At eight years old, Alexa Smith witnessed her neighbor kill a man. From the kitchen window of her family's apartment, she saw nineteen-year-old Elias Devereux dragging a body through the alley behind their building. Blood on his hands. A smile on his face. Calmness where fear should have been. And then he looked directly at her. Terrified he would come after her next, Alexa made a desperate choice to survive. She pretended to be blind. What began as a child's lie became her entire identity. For nineteen years, Alexa perfected the performance. The careful steps. The lowered gaze. The thick glasses and quiet demeanor convinced everyone around her that she could no longer see. Everyone believed her. Everyone except Elias. Now twenty-seven, Alexa has spent years away from home trying to escape the shadow of the boy next door. But after her mother's sudden death, she's forced to return to the one place she swore never to set foot in again. Only to discover Elias never left. Now thirty-eight, Elias Devereux is no longer the troubled teenager from the alley. He's wealthy, respected, dangerously charming, and loved by everyone in town. The perfect neighbor. The perfect gentleman. No one knows he became a serial killer. No one knows bodies have continued disappearing for years. And no one knows the blind woman across the street has been silently terrified of him her entire life. Because Elias has always known the truth. He knows Alexa can see. He notices the way her eyes follow movement when she forgets herself. The way her fear sharpens whenever he gets too close. The way she still looks at him like she remembers exactly what he is. What begins as suspicion soon twists into obsession. Now trapped between grief, fear, and the man who has haunted her since childhood, Alexa finds herself caught in a dangerous game where every secret has teeth. Because the closer Elias gets to exposing her lie... the more she realizes the serial killer next door may never l

In a world of cold power and sterile luxury, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫 is the untouchable devil. A ruthless billionaire whose empire drips with blood and billions, he lives by one savage rule: 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Skin is poison. Contact is contamination. His body is a locked fortress-until the day his control begins to burn. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘴. Calm. Graceful. Dangerously composed. The new maid moves through his marble halls like living temptation-soft curves wrapped in a crisp uniform, warm skin that carries the faint scent of lavender and sin. She doesn't cower. She doesn't break. And that quiet defiance sets Dante's blood on fire. His obsession ignites instantly. He isolates her. He watches her every breath through hidden cameras. He pulls her into his private sanctuary and makes her the center of his sterile, suffocating world. What begins as forbidden hunger quickly becomes feral need. The man who recoils from touch now aches to devour her-running starving hands over her bare skin, tasting her trembling lips, burying himself deep inside her slick heat while fighting the revulsion that once ruled him. Every hard thrust, every desperate moan, every filthy whisper of ownership chips away at his sanity. She consents. She surrenders. But she never truly escapes. In the heat of his madness, Dante's touch turns raw, possessive, and devastating. He claims her against cold marble, on silk sheets soaked with sweat, and in the darkness where pain and pleasure blur. He will shatter every rule, ruin his own mind, and lock her in his gilded cage just to feel her come undone around him again and again. She was supposed to be invisible. Instead, she became his addiction... and his only weakness. He will never let her go.

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

BOOK 4 "Fuck, Carmen," I growl, gripping her locs tight, forcing her down until her nose presses into my abdomen. "Choke on that d-k, filthy a** slut. You love being my little cock-hungry bitch, don't you?"

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Tommaso Ferrari finding love in this insane book. Sorry this is too smutty *********************** "Fuck princess make me cum like you used to every time you dance for me" he said and I started opening the button to exposed my cupped breast in a bra and he groaned out He continued moving my waist with the rhythm on how he wanted me to move and when he groaned out in pressure I started moving by myself at a faster pass and he groaned out "Oh yess baby just like that... Yeah.... Fuck.." He groaned out releasing and he touched my hair pulling me to him and started kissing on my neck "Oh..goodness.... Oooh" I moaned out Tom is the only guy I feel this for.... He cannot do that because it'll turn me the hell on he knows that's my weak spot with or without clothes It wasn't like how i could treat other customers this time is it was different and the fact that i let him touch me was a sign I can't do this not with all the teasing and all these kisses he knows my body like a map he knows where to touch,what to do and when to do it I pulled back from him standing up and he groaned out "I'm sorry tom you can keep the money I need to go" I said and he laughed pulling me to him Looking at him I gasped when he stripped the dress away from me leaving with the lingerie and he took a sharp breathe observing it and holding me close to him ******************** WARNING: SMUT THROUGHOUT THE BOOK Enjoy❤❤

"No!" I screamed in his face, sobs wracking my body as I pounded my fists into his chest. "Get away from me!" "I'm so sorry!" he screamed back, gripping my face, forcing me to look at him. His thumbs brushed my tears, but I kept hitting, emotions a tangled mess with rage, hurt, that stupid pull toward him. "Keep hurting me," he rasped, voice breaking. "Punish me if you need to." Then he crashed his lips into mine, the kiss fierce and desperate, all teeth and tongue, pouring out his regret and need. Mature 18+ ⚠️ This story includes dark and potentially disturbing themes such as violence, assault, manipulation, and explicit mature content.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Consensual sex scenes aka smut. The smut is heavy, so is my plot, but warnings are put. Consent is always in the chapter. ♥️ ILLICIT DESIRES - A dark-romance mafia novel Rita Barrera cherishes the beauty of Mother Nature, but her love is lethal. She paints her lips with the colors of her venomous flowers as lipstick. One innocent kiss is all it takes for her target to fall dead beneath her lips. Roman Esposito thrives on havoc. A bounty hunter with hands adept at killing, slick with blood, he earned the reputation of the Devil's Hand. He kills without blinking, without flinching. He kills for others. He kills for his boss, Antonio Alessi. But no one ever killed for him, until Rita pressed a deadly kiss onto the lips of an old hag who came for him. He owes her a kiss. He repaid it the only way he knows how, tasting her, in the dark, illicitly, on her other lips, hidden under an emerald thong. Yet the life she took for him remains unpaid. Ironically, the next soul on his list, the one he is sworn to send straight to Hell, is hers. What happens when the hunter collides with his hunt? When desire, danger, and debt stall the hands meant to take her life? Is it truly the debt that binds him, or the illicit taste she left on the tip of his tongue? Started: 02.11.2020 Completed: 19.02.2021 ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM! ⚠️⚠️⚠️