Slow Pacing Novels & Stories

“What do you think people would say if they found out you don’t have a dick?” Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. “Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you’ve been hiding so well?” A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes. “Which do you think they’d call you?” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “A boy with tits… or a dickless little fraud?” I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me. “The term you’re looking for is ‘girl,’” came Xavier’s smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. “So tell me, little girl… what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?” Christian’s smirk widened. “She wants to be devoured by boys like us.” His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. “And I’m more than happy to give her a taste.”

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

Alessandra Moore built her reputation on discipline, control, and teaching political scandals — not becoming one. A respected Political Science professor known for dissecting presidential downfalls, she understands exactly how careers are ruined. What she never expected was to be undone by two of her own students — the infamous varsity baseball twins dominating campus headlines. Liam is the golden face of varsity baseball — charming, dominant, untouchable. Ethan is the quieter shadow at his side — deaf, reserved, and far more dangerous in his silence than anyone realizes. They rule the field in different ways. Both are completely forbidden. When a single drunken moment explodes into a campus-wide scandal, Alessandra is dragged into the spotlight — facing public humiliation, NCAA scrutiny, and a university ethics investigation that threatens to destroy everything she has built. But scandals don’t just expose secrets — they reveal desires. As media pressure mounts and gossip spreads across campus, Alessandra must decide whether the fallout will ruin her… or bind her irrevocably to the varsity twins who started it all. On a campus obsessed with power, image, and control — who truly owns the narrative? Tropes: reverse age gap, forbidden romance, professor x student, campus scandal, varsity baseball, twins romance, love triangle, viral controversy, sports romance, slow burn, power dynamic, public humiliation, college drama, emotional tension, spicy romance.

"What do you want, Lila?" he asked, his voice dropping as he took in her confident posture. It was a question filled with both dread and anticipation. She smiled, a slow, seductive curl of her lips. "I've shown you how much I care about you. I want you to give me what I deserve." She stepped back, her hand reaching behind her to unzip her uniform. She slid it down her shoulders and let the dress pool at her feet. She stood in her lace undergarments, watching as his eyes raked her body. " I want you to fuck me, Alexander." In the gilded halls of the Harrington estate, appearances are everything. Victoria Harrington is the perfect wife, and Alexander Harrington is the epitome of success. But beneath the surface of their flawless lives, secrets fester in the shadows. When Lila Evans, a quiet and unassuming waiting lady, enters their world, the delicate balance of power begins to shift. What starts as a dangerous attraction soon spirals into a web of lies, betrayal, and scandal that threatens to unravel the very fabric of the Harrington’s’ carefully curated existence. As hidden truths come to light and past sins resurface, loyalties will be tested, and no one will escape unscathed. In a world where trust is fragile and deception is the norm, one wrong move could bring it all crashing down. How far will they go to protect their secrets? And who will be left standing when the dust settles?

Dangerous Desires Book One. I, Zia Walker, take you, Xavier Luciano, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will honor you all the days of my life. 'And above all, I vow not to fall for you.' ~~ Trapped with the responsibility to my family, fate forced me to marry Xavier Luciano. He was the perfect solution to my problems, but there was only one condition he asked before promising me his ‘I do.’ “Don’t fall for me,” was his unbreakable rule. I laughed at him that day, thinking how easy it is to follow his stupid rule. I’m in love with my ex-fiance, his younger brother Calvin, so what could possibly go wrong? I agreed without hesitation, seeing him as the ticket out of my life’s predicament. Like a raging wave, the realization of my vow’s weight crashed on me. How can I fulfill my promise, when even in the darkness and danger that surrounds him, I’m hauled like a moth to a flame? How can I fight the slow burn of falling for my husband? The man I swore to cherish and adore, until death do us part, and the one my heart chose to love. ~~ [Mature Content] ~~ Follow me on lnstagram Castiel_Lj Cover by DobolyuV

Ambelyn did something terrible six years ago. She willingly gave her virginity to the college bully who had been tormenting her because she was forced in an arranged marriage by her family to marry the son of their biggest investor. Now stuck in a loveless marriage, where she watches her husband parade his first love and their second child hurting her and her miracle baby. Her husband hated her after divorcing she wasn't a virgin, which was the main requirement for their marriage and decided to show her how worthless she was. She swallows the insult for the sake of their child, but when her husband refuses to sign the papers for their son to get surgery or loses his life, and their second child bullying her and his elder brother and wishing for a new mummy, she decides to do what she never thought and divorce her husband, granting him slow custody of the second child, while she takes sole custody of the first child. The only issue was, she started working for the Heartless Cruel CEO who returned back home after six years abroad and it was the same man who pinned her against a library shelf and deflowered her. Would Ambelyn be able to survive working under the bully who once made her life a living hell, or would she be able to find her happily ever after in the hands of someone unexpected.

"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?"

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.

"Oh, fuck," I said aloud, grabbing the sheets harder. His hands found my breasts and he squeezed them slowly, his mouth trailing down until he was blowing warm air against me. He shifted my pants to the side, fingers rubbing slow circles over my clit before pressing a soft kiss there. Then his tongue rolled over it, unhurried, like he had all night. "Damien," I whispered. He didn't stop. Didn't even look up. Just kept going, steady and deliberate, until my fingers twisted deeper into the sheets and my whole body forgot how to be still. Mia Calloway was running out of options fast. Her mother was going to die if she didn't do something, and when she heard about the club, she didn't think twice. She thought it was only going to be that once. Only to walk into her lecture hall the next morning and come face to face with the same man. He was her professor. Now he wants everything, her time, her body, her mind. And every time she tries to walk away, she's pulled in deeper. The closer she gets, the more she realizes the club, the money, the way he chose her, none of it was random. Someone wanted her in his world.

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “He is watching us, Eleanor. Your husband, the one who believes you’re dead, is watching you like this… beneath another man, breathless, trembling, losing yourself across these sheets.” His hand tightened at my waist, drawing a sharp breath from my lips as his mouth brushed my ear. “Good,” I whispered, a slow, wicked smile curving across my lips as my gaze drifted toward the shadow behind the half-open door. I tilted my head back, letting the moment linger—letting him watch. “Then let’s give him a show he will never forget.” ** Once, I had belonged to someone else. A husband who chose my sister over me. A family who buried my screams beneath their lies. A man who did not hesitate when asked which of us should die. He chose me. So now, I chose revenge. A new face. A new name. I would make him crave me… ache for me… ruin himself trying to keep me. And when my sister watches him unravel, piece by piece, she would feel every ounce of pain I did. But to destroy a man, you must first understand his hunger. And the one teaching me? Alexander Blackthorn. My husband’s older brother. A ruthless rogue who believed revenge was never meant to be quick but savored slowly.