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BLURB: 18+ Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content warning ⚠️ This collection contains graphic sexual content, including rough sex, big age gaps in relationships, and subjects that are considered taboo or wrong. If you are easily upset by dark, shocking, or extreme topics, this book is not for you. He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television. His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere. My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me. He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out. I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair. He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

“You kept dancing for other men, knowing fully well that I was glaring at you. I wanted you to stop, come down from the pole and crawl to me like the slut that you are, but you didn't, did you?” His hands had pushed my panties aside, and flicking a finger through my folds, he let out a dark, primal chuckle. The fact that I couldn't see his face heightened my excitement and fear. I felt both in good measure. “So what are you going to do about it sir?” Lust had clouded my sense of reasoning and it made me bolder. “I'm going to punish you. It's only fair. Don't you think so?” Fuck. The steady rise of my chest went haywire. I had spiraled out of control, out of primal need to please this man. “Yes please, punish me.” I let out a desperate plea. “Good girl.” His deep voice rumbled, and the heavy promises of what he would do to me hung in the air. ……… I fell for my brother's best friend when I was thirteen but he rejected me, patted me on my head and said I was cute. I fell even deeper, but as I grew up and realized how embarrassing I was, my crush turned into hate, until I saw him again for the first time after eight years. He pleasured me for a whole night, and I didn't even realize who he was until the very next day, but it had already happened. Things became awkward and even though I still hated him, I couldn't resist going back for more…

[MATURE CONTENT R18] “I want this,” I whispered, my voice shaking with need. “I’ve been saving myself for you, Gavin. Take me and make me yours.” "Jesus, Mel... you're a virgin?" I bit my lips hard, eyes glued on his as I trailed one finger down from my boobs to the middle of my stomach, past the lace of my panties, and into my core. His eyes followed the movement, his chest heaving. I lifted the finger and placed it on my tongue, swirling it around and sucking it. “I'm a virgin, Gavin, but I'm not innocent. I need you to ruin me!” ~~\\~~\\~~\\~~\\~~ Melanie Wealth has spent her whole life starving for love. Ignored by her powerful politician father, she has learned to survive in the shadows... until Gavin Thorne makes her feel seen. He’s the legendary coach of Chatham University’s hockey team, her boyfriend's coach, and her father's best friend. ​When a violent night leaves Melanie covered in blood and out of options, she flees to the only sanctuary she knows. One forbidden touch is all it takes for years of pent-up longing to explode into an unfiltered, passionate night that changes everything. ​But Gavin Thorne is keeping more than just a secret affair. ​By day, he rules the ice. By night, he’s a man with a hidden agenda and a dangerous mission that targets the very blood running through Melanie’s veins. In a world of secrets, power, and betrayal, can love survive when the mission is complete? Or was Melanie just a pawn in a game she never knew she was playing?

Dionne is arranged to be married to Xavier, a powerful mafia boss with an unbroken reputation. To the outside world, he's cold, hard, ruthless, and merciless. She's kind, tender-hearted, beautiful, and caring. Given Xavier's reputation, Dionne doesn't want to fall in love, but soon, she learns that even the coldest hearts have a soft spot, and Xavier's just might be her. And although she doesn't like to admit it, hers might be him. Will they ever find love, or will this be a loveless marriage after all? He raises his fist and I could swear I made a whimpering sound. I turn away and I look at the window as Xavier gets quiet. "Dionne." he says, his cold, hard mask still intact. I look at him, not saying anything, and he shifts in his seat, well aware of why I reacted that way. "Who did it?" he asks. I look down at my hands and I don't reply. "Was it those assholes at the university?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Dionne?" he says, his fingers brushing against my arm. I jump at his contact and suddenly a tear falls from my eyes. "God." he says as I begin to cry. I can tell he's not used to emotion .... "How was your first day sweetheart?" she asks sincerely. "A couple of frats tried getting in her panties in broad daylight and everyone around was gonna let it happen. How's that sound?" Xavier says, obviously still pissed.

I gave a stranger my panties on a plane. Not because I'm reckless. Not because I do things like this. But because Damien Cross looked at me like I was something worth destroying himself over, and I wanted to be devoured. Four hours at 30,000 feet. That's all it took for him to unravel every careful thread of the life I'd built. One look. One touch. One whispered promise that I was his. Then he vanished. No calls. No texts. Just a breaking news report showing him married to someone else, while I stood in a hotel bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test. Six years later, I've rebuilt myself. I'm a mother. A success. I've learned to survive without him. Until he walks into my photoshoot and recognizes the birthmark he once traced with his tongue. He says he never stopped looking for me. That his marriage was a cage he's finally escaped. That the twin boys I've been raising alone are his sons, and he wants his family back. But Damien Cross is a man who deals in empires and enemies. Someone close to him wants me gone. The threats start. The danger escalates. And I realize that loving Damien means walking into a war I never signed up for. He says he'll burn the world down to keep us safe. I'm terrified he means it. Some men are worth the fall but men are the wreckage. But Damien is both.

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I was going to surprise my husband, Vince, the Moretti family heir. Instead, the surprise was on me. A pair of black lace panties—not mine—left in his car. The air reeked of cheap perfume and betrayal. I stormed his casino, demanding answers. But I found her in his private suite. Sophia. She smirked, looking me up and down. “You must be the wife. I’ve seen your picture on the nightstand. Vince says you’re a boring little nun. Says he can’t even get hard looking at you.” I snapped. My hand shaking, I hurled a glass of red wine in her face. She shrieked, stumbled back, and crashed into a glass cabinet. Blood bloomed across the carpet. Vince burst in and slapped me so hard I hit the floor. "Are you insane?! She's carrying my heir!" My heart shattered. As I fell, a darker pool of blood spread beneath me. Our baby. I was miscarrying. And when forced to choose between his wife and his whore, Vince chose her. He forgot who put him on his throne. I’m not some trophy wife he can discard. I am a DeLuca. A princess of the underworld. So for revenge, I married his worst enemy, Dante Costello. And when we burned his empire to the ground, Vince finally broke. He got on his knees and begged me to come back.

“I want to taste you, can I?" He asked pleadingly. I was gonna say no, but the throbbing in my nether region said yes. “Yes," I breathed shakily. He then started to kiss my hip bone trailing as he pulled my panties off. “Raise your legs," he instructed and I obeyed. He pulled my legs apart and inhaled. “Exquisite," he praised as he lowered his head and gave me a long, luxurious lick. ************ Dionnah Delaney is a hardworking, ambitious African American. She is headstrong and knows exactly what she wants in life. She does accounting plus she runs a successful design business with her other sister Danielle, who is engaged to Johnathan Mulroney. Johnny cannot stop raving about his other brother Mikey who has retired from being a Navy seal and he's coming home just in time for the big wedding. Dionnah doesn't want love and commitment after her first love broke her heart several years ago. But things change when Mikey steps into the picture. He's a billionaire playboy, who is smug and conceited on top of all that. Even though the two butt heads they can't deny their undeniable attraction. After one night of steamy sex, Dionnah and Mikey agree to never talk about it again, until weeks later when two pink lines show up on a pregnancy test. What will happen when Mikey wants more than what Dionnah has to offer, will she be able to let love in her heart, or will her ambivalence cause her to miss her chance at happiness and her forever after?

"Ryder, we... we can't do this. This is wrong," Bella gulped down with fear. "But it doesn't feel wrong, baby girl," Ryder announced as he tore her panties in one hard yank and thrust hard and deep into her wetness. "You feel like the only right one when I am inside you," he gritted out as he never stopped plunging into her. Bella and Ryder have been inseparable since childhood, their bond forged by their parents' deep friendship. But one night, their relationship takes a fiery turn, igniting a passion that neither of them can ignore. Bella knows she can't trust Ryder with her heart. He's the notorious mafia leader known for his "one and done" approach to women. Serious relationships have never been his style. But the longer she tries to resist, the closer she gets pulled toward him. Ryder isn't ready to let her go, either. He knows he wants her more than he's ever wanted anything in his life because one night was not enough after tasting the forbidden fruit. Determined and relentless, he's willing to cross any line to keep Bella in his life. As he unleashes his seductive charm and cunning tactics, Bella struggles to protect her heart from the one man who has the power to shatter it. Will Bella resist Ryder's magnetic pull and safeguard her heart, or will she succumb to the dangerous allure of the man she’s known her entire life? Full of action, suspense, and thrillers. 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, B D S M, Forbidden, Mafia Billionaire Romance

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A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .