"I'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?

Lily Evans thought moving to a new city would mean freedom-a chance to finally stand on her own. Instead, she finds herself overwhelmed, thrown into the middle of a semester she can barely keep up with. Then she meets Professor Angelina Williams. Cold, exacting, and impossible to please, Williams seems to take a particular interest in Lily's every mistake. Their encounters quickly turn into a quiet battle of wit and will, neither willing to give in, neither willing to look away. What begins as friction becomes something harder to ignore-an attraction neither of them wants to name. So they don't. They set boundaries, keep it simple, keep it physical. No feelings. No complications. They said it meant nothing. Until it doesn't. #1 lesbianromance #1 saphic #1 teacher #1 fxf #1 vibes #1 bitter (slowburn) (wlw)

WLW | Age Gap | Professor x Student Bree thought the upcoming school year would be boring and uneventful. But falling in love with her professor proved otherwise. Bree Delaney is a 21-year-old history major who tries to balance between her busy schedule at work, school and maintaining friendships and seeing her family. She didn't plan on adding anything else to her plate. But that was before the new professor caught her eye. Dahlia Callahan, 46, has returned to work after taking a year off to write a book about the feminism movement. She's recently divorced and the last thing she thought would happen upon her return to campus was that she would catch feelings for a student. But even though she's used to planning her life, turns out everything can't be planned. Will Bree and Dahlia accept their feelings for each other? Will they survive a scandal that could bring both of them down? Highest rankings: #1 olderwomen #1 historyteacher #1 womenlovewomen #1 womensfiction #1 txs #2 womanxwoman #7 girlfriend #8 femxfem

𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩. Elowyn Livingston never expected to end up in a courtroom, much less accused of a crime she didn't commit. Innocent, Slick, yet hopelessly out of her depth, she finds herself thrust into a world of lies, betrayal and the one woman who might just save her..𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 Valentin Sinclair doesn't lose. Cold, commanding, and impossible to outmaneuver, she built her reputation on control-especially in the courtroom. She never takes cases she doesn't choose herself, and she certainly doesn't choose people lightly. So when Valentin personally selects Elowyn as her client, it sends one clear message. #1 of the verdict book series.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Going to my friend sleepover definitely wasn't something I thought I wasn't going to regret...

No one is perfect, so why judge? That was the reminder everyone would need when around Ailina. Roselyn found herself judging Ailina no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't bother Ailina, all she cared about was living her life on a high. They both had different views on life and different ways of living that didn't truly match, yet they always found themselves near each other ever since the first night. Roselyn unwilling starts to find herself enjoying Ailina company, so she tries her very best to not judge Ailina. Could she actually keep herself from judging though?

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

They call her MONSTER... but I want her anyway. *** Hizuki "Zuki" runs this city on blood and fear. Everyone knows it. Everyone fears her. Everyone except Irene, the one person she's not supposed to touch. A fragile truce forces them into marriage, and Zuki turns Irene's life into her personal, dangerous playground. She's possessive, intoxicating, and has made one thing perfectly clear: no one else gets to play with what's hers. Irene knows she should be terrified. But the predator in Zuki's dark eyes isn't just scary. It's a "fuck around and find out" level of irresistible. Who's claiming who: the bloodstained queen, or the pawn who's not playing by the rules?

Zora Monet Laguerre. She's like a walking Barbie doll. Her hair and nails are always done. Her outfits are always in season with the perfect designer shoes and bag to match. She's perfect. Everything about her from head to toe is just, well- perfect. And working in the beauty industry, she doesn't have much room to be anything but, so perfect is what she forever strives to be. Rebecca "Ritchie" Diaz. She's the complete opposite of Zora. She thinks perfect is absolutely boring. And as a music producer/song writer, boring goes against everything she stands for. So naturally, she's not a huge fan of Zora's very posh, and at times a bit snobby, attitude. And Zora feels as though Ritchie is too care free and has no sort of structure to her seemingly very chaotic and always on the go lifestyle. And in the beginning they clash- a lot. But as cliché as it sounds, sometimes opposites do in fact attract, and sometimes... they don't. Started: January 9, 2022 Completed: July 7, 2022

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.