Katara Dress

I was auctioned like property. To pay my father’s debt, they put me on a stage in a red satin dress and diamond collar. I braced for the worst—until he stepped forward. Luciano Moretti. My ex. My first love. Now a ruthless mafia boss with blood on his hands… and my name still burned into his memory. He bid one million dollars to own me. “You’re mine again, cara. This time, there’s no escape.” He says it’s revenge. He says I broke him. But when he touches me… it still feels like home. In a world of power, secrets, and obsession, I’m not just fighting for my freedom— I’m trying not to fall in love with the devil all over again.

❦ Rosalind ❦ “Come here.” “Me?” “Yes. You,” he growled, his pupils glinting in the dark like some kind of fallen, battle-worn angel. I approached him slowly, the slit of my dress creeping higher, and I felt his heated gaze lick the exposed skin. He pushed a metal tray into my arms. “Take the bullets out.” ***** ❄︎ Viktor ❄︎ My toes curled in my shoes as she licked, sucked, and d**pthroated my c*ck like she had something to prove. “You can’t kill me with a bl*wjob, gattina.” I hissed through my teeth, nearing my tipping point. “I have a very strong heart.” She bobbed harder, f**king me with her throat, mouth frothing with spit. I was in f**king heaven. I staggered, and for a second, I genuinely wondered if she could in fact induce a heart attack like this. My phone vibrated. Of course it did, right before gunfire lit up the night. ***** Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son. Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic. Rosa has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, not in grief, not in business, and definitely not in bed. But Viktor plays a long game, and with every stare, every challenge, he pulls her deeper into a world of secrets, power, and heat. She was raised to be untouchable. He was born to conquer. And in the space between vengeance and desire, who is going to lose control first? (Contains mature and dark content)

They buried her with lies... They mourned her with guilt... But Alira was never truly gone. When Alira discovers the affair between her sister and her husband,the man she once built her entire world around..confrontation turns to tragedy. Her life is stolen in a single, cruel moment but fate gives her what death denied: a second chance. Reborn in the past, before she ever said yes to his proposal, before she gave him her loyalty, her love... her power, Alira is no longer the devoted wife... She's the architect of vengeance. With every calculated step, she weaves a web of betrayal, seduction, and secrets. This time, she'll wear the dress not of a bride, but of a widow-to-be. And when the final match is lit, no one will be safe from the fire she’s come to unleash. In the ashes of the life they stole, she will build a funeral of flames.

Isabella Moretti was born into power, wealth, and expectation. As the precious heiress of an empire, her life has never been her own. So when her family demands she marry cold, commanding billionaire Sebastian Blackwell to seal a lucrative alliance, she obeys—because that’s what a Moretti does. But on the night of the wedding, behind the locked doors of their lavish suite, Sebastian is not what she expected. His touch is possessive, his gaze unreadable—but beneath the ice, there’s heat. He makes her feel something she shouldn’t. And when their bodies collide, it isn’t duty—it’s desire and longing. Still, her heart doesn’t belong to him yet. It belongs to Luca Rossi—the boy her family cast out, the man she was forbidden to love. Wracked with guilt and confusion, Isabella flees before dawn, still in her wedding dress, and finds her way back to Luca. Their reunion is messy, breathless, and full of longing. One night. One mistake. One more secret. Days later, Isabella’s world tilts again: she’s pregnant. And she has no idea whose child it is. Now, torn between a man she never meant to want and fall in love with and the man she never stopped loving, Isabella must navigate a storm of lies, legacy, and longing. Sebastian won’t let her go. Luca won’t give her up. And the child growing inside her may belong to either. One heiress. Two nights. One impossible choice.

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

“You can only marry this guy over here if you wish to dance in his blood, Gigi.” he presents me with an ultimatum and I know what he is skilled at. My stepbrother has a twin brother who is Satan in disguise. “I promise to turn this white dress of yours into something red. Perhaps his blood will do, what do you think?” I gasp, hating the idea that he is putting in my mind and I yell at him. “You are nothing but a narcissist!” His evil chuckle is causing pain to my ears. “Oh, honey, no. I don’t suffer from narcissism, I enjoy it.”

"So, what's it going to be, Professor Darwin?" he asked, breathing softly against my ears. "Are you going to punish me or what?" he teased me, his fingers stroking my folds gently. "Fuck you, Jeremy," the cuss word came out thick with moans. "Oh, in a minute," he smirked against my neck, slipping a finger into me and I tossed my head backwards, releasing a wanton sound. Stubborn bastard. •••• Lucia Darwin, in one word, would be a coward but she didn't care. When she saw the perfect opportunity to bolt from her demons and turn the lock on them, she didn't hesitate. Landing the perfect job at Crawford University as a professor and her best friend's wedding seemed like the perfect excuse to flee from Austria. Little did she know that she would have even bigger fish to fry in New York. She had always been a sucker for weddings, but there was an exception. The gorgeous singer who caught her fancy. Maybe the attraction wasn't one-sided because things grew heated after she engaged him in a conversation, and they found themselves buried in each other before the end of the night, sharing a passionate night. What happens at Bethany's wedding, stays at Bethany's wedding, but in Lucia's case, it clung to the hem of her dress like a stubborn seam when she made a shocking discovery that the guy she hooked up with that night happened to be one of her students, Jeremy Hale, Crawford's biggest snub and the hottest boy on campus. A school that frowned upon romantic relationships between teachers and students, a stubborn boy who would do anything to have what he wanted, and a cold-hearted professor whose niche is running away from her problems. The question is, how messy could this get?

#SMUT SCENE #EROTIC SCENE I stared deeply into his eyes, hoping he would stop me if he regretted it, but nothing—just an empty void. "My dignity is most respected, as is that of my child, Luci... Lucian..." "It's Alpha Lucian to you now; if I were you, I wouldn't cross me." He gritted his teeth, and I found myself swallowing hard. "Okay, Alpha Lucian Pascal, I reject you as my mate and Alpha. I'll address you informally and by your name. I shall hold no connection to this pack, its members, nor to you. I hereby free you from this hideous bond to mate with whoever you see fit and make them your Luna." I bit down on my lips, trying to stop the tears from spilling out, my grip tightening on my dress as I felt my legs wobbling from intense pain. But above all, I waited for him to come back to his senses, to ask me to stay, to apologize... "I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack and never want to see you anywhere near me or my pack. I also accept your rejection; you now cease to be my mate." Almost immediately, a gush of pain washed over me, and my legs gave way. I expected Lucian to save me from falling, but he only stood there, watching me. My instinct kicked in, and I grabbed onto the desk, trying to steady myself as the tears I was trying to hold in slid down my cheeks. Immediately, I darted outside, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I hate you... I wanted to, but it was clear: I loved you. I loved the wrong one.

The Eagle I watch her come out of the shower, the droplets of water on her body, I would like to take their place. I hand her a pair of panties and a top that fits her breasts well. - Get dressed. She turns her back to me so she can dress. - The first rule: never be ashamed of me. - The second rule: always dress in front of me and without turning your back to me. So look here and remove the towel to get dressed. She faces me and unwraps her towel; I look at the naked body in front of me: her enormous breasts standing out, her buttocks visible behind her, she tries to quickly put on her panties. - Stop. She freezes and looks at me with a silent question. - Turn around so I can admire your body. She spins around and I appreciate this magnificent goddess in front of me. - You are magnificent, querida. She does not respond. - Come closer so I can help you get dressed. She remains frozen, unwilling to approach. - Rule No. 3: always do what I ask you. Come closer. Sibelle is a very beautiful young woman who is kidnapped by the men of a mobster: the formidable Royal Eagle, who is merciless. Will Sibelle be able to adapt to this life? And can she soften the hardened heart of the royal eagle? Follow me to find out what will happen to her.

The moment Ruby laid eyes on Camilla, she knew her marriage was over even before it had begun. Camilla wasn't just a guest at the wedding. She was Asher’s first love, the one who walked away when he needed her most... and the one his heart never truly let go of. Now she’s back. And Ruby, the woman who had only ever asked for a chance, is left standing in a white dress with a ring that suddenly feels too heavy to wear. She always knew she was a placeholder. Still, she said I do because loving Asher was the only dream she’d ever truly had. With Camilla back now, Ruby wondered if she will ever have her husband's heart or if she’s destined to live in the shadow of her husband’s mistress…