigate a treacherous path where betrayal lurks at every corner. Will Alessandra follow through with her family's plan, or will she surrender to the passion that threatens to consume her?

Life can be cruel. One moment you’re on the verge of reaching the peak of your career, your sweetheart of five years finally down on one knee, promising forever. The next, your world burns to ashes—literally. Now, I’m not just a prisoner; I’m the plaything of the most feared man in the country. I told myself I hated him, that I’d never break. But what kind of woman starts to crave the way he owns her body, the way his touch sets her on fire? How do you survive when the man who owns you is as ruthless as he is captivating? How do you escape a man who makes you question everything, even your sanity? ~~ When her father’s PTSD causes a catastrophic accident, Lucia Castellano finds herself at the mercy of Dante Romano, a man whose name strikes fear into the heart of Chicago’s criminal underworld. Taken as a slave to pay for her father’s alleged crime, Lucia is thrown into a world of power, control and dangerous seduction. Dante’s control is absolute, his touch both punishing and addictive. What starts as a fight for survival turns into a dangerous game of submission and trust. But as the lines blur between captor and captive, Lucia begins to unravel a dark truth: Dante is haunted by a past that binds them more deeply than she ever expected. Together, they must uncover a web of lies to uncover the truth behind the fire that changed both their lives forever. Author’s Note: This book contains explicit content, strong language, violence, and other adult themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…

They say the Blood Moon Pack are bloodthirsty monsters—merciless and savage. And their Alpha, Killian Nightbane, is the most ruthless of them all. A beast feared across the realm. But there’s one more secret… The Blood Moon Pack is cursed. No member has ever found their true mate. Then came an alliance with a rival pack… and Isabella Hart—an omega traded like a peace offering, sacrificed to a rival pack’s most ruthless Alpha. Fragile. Unwanted. Alone. Everyone believes she is the weakest she-wolf alive. What they don’t know? A rare white wolf stirs inside her—ancient, powerful, and chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. A power she has never fully awakened… a power the world isn’t ready for. Killian never wanted her. His heart already belonged to another—the woman who once saved his life. His duty as Alpha forced him into marriage, so he vowed to destroy Isabella, to make her existence unbearable, to loathe her with every breath. Yet… Every time he touches her, something ignites. A spark too dangerous to ignore. A pull too primal to deny. His wolf doesn’t crave war… It craves her. Hungry. Possessive. Unrelenting. A need that claws beneath his skin, demanding the bond he swore would never exist. And as Isabella steps foot into the Blood Moon territory, the impossible begins to happen— Borders fall to rogues. The curse stirs. And the pack itself shifts around her. Now Killian stands torn between hate and desire, duty and instinct. As Alpha, he must protect his Luna. As a man drowning in resentment… part of him wants to let her burn.

I was eighteen when I left Italy for Chicago. My brother Leo handed me over to his most powerful ally for “protection.” Don Damien Volkov. His eyes locked on me the first time we met. They never looked away. By day, I was his private doctor. By night, I was the only thing in his bed. His seduction was a slow, deliberate hunt. The way his body brushed against mine during an exam. A stray kiss that landed behind my ear. The weight of his hand resting on the small of my back. I fell fast and hard for his dark charm. I gave myself to him, letting him claim me, again and again. For four years, our affair was a secret hidden in the shadows. In that time, he sculpted my body, teaching it to crave his touch, molding me into his perfect obsession. Then she came back. Isabella, his exiled ex-fiancée. He sent his private jet for her. I swallowed my pride and crashed his reunion. An hour ago, his hands, still smelling of blood, gripped my chin. He forced his kiss on me. But now, right in front of me, he was stroking another woman's hair. "Elara, you're the one who climbed into my bed four years ago." "You act like a whore, but you expect me to treat you like a Donna?" The way he looked at Isabella was so tender. The way he looked at me was pure scorn. Shame burned through me. Head down, I sent my brother a coded text. Accept the Moretti proposal. I looked up. A smile bloomed on my face. "Fine. Then this is goodbye, Damien."

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body, pussy dripping with every brutal thrust he made deeper into my cunt. My back arched off the bed, and my lips parted… body trembling as every stroke pushed me closer to shattering completely. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their names in every hidden corner of the city… right under your ex-fiancé's nose? I should not crave them. I should not melt when Zavian's fingers dig into my hips while Caspian's mouth does sinful things between my thighs. I should not ache for the way they unravel me completely, turning me into a desperate, trembling mess who can't remember why she ever tried to resist… but I do. And they've made damn sure I understand that my body doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to them.

"You don't belong in this world of mine," Liam whispered, his lips inches from mine. "But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go." "I want to stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm falling for you too, Liam." - I should be sneering, laughing even. How blind could he be? Liam Sterling—the killer, master manipulator, the ruthless, untouchable king of New York’s underworld—brought to his knees by the one woman sworn to tear him apart. For years, revenge was all I had. Liam destroyed my family, tore my life apart, leaving me with nothing but rage. I rebuilt myself piece by piece, every step driven by the thought of making him pay. But then... I got close to him. Close enough to touch. His touch is fire, burning through every wall I’ve built. Each kiss, every stolen moment, weakens my defenses, awakening a need that terrifies me. How can I want him like this? Crave him, when every scar I carry is a reminder of all he’s taken? I should hate him. I should destroy him. But when he looks at me, when he holds me like I’m something he needs to protect, I’m lost. And as I watch him break, all I feel is a strange, hollow ache where satisfaction should be. How can I keep fighting him, when I’m already falling, already broken, for the man I was supposed to ruin?

CONTENT WARNING: This book is a dark MM romance and is purely fiction. None of the deplorable actions of the characters are acceptable in any way or form. ------------------------------------- Some traps are impossible to escape… especially the ones you walk into. Julian Cross has always been a good person. Soft-spoken and loyal, he’s the kind of person people trust… and use. He’s also been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember. So when his best friend asks for one thing, just one thing to make him happy, Julian says yes. All he has to do is get close to Nikolai Soren. A man who is cold, untouchable, dangerous. A man who doesn’t feel, doesn’t care, and doesn’t let anyone get close enough to matter. It should have been simple. A game. A plan. A means to an end. But nothing about Nikolai is simple. Not the way he looks at Julian like he already owns him. Not the way his touch burns, leaving behind something darker than desire. Not the way Julian starts to crave him… even when he knows he shouldn’t. Even when he knows it can cost him everything. Because Nikolai isn’t just a man. He’s control wrapped in violence. Obsession disguised as restraint. And once he decides something belongs to him… he doesn’t let it go. What started as a game… ends as an obsession. Now Julian is caught between loyalty and temptation, truth and deception, control and chaos. And the deeper he falls into Nikolai’s world, the harder it becomes to remember— Was he ever the one playing the game? Or was he the target all along?

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

Nia Ravanore found her mate at eighteen years old...... Alpha Dalton Howley and everything was perfect. But after six months of being together, she found him cheating with the Beta's sister, her supposedly friend. This was on the day of her Dad's funeral. It was the same day she learned how her father truly died and the same day that Dalton rejected her. - The lot abused her and forced her out of the pack. Anger, bitterness and hatred brewed in her heart, concocting a deadly agenda. Then she met the sexy Greek god, Lykoan Volkes. Mr. Mysterious and possessive who craves for the sparks they could create in his bed. Well, Nia's done with mates ― period! Tough for him! - When Dalton eventually comes begging for forgiveness and explains why he cheated on her, will Nia ever learn to forgive Dalton or will she move on to someone else? - Will it interfere with her plans for revenge? What choice will she make when Lykoan and Dalton are both hellbent on possessing her? - Find out in Dark Obsession for the Rejected Luna! - “Nia,” Lykoan cooed, lifting me from the table in a warm embrace. - Drained and defeated, I lean against him. - “When I come home, this is how I want to find you in my bed…fragrant and flavorful and begging for me…and when I finally let you have my dick, you'll have it over and over to the point where you'll be begging for me to stop." - A purr emanated from his throat. - Breathing slowly, I blinked wearily at him. - He chuckled, raking over the hair from my face. “For now, think about what makes you wet for me…think about why you cum for me…think about how you crave me…and dream of me while you sleep.”