Lit Erotics

❦ 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.

Amelia's leg tapped against the table as she asked, "What are your thoughts on love?" Her hands were clasped together on her lap, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Lucas met her gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. "Love is a waste of time," he replied. "It's a tool designed to weigh people down. Without it, we could achieve so much more." Amelia's eyes lit up with interest; he had just ticked almost all her boxes green. "I agree," she said, her smirk matching his. "Love is nothing but bullshit. We could save a lot of time by keeping our relationship minimal." With a proactive glint in her eye, she added, "What do you say? We should get married to fulfill our filial duties." _____________ Their marriage was a facade, a contract between two individuals who didn't believe in love but were forced to get married to fulfill their obligations. Everything was going as planned, until suddenly... "Have you eaten, dear?" "How is my baby?" "Is he doing well?" Lucas's words, once empty and mechanical, now held a tender tone. Amelia found him falling for her, and she seemed to be falling too. Why were they succumbing to the very thing they once scorned? Love, once a distant possibility, was now becoming an option. But would they choose it?

She believed she left him behind forever. Five years ago, she walked away from the one man who had ever lit her soul on fire - Lucian Blackthorne, the ruthless millionaire Alpha who claimed her as his fated mate after a single night of forbidden bliss. She rushed to safeguard the secret blossoming inside her, resolved never to let him find the truth. But fate didn’t care about her intentions. When he strolled back into her life at an elite supernatural charity dinner, his seductive silver eyes focused on hers, arousing every suppressed longing she had battled to conceal. He was much stronger now and even more deadly. His control ripped her hard-earned barriers, leaving her shaking with desire and horror. Because if Lucian found her secret, he would never let her or their son go. As he lured her back into his heady world of money, power, and primitive supernatural passion, secrets long buried began to claw their way to the surface. She understood her secret wasn’t the only one that might kill them both. He desired her loyalty. She desired his touch. But when treachery ruined the fragile hope rekindling between them, she was forced to face the final question: may she submit to his love, knowing it may cost her freedom… and her child’s future? Because the stain of midnight longing could never be erased - no matter how deeply she attempted to bury it.

I married a man I couldn't touch then slept with a man I couldn't trust. After walking in on my husband balls-deep in my cousin and getting her pregnant. I didn’t just sign the divorce papers. I lit them on fire. Frigid, they called me. Uptight. Ice queen. So I moved out. Looked for a roommate. Someone quiet. Preferably female. Her name was Kylie. Except... Kylie turned out to be Kyle—a smug, tattooed stranger with a dirty-mouth and secrets carved into his smirk. He’s cocky, cruel, and way too hot for a man who eats peanut butter from the jar and calls it dinner. One drunken night, I let him in. All the way in. And I swore it meant nothing. Until I found my uncle lying in a pool of blood— And Kyle was holding the gun.

She needed one night. He needed one woman. Drowning in debts and desperate to survive, Ana Thompson agrees to a one-time job as a stripper. It’s supposed to be just one night, a quick way to pay off her stepmother’s endless demands. But that night, she collides with Fred Nork, the cold-hearted billionaire CEO of Majesties, a luxury women’s brand that thrives on elegance. Haunted by her past and overwhelmed by shame, Ana disappears before morning, leaving behind only a bloodstained sheet and the memory of her first time. Fred wakes up alone, confused, and with an unfamiliar ache in his chest. He doesn’t know her name. Weeks later, Ana’s world spirals further out of control. Homeless, pregnant, and rejected, she clutches the only lifeline she has, Fred’s business card, slipped into her bag the night they met. But when she walks into Majesties, hoping for help, she finds him… announcing his engagement to Tiana Monroe, a viciously poised heiress with a heart of ice. Shattered but not broken, Ana does the unthinkable. She applies for a cleaning job at Majesties. She begins working at the bottom rung of Fred’s empire. But Fred notices her. He doesn’t recognize the woman who once lit his world on fire, but something about Ana pulls him in again. Now, with the world watching, Fred must make an impossible choice: cling to the legacy he’s built with Tiana by his side, or risk it all for the mysterious woman who slipped away. Ana has a choice too: can she trust the man who once seemed so cold with her heart… and her child’s life? In a world where love is a weakness and power means everything, can a single night rewrite destiny?

“I’m dead once my brother finds out about us,” I said, staring up at Ian from his bed, the sheets still warm around my naked body. He didn’t even flinch. Just lit a cigarette and said, “Then don’t let him find out.” Cold. Detached. That was Ian. I called it ‘nonchalant’ to make myself feel better. I should’ve known better. But girls like me, we grow up reading about fictional men who break rules for love. Who change for love. I thought he would be one of them. The sex was good. I thought he felt something too. The way he touched me… the way he looked at me when no one else was watching.. To be honest, it wasn’t worth it.  My brother would always say, “To every action, there’s a consequence, either good or bad, you can’t escape it.” My name is Eve. I was eighteen when I gave myself to my brother’s best friend. He was twenty-five and never called me by name unless he needed something.  This is the story of how I mistook desire for love…

Rumah tangga Wita dan Aris tak pernah bahagia karena Aris lebih mementingkan kakak kandung dan keponakannya dibandingkan istri dan anaknya sendiri. Aris memberikan uang bulanan seadanya untuk Wita. Namun selalu mencukupi kebutuhan kakaknya dengan alasan Yulilah yang telah menyekolahkannya hingga sarjana. Padahal uang itu hanya digunakan Yuli untuk foya-foya dengan geng sosialitanya. Bagaimana kisah rumah tangga Aris dan Wita selanjutnya? Apakah Wita tetap bertahan dengan rumah tangganya atau lebih memilih berpisah apalagi setelah dia bertemu kembali dengan Hanan? Cinta pertama Wita yang kini menjadi pemilik perusahaan dimana Aris bekerja. Laki-laki yang ternyata masih menunggu Wita hingga detik ini.

Elsa Putri menikah pada usia 16 tahun, dengan seorang pria yang 11 tahun lebih tua darinya. Elsa tidak mengerti cinta, namun dia merasa tidak rela ketika pria yang seharusnya menjadi miliknya ternyata telah menjadi milik orang lain. Ketika perasaan mereka menjadi tidak menentu, Elsa menemukan dirinya hamil. Hamil di usia 16 tahun. ~~~ A novel by Asia July. Cover edited in Photoshop. Pic from Unsplash - Jerry Wang

Marrying the love of her life was a dream come true—until Kassia found out he couldn’t stand virgins. Terrified of ruining her marriage before it even began, she turned to a secret establishment that promised to teach her how to satisfy a man like a pro. But she didn’t expect to meet Derrick…her dangerously irresistible instructor who lit her body on fire with a single touch. What started as a lesson turned into an obsession. Now she’s married, pregnant… and the baby isn’t her husband’s. With guilt eating her alive and two powerful men fighting for her, Kassia must face the truth. One owns her heart, the other owns her vows… She's stuck between two powerful men, with a child caught in the middle. And it’s only a matter of time before it all explodes.