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Micah Hart had learned a few things the first few months of officially dating Damon Romano, a vicious mafioso/ridiculously rich billionaire, infamous throughout New York City for his cutthroat "business" tactics: 1. Damon was soft for nothing and no one . . . except Micah (and maybe his sisters). 2. His domineering tendencies definitely extended to the bedroom. 3. Damon didn't trust him—not completely. That last one shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.

The Onyx Brotherhood offers me everything: money, resources, and the chance to pursue my research outside of the law. The ancient secret society shapes the world, but there's a dark price to join. All Brothers must choose a Ward. A captive woman to own, punish, and train to perfect submission. If I refuse or she fails to perform at my initiation ceremony, I'm dead. Eve is sweet, naive, and addictive. My obsession grows until she's all I can think about. I watch her from the shadows and imagine her chained at my feet. I can't do this to my beautiful girl.

Immobilienmakler Malcom erwacht angekettet in einem schmuddeligen Büro. Von seinen Entführern lernt er auf die harte Tour, was Gehorsam bedeutet, als die Gangster ihn brutal für sadistische Sexspiele missbrauchen. In seinem Elend erkennt Malcom nur einen Hoffnungsschimmer: Cody! Der junge Mann, der unter den Entführern lebt, wird zum Fixpunkt seiner Existenz. Um ihn zu retten, würde er alles aufgeben – sogar sein Leben.

On the surface, my new boyfriend is a stiff, buttoned-up architect. He plans every detail of his life while carefully maintaining the walls he’s built around his heart. But when the biggest project of his career pulls him away, Clay’s solution is both temporary and unconventional. It even comes with a name—Travis. This handsome stranger is sweet and thoughtful. He’s only meant to be a stand-in, to fulfill my needs under Clay’s watchful direction, yet these two men couldn’t be more different. The one thing they share? Well, I guess that would be me.

This is Alabaster Penitentiary... Where they send you when the world thinks you're dead. And trust me, you'll wish you were. We're the stain on society. The freaks, the creeps, your favorite Netflix documentaries come to life. They lock us up and throw away the key, because we deserve it. But not me. I'm just a lowly bank robber. I don't belong here, surrounded by psychopaths and killers with no remorse... At least, I don't think I do.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

Ainsley Morelli was everything I craved, the breath in my lungs, my only home. But she sent me to die, and threw dirt on my grave. That was another life. When she had the upper hand. In this one, I’m the lead enforcer for KORT. And she’s on the run and in my backyard. I’ve waited years to ruin her and her family. Her smoking gun might do it for me. No need to rush.

I wasn’t looking for attachments. I certainly wasn’t looking to get drunkenly hitched to my coworker’s best friend, the very man I’ve been denying an attraction to for over a year. The thing is Kipp is gorgeous and kind and a self-proclaimed mess, and now that we’re married—and living together—all I want is to take care of him. But Kipp is only just learning about his submissive side. It doesn’t matter how good he is for me. It doesn’t even matter that he turns to putty every time I call him doll.

I must win on Monday. This Game is what I’ve sprinted, sparred, and sweated for. Not just because everyone calls me Sigma’s Savior. Not only for the Lunar Chalice. No. On Monday I must escape the hunter at the Massacre. Because if I don’t… I’m his.

He was never supposed to see her. She was never supposed to survive. Emily’s life has always existed in the shadow of the dead. Working at her family’s funeral home, she thought she knew secrets. But nothing prepares her for the night she discovers what really happens after midnight—or the man who’s been watching her from the dark. Ruarc is a killer with a code. Ruthless, disciplined, and loyal only to his criminal family. But the moment he sees Emily, something shifts. She’s meant to be leverage—an unwilling pawn in a dangerous game of betrayal and revenge. Instead, she becomes his obsession.

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I stepped into Club Radiant with one simple goal: to learn the fundamentals of sex. As luck would have it, I collided with a seasoned master, a man twice my age, whose smoldering gaze promises of a world where all my problems could vanish in an instant. But he's not just any dom. He's my new sex ed instructor, and his lessons defy the pages of any textbook. Our classes? They're not your ordinary lectures. They're demonstrations of any and every sex act that I can possibly think of. There's just one little problem…I didn't bring a partner.

I entered the game. He already chose me. If I go into that basement, I'll be prey. That's the game: twenty men hunting five women. Whoever catches me will claim me—right there on the floor—and I'll be his for thirty days and nights. No refusals. No limits. As a successful, focused professional, I have no business indulging in this dark fantasy. But I can’t resist. Not when he might be there. The man who fuels my most forbidden obsession.

As the second youngest Ravage brother, I’ve spent my entire adult life rectifying our tainted family name and keeping my urges behind closed doors. Until my best friend’s little sister shows up at The Hunt ready to play, and I lose control. I tell myself it’s just a taste. Except, with her, I should’ve known a single taste wouldn’t be enough. And then the good girl I’ve known most of my life drops to her knees. For me. From that moment on, I knew she would only ever be one thing. Mine.

Eugenie Markham is a powerful shaman who does a brisk trade banishing spirits and fey who cross into the mortal world. Mercenary, yes, but a girl's got to eat. Her most recent case, however, is enough to ruin her appetite. Hired to find a teenager who has been taken to the Otherworld, Eugenie comes face to face with a startling prophecy - one that uncovers dark secrets about her past and claims that Eugenie's first-born will threaten the future of the world as she knows it.

I'm not someone my mother would be proud to have given her life for. I've killed. Maimed. Hurt people far beyond the scope of what the human mind can imagine. Because that's what I was told I was. Destruction. And that's all I was good for. That's all I want to do right now. Breaker is a complicated man with many dark secrets. He's the breaker of rules, of codes, of men... He's also the only one who dares to defy Fallon, the powerful man who raised him and his brothers. The same man who stands between Breaker and everything he's ever wanted.

I'm stuck in an uptown lobby while my dreams of making it as a model in New York hang by a single thread. Meanwhile, Olivier Arnaud lives his best life as a useless socialite, flaunting his wealth, his looks, and his privilege. His gaze taunts, and his nightly, condescending smirks burrow deep beneath my skin where I simmer with bitterness and hate. The day he asks me to deliver his mail directly to his twelfth-floor penthouse, he makes it personal, and the thread snaps—violently. With my hand around his neck, I feel alive for the first time in months.

He was my foster brother. He swore to protect me. He failed. They all failed. I’m an open box of passé photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. I’m the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. But he has come back. He’s not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad-boy rich brat that I hated to love. He’s the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he doesn’t answer to Royce Kane anymore. He answers to Sicko.

One touch. One moment. One night. That’s all it was meant to be. One crazy night in a masked sex club for my best friend’s birthday. I didn’t know what to expect. The last thing I saw happening was a sexy and mysterious Dom choosing me to be his Sub for the night. But once the mask was lifted, everything changed. It could never be just a casual one night stand. Mainly because the Dom I spent the night with wasn’t just anyone, he was my mother’s ex-husband…my ex-stepfather.

She's become my obsession. I hate her for it. I took her for another reason. But now? Now I don't think I'll let her go.