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— You can't write things like this down on paper, — he says, his eyes slowly stripping me. — As long as the contract is valid, I’ll have full access to your body… and I’ll take you as many times as I want. I sink deeper into the couch. What did I expect? Once a week? Stupid girl. — Your only job is to always want me, —his voice grows husky, desire thickening each word. — And to obey every one of my erotic whims. His gaze ignites, burning into me. — For these four months, I own you. You’re mine now. I signed a contract with a sinful billionaire to save my brother’s life… and my own. I didn’t want to. But life didn’t care.

“Don’t you have something to tell me?” he asked, his gaze stern as he leaned over me. “Nothing,” I muttered, trying to pull back. “What if you think harder?” “Let go. I need to leave.” “He doesn’t need you anyway. So what? Am I your target tonight?” “You didn’t look like a victim,” I snapped irritably. “Then why did you run?” His arm wrapped tightly around my waist. “I was in a hurry,” I blurted, my voice shaky. “Care to explain that?” “Looked to me like you came here with another girl.” “Right now, I’m all yours.” “I don’t want that. Let me go.” I tried to push free, but his grip only tightened. “You seduced me, lit a fire in me, gave me a taste of something rare—and now you want to walk away?” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Exactly. Now let me go!” My voice was anything but steady.

She found herself in the wrong place, yet at precisely the right time. Fragile and far too proper for this wild world, she had always been guided by cold reason and logic. But that evening, something went awry. Agreeing to a peculiar game, the girl had no idea how far she would go under his clear and commanding orders. He knew how to strike a nerve, how to make her tremble with anticipation and desire. His every gaze, every touch made her forget all her fears. And though her mind screamed of danger, her heart had long since surrendered to this insane passion.

The Call: After a failed relationship, Selena — urged on by her friends — performs a ritual on Halloween, half in jest. Soon, however, she begins to have vivid, almost tangible dreams, and is haunted by the piercing gaze of a stranger with silver eyes. As she unravels the mystical clues, she opens a door to a secret that will change her life... and reality itself. The Echo: After her friend disappears, Karina becomes obsessed, searching for answers in legends, rituals and articles about portals and magical dates. She refuses to give up on reaching Iliaris. But everything changes on Midsummer Night. The ancient celebration awakens something far more powerful than myth. Then he appears: mysterious, dangerous, and all too real.

His bachelor party was supposed to end with a lavish surprise from his friends—a night with an expensive escort. Only… he knocked on the wrong door. And found me instead. We were never meant to meet, but fate doesn’t ask for permission. Now, this man haunts my thoughts, my dreams… and has taken root in my heart. He became my paradise—sweet, irresistible, and completely forbidden. Because he belongs to another…

— Hands off! She’s my girl, — Mikhail appears out of nowhere. I turn. It’s him. He yanks me toward him without hesitation, wrapping an arm tightly around my waist. — Yours? — the man sneers, squeezing his glass of liquor. — Yes, — Mikhail pulls me even closer. I glare at him. I could slap him right now too! I’m furious. — Then why isn’t she wearing a collar? — the man growls. — She slapped me! Do you know what that means? — Maybe you shouldn’t have laid a hand on me! — the words burst out of me before I can stop them. I don’t get to finish—Mikhail covers my mouth with his hand and says calmly: — I know. But she’s new, — then adds. — She just forgot to put on her collar. — Girls like her need to be trained. — I’m on it, — he says coldly and starts dragging me away.

"Easy, my love. Don’t fight me… or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and punish you in the bedroom." What? What did he just say? My love? Did I hear that right? "Say it again!" I breathe the words against his lips. "What did you just call me?" My eyes fly open. I forget how to breathe. I wait. He’s watching me with that strange intensity. "You heard me right," he says and time slows down. Or maybe it’s just me, caught in this moment as if in slow motion, staring at his lips as they move, forming those impossible words: "I love you." The world stops spinning. I’m too scared to even breathe. "You don’t have to believe me," he says, voice rough. "But it’s the truth. You drive me out of my mind. My. Іncredible. Temptation." And now he waits—tense, motionless. So… he’s not lying?

— Why don't you give me a massage, Liz! I flinch at such familiarity and look directly at my boss. — I... I... I am a highly qualified specialist with higher education... I have a red diploma and it certainly wasn't awarded for massage skills. I offer you complete subordination... at work... making coffee, taking overtime. — Yes, yes, that will all happen, — an emotion unfamiliar to me freezes on his handsome face, and his lips spread into a subtle smile. — But right now I want a massage. Start with the shoulders. *** I broke our Beast's, I mean Boss's, expensive phone. And because of such a trifle, I found myself completely at his mercy.

My life was full of joy and love. I was studying for the profession I had dreamed of since childhood. I had a boyfriend whom I think I truly loved, and we were going to get married, but one trip to a club changed everything.

— I agree, — my father's words sound like a death sentence. I glance at the old man, whose face is twisted into a hideous grin that sends a chill down my spine. — I'm against it. Father, I'm against it, — I shout, unable to contain my emotions. He can't... he can't marry me off to this freak. — Shut up, Elizabeth. I've already given my consent, your opinion doesn't matter. Now get out of my sight, — he says in a steely tone, and I want to hit him with something. There will be no wedding. It won't happen. #Very emotional #True love #Trial of fate #Explicit scenes

Fleeing from my cruel father and an unwanted marriage, I fell into the hands of a dangerous man. Only in his arms did I feel truly alive for the first time.

They've known each other for a long time. Their mothers are best friends, but their children hate each other. At least, that's how it used to be. Only the children are grown now. Yaryna is convinced Lukian still hates her, seeing him as the greatest punishment for sins unknown. Now he even lives next door and knows her most intimate secrets, which she accidentally blurted out to him when he gave her shelter for one night. The longer they communicate, the more Lukian's behavior surprises her. But worst of all, she's starting to feel an inexplicable physical attraction to him that's becoming harder to ignore each day.

— You’re fired, — his voice cuts through the air. — And not just fired. With the kind of reference I’ll give you, you’ll be lucky to land a job as a street cleanerю. He turns and walks away. I freeze. My insides go cold. — No! — I jump up from my knees and run after him. — Mr. Anton Oleksandrovych, please don’t fire me! I’ll do anything! Anything—just don’t let me go! I cling to the sleeve of his shirt, stretched over his strong frame. He stops, frowns, and mutters: — Anything? His gaze drops slowly over my body, unsettling. Intense. — Anything at all? I nod desperately. I mixed up the gift bags… and instead of a proper present, my boss handed his business partner a sex toy. From an actual adult store.

Ось переклад англійською: --- "Hey, little one, take it easy," I hear a pleasant voice with a playful tone. "Though, I wouldn't mind cuddling with you." I tilt my head up and get caught in a pair of green eyes, full of mischief. "Well, I would mind," I growl in response. "Let me go, I'm in a hurry." It was the first time I ran into this guy. I had no idea that, soon, we’d become close. Very close.

Arseniy inherited not just a small business. On top of everything else, he also has a teenage brother. Martin is trying to put his life in order and achieve his goals. How will their lives intersect, and how will it all end?

— Cat got your tongue? — his burning gaze lingers on my lips. — What happened? The other day you were yelling so loudly, half the city heard you. And now you’re quiet... He smirks. — This is your fault! — I manage to snap, forcing courage into my voice. — I was just crossing the street, and you— — And what about me? His right hand drops to my thigh, lifting the hem of my skirt just slightly. — You should’ve stepped out of your car and apologized instead of insulting me, — I protest, my breath hitching as his hand slides higher. It’s already halfway up my thigh. — Excuses won’t save you, — he murmurs, his eyes locking with mine as his grip tightens. — One way or another, that thing you drew on my hood... will end up between your lips.

- This has dragged on, my dear. I'm letting you go. - Don't let go, - Camilla whispered. The girl looked at him with a gaze for which a man would do anything. - Camilla, I kidnapped you, kept you locked up, ruined your wedding. - You taught me to love! You helped me learn what freedom and the right to choose are. Don't let go! Wanting to get revenge on his rich boss, Nazar kidnapped his niece. A tender and sweet girl, whom it's impossible not to fall in love with. He fell in love, not expecting to be reciprocated. What should he do now with these unplanned feelings?

Giada, the granddaughter of an Italian mafia boss, is not the perfect woman for the world of blood and violence she grew up in—she knows it. She was never born to be a submissive wife, and she never imagined her fate would be sealed by an arranged marriage. But in the mafia world, there are rules even she must obey. What began as a forced alliance soon turned into a game where passion and violence intertwine. Betrayals lurk, an enemy rises, and yet her feelings grow stronger.

Since we started living together, six years have passed. Six of the happiest years of my life—but now, as soon as Artem moved to another city for university and left us, everything has changed. Maybe it’s the job taking its toll, or perhaps Roman’s love has faded. New murders, new acquaintances, new pain.

Lucian was sure he had found the love of his life, until she chose to marry someone else. Years later, with a hardened heart and a deep cynicism toward love and people, fate brings them back together… in a night full of passion and desire. But there’s one problem. “Who are you?” Frances asks, her eyes filled with confusion. She doesn’t remember him. But he’s never been able to forget her. BOOK 2 in the “LOVE ME” serie. Each book can be read as a standalone.