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"If it's a sin to touch you, then I'll burn just to have you." Nik Velasquez. *** Like the ocean—wild, deep, mysterious, and dangerous, Nik would never allow anyone to control him like an obedient robot. He would break free from anyone who’s trying to have their fingers wrapped around his neck but how can a single woman—with a freaking innocent face— stir emotions in him that he didn’t know existed? Blakely Velasquez, Nik's nominal sister. The perfect daughter, a masterpiece of his controlling parents. Yet this seemingly obedient girl had a forbidden craving for her adoptive brother. A mistake she made six years ago pushed him far away. And when she was about to drop her illusion and marry someone else, the man returned. Just one sight, the feelings she tried to bury started coming back. Blakely hoped not to make any more mistakes but after an accidental one-night stand, could they still repress this forbidden attraction? And what would they have to face when this forbidden relationship was exposed under the sun?

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked with his eyes getting darker with every passing second. “S-Seducing you.” I mumbled while fidgeting my fingers as his deep breath made the sensitive spot between my legs to throb. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It should be the other way round. “And who are you?” He asked as he lowered his head with his warm breath fanning my upper lip. I gulped as my body was visibly trembling. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t. His eyes had these magnets which were attracting every fiber inside my body towards him. “Y-your…y-your…” A lone tear escaped my eyes with my lower lip trembling. “My what?” He rasped as his black raven eyes were dwelling inside my emerald ones as I whimpered when he clenched my hairs in a fist at the back of my neck. “Your whore.” I admitted and he smashed his lips against mine. “Let me treat you like one then.” He growled inside my mouth.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Imani whispered, her voice trembling more from want than from fear of her brother barging in and catching her leaning in to kiss his ex-best-friend now turned enemy. “Then stop me,” he murmured back, his fingers brushing her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. But neither of them moved. The distance between them had already disappeared, along with every rule she’d promised not to break. *** When Imani Grayson, a quiet psychology major, is assigned to mentor the university’s star hockey captain, Nicolas Jameson, she expects arrogance not the kind of chemistry that keeps her up at night. What begins as a simple assignment spirals into late-night tutoring sessions, stolen glances, and kisses that blur every boundary she’s ever set. But with jealous teammates watching, old wounds resurfacing, and a love too intense to hide, the game they started might be the one that shatters them both. Imani will soon learn that some games can’t be won without losing everything, and Nicolas, that even in the game of hearts, the strongest player can fall to his knees.

During the five years I was in a vegetative state, all ten family soldiers assigned to guard me were murdered. One of them merely smoked a cigarette outside my hospital room. The next day, he was found upside down, drowned in a toilet. Another simply adjusted my pillow. The next day, he took a dive from a skyscraper rooftop. The Corleone family was in chaos, but they couldn't find a single trace of the killer. With no other choice, the ten executions, all textbook Mafia hits, became cold cases. Strangely, the very second the tenth guard's heart stopped, I opened my eyes. The first thing I did upon waking was call the FBI and turn myself in. The agents were stunned. "Miss Corleone, are you saying that while in a coma for five years, you planned and executed the murders of ten fully armed Mafia soldiers?" My fingers tapped lightly on the table, a faint smile playing on my lips. "That's right." "Being in a vegetative state only means I couldn't move." "Who ever told you that killing, something so crude, required me to get my hands dirty?"

All it took was a gunshot to have this criminal fucking her senseless.... Avery had spent months trying to being down Andrew Richardson the Black heart don and the criminal she swore to put behind bars. She even set a trap for him using someone close as bait. But instead of giving down in chains,she was offered to him in marriage in exchange of company share and stakeholders unknowingly to her. She should have run away when she found out, she should have followed through with the mission,but as a young girl craving warmth, how could she resist the way he touch her, the way he makes her feel when looking at her, the way his fingers made her forget the rules she lives by. This wasn't the plan. She didn't come her to get addicted to her enemy who becomes her nemesis, yet every night with him, the Mafia lord leaves her wanting more and drags her deeper into the dangerous world. He's supposed to die for his crimes, but unfortunately the real crime is how badly she wants him.

My disabled husband, Nico, had lost his will to live. I had to give him a reason to stay—a hope. I had to give him a child. But where was I to find this life for my empty womb? "Lena, how unexpected," my husband’s brother said to me, standing in his penthouse office in the heart of Manhattan. I found myself begging this cruel man—a man who had just left mottled scars on another woman’s skin. I needed him to claim me. I needed him to leave his seed inside me. I needed his child. "If you want to seduce someone," Salvatore said, "you should start by taking off your clothes." I stripped. I held my own breasts and pleasured myself before him, desperate to ignite his desire. But he only shoved his fingers into my mouth, drew his belt, and lashed it across my hips. "Slut," his voice was low and lethal. "You want a child? Then you’d better pray for the moment I finally sink myself into you."

I could hear his heart race as he spoke, my head pressed against his chest. “And were you pleased with what you found?” I asked, giving in to the urge to find out exactly what he thought of me. “I found you to be exactly what I had hoped for, after all these years. You’re smart, funny and generally adorable. You drive me insane with your stubbornness. You have a gorgeously alluring figure and a pure, sweet face. Most importantly, you’re someone who I could live with for the rest of eternity.” He squeezed me gently, running his fingers through my tangled hair. *** Seventeen year old Callista is just your average teenage girl, however when she starts to have strange dreams after coming into contact with a mysterious guy in a coma things become complicated: especially when she begins to suspect that he is trying to speak to her through her dreams. Launched into an alternate realm with Greek gods, succubi and all things mythological, Callista struggles to balance her new-found destiny and her life in the human realm.

“I prefer to be in the arms of other men who would treat me right than be with you anymore” she breathed out. “How dare you” he yelled at her face while she stood her ground to him. “What are you...” Before she could finish her sentence, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her fiercely. He wrapped her legs around his waist leaving her back pinned to the wall as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss slowly kissing her neck in turn as his hand slid into her panties. His fingers fondled with her wet folds giving her shimmers of pleasure she had never felt. *** Elaine, a beautiful young lady who had everything just found out that she had cancer and had about a year to live. Shattered by the news, she hid it from her family that maltreated her only for them to realize the truth and cuss her out breaking her heart.In a bid to enjoy her life to the fullest, she had a one night stand with a man but to her greatest surprise, it turned out to be her husband.

WARNING! SMUT! SMUT!! SMUT!! “Open your fucking legs wider, bitch, and stop pretending this isn't what you have always wanted.” I flinch at the boom of his voice and do as he says. He drives in three fingers into my pussy as he pounds my ass and all I can do is moan and take it. “Take it, you filthy fucking slut,” he says, pounding harder into me. “This is what you want right? To be a filthy fucking slut. If this is what you want, you can fucking take it.” And I can feel his cock hitting my guts. ***** I am Holly Winterbourne. I am a young girl with a secret forbidden crush on her best friend's father. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't even think of his touch on my body and most importantly, I shouldn't be FUCKING him. But fate brings us together during the holidays and I realize I can't resist my best friend's father, no matter how hard I try.

“You are mine to claim.” Killian growled, down on her neck. “Why are you resisting me?” Aria shuddered as his fingers grazed her core. “Your brothers are—” “Forget about my brothers.” Killian answered sharply. “You’re mine and no one can come between us.” ************************* Aria’s world crumbled when Alpha Matthias accused her father of treason and murdered him in cold blood. She was forced to be a slave in the palace as punishment for her father’s crimes. On her eighteenth birthday, Matthias offered her to Alpha Carrington to be his plaything. Filled with rage and fear, Aria tried to flee from the palace. But then she saw him. Her mate. He was Alpha Killian, the most powerful Alpha in the world. And he desired her, he craved her with all of his being. But Aria’s troubles were not over when she realized that Killian was a triplet and wasn’t the only one who desired her. She was mated to all three brothers and each of them wanted her for themselves. Who would she choose? And how would she navigate her complex love life?