Waiter Finger Curls

EZREN: Kiss or kill. Those were always the two options left.. until the past walks back into my life in the form of blue eyes, ginger curls, and a tattoo he swears I should remember. Knox Graye. A diagnosed psychopath. Says he was my brother’s boyfriend. That I left him to die and that I hold the only truth to his death. He is everywhere. Digging up my lies. Ruining what’s left of my life. Call me ‘Cherry’ like it means something. I swear I hate it. I hate him. I don’t know if he wants closure, revenge, or just someone to break. Either way, I’m his target and his third option. KNOX: Everyone thinks I’ve got a loose screw in the head but they're wrong. I lost the whole damn toolbox, buried six feet under with the only person I ever loved. I've spent six years grieving. Dying in pieces while he rots away in a grave but now? Now someone else walk around in his bones, smiling with his lips like he fuckin’ owns it. Like I wouldn’t recognize my own goddamn Cherry. Except now he calls himself Ezren. Cute. He thinks he has been hiding behind top grades and golden-boy charm, but I built his whole damn maze. And now that he's close? I’m done with subtlety. I want chaos in his veins, his secrets peeled off like skin. I want to crawl into the part of his head where he still hears his brother’s laugh and whisper: “You were always mine." He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to dismantle him. Brick by fucking brick. And when he finally breaks, I’ll be there to offer him a choice. “Kiss or kill, Cherry?”

He slid the diamond ring onto her finger with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Smile for the cameras, Fiancee." And as the Flashblubs exploded around them, Serena whispered to herself, " I'm going to destroy you, Damien Alaric."

“I’m not a slut!” I shot back, clearly irritated. He let out a dry laugh, taking a step closer to me. “You are right, you are not a slut.” He curled his index finger under my chin, his eyes locked with mine. “You are my slut.” **** When a mysterious monster virus breaks out in a once peaceful pack and every clue points at an elite high school, Noah Wolfclaw, an Alpha Prince is sent by his father to Danville High, undercover. The plan was to not draw attention to himself until he had figured out what the school had to do with the Virus but his plan becomes difficult when he becomes tangled with Astrid Moon, a timid, wolfless omega who has been bullied her entire life. What happens when Noah discovers his mate behind the walls of a school that held many secrets? What happens when Danville’s secrets are finally out in the open and he eventually has to choose between love and duty?

BLURB: Sydney was just trying to find a father figure for her daughter. Zeke Forbes had everything: wealth, power, and legacy, except for the one thing he never knew he needed—her. Desperate to help her daughter Michaela, who was being bullied at school for not having a father, Sydney agrees to an arranged marriage with Zeke. He gave his mother one condition: his identity must remain a secret. As the heir to the powerful Forbes empire, Zeke believes women come for the money only. But neither of them expected the past to catch up. Years ago, Sydney was the victim of a horrific setup; her stepmother hired someone to violate her. But instead, she ended up in a stranger’s bed: Zeke’s. That one night, which gave her Michaela, has changed her life ever since that day. Years later, a familiar ring on her father-in-law’s finger sparks suspicion. A DNA test confirms the unthinkable: Zeke is Michaela’s father. Then comes another shock: Zeke is revealed on live TV as the heir of the Forbes family. Now, everything Sydney thought she knew crumbles. Will she confront Zeke with the truth? Will he admit what really happened that night? And if he does… can she ever forgive him?

"Don't try to f*ck me and I'll make your ad," I said suddenly, desperately hoping not to f*ck Will over anymore than I already had. I looked him dead in the eye, challenging him. As I sat there half n*ked on his kitchen island with my throbbing, wet pu**y aching to have him inside me, I realized I had an even bigger problem. I liked him. For what seemed like an age he contemplated my offer. Then suddenly he backed up, stuck the finger still coated in my w*tness into his mouth and l*cked it clean. "Fine. Make the ad and I won't try to f*ck you." My heart sank to the bottom of the ocean as I watched him walk away. My ears perked up when he turned around just as he reached the bedroom and said, "At least not until you ask me to." *** She has a secret. He doesn't care. All that interests him is bedding the woman he can't quite figure out. But what happens when taking her to bed once isn't enough?Supermodel Britney O'Prey isn't interested in the legend of Cupid's Cove. Visitors of the island swear that no guest leaves untouched by Cupid's arrow. But all Britney wants is to be left alone. Her aloofness attracts billionaire Will Hunter's attention, to the point that he can think of nothing but bedding her. But what happens when once isn't enough? What if he's not so content to let her keep her secrets after all?

"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?

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

(WARNING!!!MATURED CONTENTS!!RATED18+) I will have her! You can't do anything about it!" Regan exclaimed, gritting his teeth. "And you think I can't do anything about it, huh?" His father retorted, casting baleful looks at him. "I don't care what you're gonna do, I'd still have her all the same!" He concluded. ***After some set backs in her grades, Maya's mother makes a decision and got her a home tutor who turned out to be super hot, smart, domineering middle aged man whose eyes begin to set her skin ablaze without him setting a finger on her.When he begins to cast secret and accepted looks to her, maya soon finds herself fantasizing about him all day long.Maya finds herself entangled with him and their escapades begin to turn more just a simple tutor and learner relationship both at school and back at his house.  Then the unexpected happens in the form of the professor's son, Regan returning from the university and taking an instant liking to her.Now she is torn between regan's true love for her and the burning passion she shares with the professor.What would happen if or when the professor discovers what is going on between her and his son, regan.What would she do now, if asked to choose, who will she choose and what would the fate for this love triangle be?Will Maya have a rethink about her decision? Read to find out as Maya  fate leave you breathless. Age gape☑ Steamy story☑ professor& student☑ Lust☑ love triangle☑

His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, placing a finger on my mouth. “Uh-uh, what did I say you call me when we're alone?” My body tingled with heat. “Daddy?” “Urgh…” A guttural groan tore from his chest. “Yes, baby?” My mind spaced for a second and Andre took advantage of that, tucking his hands under my legs and carrying me bridal style. “Andre, what are you doing?!” I shriek, dangling my legs in the air. “Finishing what we started, baby.” he chuckled, heading straight for the front door. I shook my head in bemusement. His daughter just found out about us and his brain goes straight to sex? Men… I wasn't any better though as I just waited for him to cross that threshold and pounce on me, instead of dissuading him. He strode over to the loveseat couch, sliding me down his body before pushing me back to the couch. Propped up on my elbows, I looked up at him with hooded eyes, only for the the door knob to flip. My eyes widened and instantly, I jerked up to my feet, coming to stand behind Andre. I had no idea who it was as Claire would have just barged right in. The door opening seemed to take several minutes but in reality, it was only seconds. It swung inwards to reveal Leila, the last person I was expecting to see. She took one look at us and wasn't in the least bit surprised. “So it's true?” Those cold grey eyes moved over to me. “You're the whore that's fucking my husband?”

Roscoe vowed to never put someone on a pedestal, especially if it's because of love. But when the so-called "Devil" of Mafia world met the angel in disguise, Agatha Herodez, he found himself dragging her towards the nearest church, forcedly put a ring on her finger, and vowed to never let her get off the hook from their shotgun marriage. Yup. The devil didn't just find a new toy. He finally got his biggest obsession. Her.