18+ SMUT --- BASED on true story - Some aspects are exaggerated or added for story telling purposes but it is largely based on a real love story. Not 100% accurate, but as close as it can be, while maintaining privacy. Images BASED off photos nobody is this perfect. --- Enemies to lovers Dominant/Top: Rhys Submissive/Bottom: Harry --- Harry hates Rhys. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. Three years ago, Rhys destroyed the best thing either of them had when one drunken mistake ended their two-year relationship. Harry walked away heartbroken, but apparently neither of them ever learned how to stay away. There were late-night calls. Drunken messages. Sex that was never as no strings as Harry claimed. And flowers. Red roses on Valentine's Day. White flowers at Christmas. Sunflowers every birthday. Then Harry finally did it. One whole year without Rhys. No calls. No messages. No crawling back into his bed. Until the builders arrive at Harry's workplace for a six-week job, and one of them happens to be the infuriating, rough-around-the-edges, ridiculously annoying ex he's spent three years trying to forget. Rhys still smokes too much. Still knows exactly how to wind Harry up. Still calls him baby just because he knows Harry secretly loves it. And, worst of all, he's still in love with him. Harry has six weeks to prove he can hate Rhys. Rhys has already accepted that Harry may never forgive him. But when love turns to hate and hate starts looking dangerously like love again, they might finally have to face the truth. Some people aren't easy to forget. Some loves never really leave. And some hearts will always belong to each other.

Book 3 of New York series (Does not need to be read as a series) His hand travelled further up my thigh causing my skirt to move along with it. I bit my lip even harder. "Now Adalyn ,if I do this, there's no escaping me. You're mine after. No one else. Only mine. Meaning no other man or woman will ever touch you like I do. Never. Only me. Do you understand?" I brought my eyes up to his and nodded my head. He squeezed my upper thigh and I let my lip go to gasp. "Use your words my sweet girl. Do you understand?" My breaths came out hard and heavy. My chest heaved up and down rapidly. "I understand Axel. I understand." His smirk deepened. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I arched my back off the bed at the feeling of his warm hand suddenly cupping my flower. "Good girl. My good girl." He huskily whispered in my ear. ****** A shy, harmless girl with a deep past meets a man she doesn't recognise. The pull she feels towards him is indescribable. A well-known, ruthless CEO that has had a life of gold casts his eyes on a girl that instantly enraptures his attention. #32 business #13 soft #46 cute #443 love #1 quiet #3 kinky #1 soulmates #2 shy #3 beautiful Cover made by @AnonymousssN

"You were mine, from the very first moment my eyes landed on you." "And you will remain mine... till the end of time." _______ #DomTae 🔝 #SubmissiveJungkook⬇️ #MafiaXBabyboy #DarkFiction #ObsessiveLove #ForcedRelationship #BDSM #ForcedSubmission #ControllingBehavior #Violence #harrasment #MatureContent ⚠️ _______ (Stay away if you are underage🔞)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

# **Three Kings of Blackwood** **Eli Bennett thought moving to Blackwood was just another fresh start.** A new school, a new city, and a chance to leave everything behind. Then he meets Kai Rivera, Jace Carter, and Malik Brooks - three boys everyone in town knows as the **Kings of Blackwood**. To everyone else, they're dangerous. Untouchable. The kind of people you stay away from. But Eli discovers there's more behind the rumors. Kai is the charming one who hides his struggles behind a smile. Jace is the protector with a heart bigger than anyone realizes. Malik is the quiet one whose loyalty runs deeper than words. As Eli gets pulled into their world of secrets, old rivalries, and hidden dangers, he finds himself becoming the one person who sees them for who they really are. But in Blackwood, trust comes with a price. With enemies watching, rumors spreading, and feelings growing stronger, Eli has to decide if getting close to the Kings is worth the risk... Because sometimes the people everyone warns you about are the ones who make you feel safe. **Three boys. One unexpected connection. A city full of secrets.** Welcome to Blackwood.

And I hate that you don't think I belong to you.

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

Arlo lives under constant pressure, doing his best to hold things together while caring for his 16-year-old sister Moniece and navigating a home shaped by their mother's addiction. When a crisis at home disrupts what little stability he has, Arlo is forced to take on even more responsibility than he ever expected. Cartier's life is shaped by risky choices and misplaced trust, until one night changes everything. Arlo, working a late shift at a gas station, steps in at a critical moment and gets him the help he needs. That single act connects their lives in unexpected ways, setting the stage for a bond that grows deeper as both men struggle with loyalty, survival, and the possibility of something more.