Dance Slow

The fire wolf mated to the snow wolf and ran away with the babies. ------------------- Alexander. He must be in there! I hesitated in my tracks, and before I thought it through, I stood in front of Alpha Alexander's office. I swallowed hard, hearing his and an unknown woman's voices coming from inside. Jealousy and possessiveness bubbled up inside me, and the urge to barge in rose in me. “Who is she?" “He met her at the training camp. She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice.” Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. ------------------- Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily learns that Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken, she runs off and disappears, leaving Alexander confused and in search of her. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-rank warrior in King Alpha's army and a mother to her four-year-old boy. Her friend invites her to a dance club, Alexander is the club owner. Will Alex manage to figure out that the girl in the club is his fated mate, and will Emily reveal her identity and dark secrets? Are you ready for an emotional rollercoaster ride?

"I have you wrapped around my finger and you know it," Luca smirked, pulling tighter on my hair, making my thighs tingle. "You wish, Luca," I whispered into his ear while still centimetres away from his hard chest. "I'll ruin you, trust me." "Well, I'd love to see you try, little one," he chuckled darkly before pulling away from me and walking away with his usual swagger. ..................................................................... Given as a trophy wife to a ruthless CEO, Scarlett Damien's life spirals into a twisted game of revenge and desire. Luca Nicholas, a notorious loan shark is hell-bent on punishing Scarlett's father for his sins against him, so he marries her against her will and plunges her into a web of manipulation and heartache, in exchange for forgoing her father's debt. Luca wants his revenge against her father and is willing to do anything to get it, while Scarlett yearns to punish him for ruining her dreams. However as Luca holds her captive to settle her father's debt, his burning need for vengeance clashes with an unexpected attraction. In this treacherous dance of power and desire, Scarlett and Luca must confront the blurred lines between revenge and a love that could consume them both. Will their pursuit of vengeance lead to destruction or an unforeseen path of unpredictable passion?

Warning: This book contains steamy, raw, and mature content. “Please, let me taste you,” Ava begged, broken and desperate—after he tortured her by forcing her to watch as he fucked that blonde. “Now, spread those thighs, sweetheart. Show me how wet that pussy already is.” Ava Sinclair Vance was once a stripper. Now she’s the wife of billionaire Leon Vance, bound by vows of forever—until his endless “business trips” left her aching and burning with unmet desire. One reckless night, she returned to Club Orion for a single pole dance. Just to feel alive again. A stranger in the shadows had other plans. What began as one lap dance exploded into a night of ruthless, filthy sex that left her utterly ruined for anyone else. She woke up wrecked, convinced it was a nameless one-night mistake she could bury and forget. Until the next morning’s business lunch with Leon’s best friend. She discovered she couldn’t escape him—not when the stranger and Leon’s best friend were the same man. And certainly not when he was the one demanding more nights… to cover up her “one little mistake.” How long can Ava stay trapped between two ruthless billionaires before one claims her completely? And what if those nights were never about silence… but about breaking her so thoroughly she begs to stay?

"Do you want me to stop?" Darlington growled, his thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble. "No," Freya moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist, hips rocking desperately to take him deeper. "God, no... harder." She was supposed to seduce him. Spy on him. Steal his secrets to save her dying mother. But the city's most ruthless billionaire, Darlington Knight, saw right through her from the moment she walked into his world. Now he's the one claiming her—pinning her against silk sheets, against cold glass walls, in the dark heat of his penthouse—fucking her senseless until she forgets her mission, forgets her lies, forgets everything but the way he owns her body. Every touch is dangerous. Every kiss a threat. He knows she's hiding something... and he's going to make her beg to confess—on her knees, breathless, dripping for him. Freya came to betray him. Instead, she's falling—hard, fast, and filthy—into a passion that could ruin them both. Even though Darlington might have his secrets, will he still see her the same way after finding out she was just a spy sent to seduce him?"

“Please don’t go,” Ric said to me gazing into my eyes with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t fathom. “You said I am free to go so why are you still trying to hold me back?” I asked him, a little bit agitated. “Because I love you, Val. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw my men bring you into my home when I ordered your kidnap,” Ric said and began taking slow and steady steps toward me, while I took steps backward. This time around his eyes darkened and all I could see in them was lust. My body began to quiver with desire, in anticipation of what he would do next. Ricardo D’Arezzo is the ruthless mafia King who is merciless to those who offend and cross his path, but then Valentina Dimaria shows up in his life after he others for her kidnap because her uncle kills his Mom and tries to take away his Mafia King position, the only person he cherishes in life..... He falls in love and Valentina who was the first to fall in love with him, but the question now is will he allow his love for Valentina to quench his thirst for vengeance? What would happen when he learns about a secret about Valentina that even she doesn't know about herself?

I went into labor. And my mate, Alpha Alistair, locked me in a silver cage. The bars throbbed with curse runes, burning my skin. He did it for Livia. His dead brother's mate. Her pup had to be born first. That's when I learned the truth. He'd been poisoning me for months. All to make sure Livia's child would be the next Alpha. He called it "calming tea." A daily dose of poison to slow my pup's growth and delay my labor. But my body had other plans. My pup refused to wait. I went into labor at the same time as Livia. When he found out, he accused me of faking it. Of begging for sympathy. He let them poison me with wolfsbane. I lost my pup. A piece of my soul died with him. With my last breath, I reached out. To the one person who could save me. My brother, Alpha King Lucian. He came like a storm of rage. He burned the packhouse to the ground, with me inside. A phantom fire for all to see. Then, he plucked me from the flames. Only then, surrounded by the smoking ruins of his pack, did Alistair fall to his knees. His howl of regret tore through the night. For 99 days, he howled at the moon. Begging the Moon Goddess to return just a sliver of my soul.

“This isn't right—,” my voice cracked, slow moans slipping through my lips. “Sienna—” he called, his husky voice like hushed whispers in my ear. “Why….why do you say so? You don't want me? Don't you like what I do to you? The way I touch you….” He didn't stop. His fingers kept working their magic inside of me, slipping in and out in a pace I wouldn't call gentle. “I—I. S—Soren!” I jerked when he dipped deeper, hitting my core. “Sshhh….” Finally letting my pussy free, he lay me flat on the bed, my body stark naked before him. Sweaty and dripping hot with an ache for ecstasy. “Daddy wants you and you wouldn't argue, okay?” I nodded, without further hesitation. He had so much control over me. One I couldn't handle. He was so possessive. Fucking domineering. But I liked it, even though he was my stepbrother. Even though I knew this was so wrong. ***** Stuck between two stepbrothers. Sienna is left to make a decision, would she give in to the forbidden desires building within her? And when she chooses at last who will it be? The one who makes her heart flutter and her pussy drip or the one that wraps shield around her like a cardigan in winter?

SECOND CHANCES AT SUNRISE Years ago, Yara and Jamal were young, in love, and certain about forever—until life pulled them apart. Their relationship didn’t end in chaos, but in painful silence. Jamal, determined to build an empire, chose ambition when fear whispered that love would slow him down. Yara, brilliant and proud, walked away without demanding the closure her heart quietly begged for. Now, Jamal Adeyemi is a confident and charismatic CEO—one who commands industries, decisions, and attention. Success follows him everywhere, yet something essential has always felt missing. Yara, now a celebrated designer, has built her own creative world with warmth, resilience, and independence. Her heart didn’t turn cold—it simply learned caution. Fate reunites them over cinnamon-flushed coffee in Lagos. The spark remains, but neither believes that old love guarantees a new beginning. This time, Jamal does not rush or assume. He shows up—with patience, sincerity, steady action, and emotional wisdom he once lacked. Lunch dates lead to long conversations, honest moments, and a healing coastal getaway where past wounds finally find voice. But second chances demand more than nostalgia—they require trust rebuilt, fears confronted, and love proven through presence and honesty. In rediscovering each other, Jamal and Yara learn that the safest kind of forever isn’t loud—it arrives like sunrise: Soft. Steady. Certain. Earned.

"You should be running away from me," he whispered against my neck, his deep voice wrapping around me like a black velvet. He was right. I should run— far, fast, and without looking back. But I couldn't. Or maybe didn't want to. Fisting his shirt tightly, I rasped out, "I hate you." A shiver ran down my spine as his lips curled into a devilish smirk, "No, you don't." He leaned in, our mouths a breath apart. "You just hate how badly you want me, Little Muse," he drawled, voice like a tempting sin. ----------- Everyone thought she was paranoid but Iliana Carlos knew the eyes following her everywhere were real. Draped in black, masked and silent, her stalker has trapped her in a deadly game of obsession. But for her, he is nothing more than the gruesome darkness but the deeper she's pulled into his shadows, the more she craved them. Maddox Velric Thorne spent fifteen years focused on one mission: find the daughter of his father’s murderer, kill her, and claim his rightful place as Alpha. But those hazel eyes and auburn hair has suddenly become his biggest distraction. What started as a casual infatuation has now turned into his darkest obsession. What will happen when fate will bind them in a twisted dance of fear and desire? How far would Maddox chase Iliana and for how long is she willing to run away?

He stole the wrong girl. Or maybe… she chose the right king. Dante Valenti rules his empire with cold precision and a reputation soaked in blood. No one crosses him. No one deceives him. And no one escapes him. So when he kidnaps a woman from the Moretti estate—a trembling little princess meant to be leverage—he expects fear. Instead, the woman chained in his basement looks him dead in the eyes… and smiles. Aria Moretti has spent years hiding behind silk dresses and a porcelain mask, pretending to be the quiet, obedient daughter of the Moretti crime family. But beneath the pretty facade lies a secret no one suspects: She is the Moretti’s most lethal weapon. A phantom. A blade disguised as a flower. And she walked willingly into the lion’s den for one reason— to kill Dante Valenti. Her mission is simple: Get captured. Get close. Get his trust. End the king. But nothing about Dante is simple. The moment he discovers who she truly is, he doesn’t kill her. He claims her. "You came to kill me, little killer... but every king needs a queen.” Now, Aria is caught in a deadly dance between loyalty and desire, betrayal and obsession. Dante matches her darkness note for note—twisted, brilliant, and devastatingly irresistible. He should be her target. Instead, he’s becoming her temptation. And the deeper she falls, the clearer the truth becomes: She isn’t the only weapon in this war. Dante has claws of his own— and he’s willing to use every one of them to keep her.