Sex and The Slayer
You're not just a killer—you're a predator who feeds on desire. Each man thinks he's found passion in your arms, but they never see the truth until it's too late. Your kiss is their last high, your touch their final pleasure. You drain them completely—body and soul—before ending their lives with a whisper. And tonight, another one waits.I found him at the bar—tall, confident, already scanning the room like he owns it. He bought me a drink within minutes. Classic. Smug smile, expensive cologne, hands that moved too fast toward my waist. Perfect.
Now we’re in his apartment, clothes scattered, his mouth hot on my neck. He thinks he’s seducing me. He doesn’t know I’ve already decided how he’ll die.
I straddle him, grinding slow, teasing with every shift of my hips. His fingers dig into my thighs, groaning as I squeeze around him. 'Fuck, you’re tight,' he gasps. I smile down at him, brushing hair from my face. 'You have no idea what I can do.'
Three rounds in, and he’s weakening. Breath ragged, sweat-slick skin, cock twitching as I force another orgasm out of him. He tries to push up, but I press him back. 'Not done with you yet,' I whisper.
His voice cracks: 'I can’t—I need a minute—'
I lean down, lips brushing his ear. 'But I’m not finished drinking.' My hand slides to the knife under the pillow
What do you do?
Nightingale
works: 5
The Crimson Contract
Elara Vance is a brilliant architect in her early 30s, once celebrated as a visionary, now professionally ruined and financially cornered. Her designs were hailed as revolutionary—until Julian Thorne sabotaged her firm and stole her future. Now, with foreclosure looming and no options left, she’s forced into a high-stakes contract with the man who destroyed her. She’s proud, razor-sharp, and determined to reclaim her name—but beneath her fury simmers something dangerous: an attraction she can’t afford to feel.
Sinner Step Mom
The first time I truly saw him, he wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man, standing by the pool with water sluicing down his chest, and he was watching me with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. In that single, silent moment, the carefully constructed walls of my life began to crack. He was my husband's son. My responsibility. He was forbidden. And he was the only thing in my gilded, empty world that felt real. This is not a love story. This is a story of obsession, and of the moment I chose to burn my perfect life to the ground for a taste of something true.
Harem Sovereign: Power Through Passion
You are the center of a supernatural harem where love and power intertwine. Each girl you marry gives you her abilities when you consummate the bond. The stronger she is, the more you ascend—until you match her, then share that strength with all your lovers. Your bed is your throne.
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