“Say my name, baby. Tell me who this pus sy belongs to.” “Damian…” she moaned softly as I curled my fingers, hitting her just right. “Louder.” “DAMIAN!” Inside the bathroom, Henry let out a wrecked sob, as if her screaming my name had just carved his heart out all over again. Perfect. I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and licked them clean while she watched over her shoulder, her eyes glazed. Then I dropped to my knees like a man ready to worship his god. Because yes, I would worship this pus sy like it was my god. **** After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim. With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge. But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.

“He came for a debt. Instead, he took a bride.” Alina Moretti lost everything in one night—her fiancé, her fortune, her future. Desperate to secure her inheritance, she needs a fake fiancé. When she approaches Milan’s most dangerous club, hoping to find a willing stranger, she instead finds herself kidnapped by the devil himself. Valentino Romano, popularly known as The Devil of Milan, is the ruthless heir to Italy’s most feared mafia empire. Two years ago, Alina’s father borrowed from him, promising a repayment that never came. Now, Val is back, and he’s not interested in money. He wants her. ***** I glared at him, swallowing back the tremor in my throat. “One day, I’ll make you pay for everything.” * * His smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened. * * “Then I’ll make sure you stay alive long enough to try.” * * His free hand ripped the flimsy red lace from my body like it was paper. I arched, trying to twist away, but his weight pinned me, all hard muscle and coiled rage. The scars on his chest brushed against my nipples, rough and deliberate, and I hated how my body betrayed me with a traitorous shudder. * * “Look at you,” he purred, dragging his knuckles down my stomach. * * “Trembling… Is it fear… or are you wet for the man who got your nonna killed?” He taunted, his smile mocking. * * “I’ll kill you—” * * “I can’t wait, amore mio [my love],” he growled, and without warning, his hand slid between my legs. * * I jolted. * * “Don’t—!” * * Too late. * * One thick finger pushed inside me, hard. I sobbed, my back bowing off the bed, but he only chuckled, working me open with slow, cruel, torturous strokes. * * “Tighter than I thought,” he mused, a cruel smirk curling on his annoyingly handsome face. * * “Did your little ex not know how to stretch this pretty little cuntt?” ^ * I kicked wildly, but his other hand clamped down on my hip, his nails nearly drawing blood. * * “Keep fighting,” he dared me, adding a second finger. The stretch burned. “It’ll hurt worse when I split you open on my c*ck.” * * The crude words sent a shock through me. My thighs shook, torn between clamping shut and kicking him into hell. * * His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly, tauntingly. A low hiss escaped my lips. * * “Devil.” * * He chuckled, low and wicked. “You keep saying that.” His fingers slid lower, through my slick, and my breath hitched. * * “Yet here you are,” he murmured, “dripping for the devil.”

When Grace Lowry’s husband’s ex-wife returned, she lost her marriage overnight. And just when she was at the verge of losing her property and company, she crossed paths with a stranger. But little did she know, this stranger was not just as ordinary as he seemed. He is Richard Moore, the richest heir in Florida and the most powerful lawyer in the country. This man secretly helped Grace reclaim her property, and with his silent support, Grace was able to make a perfect comeback. Now, she vows to make her husband pay for everything he did. But is her husband going to back down and let her claim everything back? This is going to be war.

Imagine embarking on a luxurious twelve-day cruise event with your toxic boyfriend, only to miraculously find yourself playing the fake girlfriend of the one man he hates most—a devilishly handsome billionaire. To make matters worse—or perhaps better—you’re forced to share a cabin with him. Twelve days, one cabin, and the man your boyfriend loathes... What could possibly go wrong? Or better yet, what could go right? **** “Relax your jaw,” I instructed, my hand tangling in her hair. “Use your tongue more.” She tried to follow my instructions, her tongue flicking over me in a way that was both awkward and endearing. I groaned, the sound slipping out before I could stop it, and her eyes flicked up to meet mine. “Good girl,” I murmured, unable to hold back the praise. She kept going, her confidence growing with every sound she pulled from me. My body tensed, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Faster,” I urged, my voice rough as I tightened my grip on her hair. She obeyed, her rhythm still imperfect but enough to push me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I came, my release spilling onto her chest as she pulled back in surprise. She blinked down at herself, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “I’ll clean it—” “Don’t,” I interrupted, my voice sharp. She froze, her hands hovering over her chest as she looked at me with wide, uncertain eyes. “Leave it,” I said, my tone firm but low. “I like seeing you like this.” Her mouth opened as if to argue, but she quickly closed it, her blush deepening. I reached for the drawer beside the bed, my fingers curling around the smooth, familiar shape of the rose toy I’d bought after learning she was a virgin. I’d planned this moment long before today, fantasized about how I’d use it on her—how I’d make her fall apart again and again in ways she didn’t even know were possible. But now, I wanted to see what she would do with it. Her innocence was like a live wire, unpredictable and endlessly entertaining, and I was in no rush to let her off the hook. I tossed the rose to her, watching as it landed in her lap. “Use it,” I said, my voice calm and detached, but my body thrumming with anticipation. She blinked at the toy, her fingers fumbling as she picked it up. She turned it over in her hands, her nose scrunching in confusion. “What is it?” “You’ll figure it out,” I replied, leaning back against the bed. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze locked on her. She inspected it like it was some alien artifact, tilting her head as she studied the petals and the smooth silicone surface. I bit back a smirk as her brow furrowed, her innocence on full display. “It’s… pretty,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. “Octavia,” I said, a hint of warning in my tone. “Stop wasting time and use it.” Her head snapped up, her cheeks flushing as she nodded quickly. “Okay, okay…” I watched, my amusement growing as she fumbled with the toy, her fingers pressing random buttons until the soft, rhythmic vibration filled the air. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she nearly dropped it. “It’s… it’s vibrating,” she said, looking up at me as if she’d just discovered fire. “Good observation,” I deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. She glanced back down at it, biting her lip as if she were trying to solve a puzzle. My patience was thinning, but I couldn’t deny how entertained I was by her cluelessness. “Put it where you think it belongs,” I said, my voice low and firm. Her blush deepened, and she hesitated, the rose vibrating softly in her hands. Finally, with a determined nod, she leaned forward and— To my absolute shock—shoved the toy directly against her cheek, dragging it in small circles as if it were a massage tool. I froze, completely thrown off as she closed her eyes, letting out a small, content sigh. “This… this is actually really nice,” she said, her voice soft as she tilted her head, letting the rose buzz against her temple like she was treating herself to a spa day. “It’s so relaxing. Where did you get this? I feel like it could help with headaches.” I stared at her, completely speechless. “You’ve got to be kidding me."

One Night. One Mistake. One Deal That Changes Everything. Sienna thought her four-year anniversary dinner would end with a ring, not a breakup. Shattered and drowning in heartbreak, one reckless night leads her into the arms of a sinfully attractive stranger. But when morning comes, reality hits hard, and she flees without a trace. Back home, her life is anything but stable. A wicked adoptive mother, a spiteful sister, and looming medical bills for the only father figure she’s ever known weigh heavily on her shoulders. Just when she thinks things can’t get worse, she meets her new boss at Weston Corp—Lucas Jones. The same tattooed stranger from that unforgettable night. Lucas, bruised by her disappearance, wastes no time making her squirm. Then he offers a shocking deal: pretend to be his fiancée for six months and he will pay off her father’s hospital bills in full. Now Sienna must survive working under the gaze of her arrogant, dangerously charming boss while keeping their past, and their growing chemistry, a secret. But enemies lurk in the shadows, and secrets from the past begin to unravel. What will happen when Sienna discovers that her tangled fate with Lucas isn’t a coincidence but destiny? A sizzling enemies-to-lovers romance filled with secrets, revenge, and a love that might just rewrite the past.