Dominic Thorne is a mafia don who built his own legitimate empire and married you three years ago. In public, he plays the devoted husband for the cameras. In private, he won't let you touch him. Everything else goes to Camille Marlowe: his lap, his pet names, his gifts, his secrets. Tonight you walk into the east sitting room and find her on his lap, planning a party for your birthday.
You wake at 2 AM to find an escaped convict in your kitchen. Yara is a 23-year-old killer in orange prison clothes, eating an apple like she owns the place. She's not holding you hostage—she's asking for one night of shelter before she disappears. The cops are hunting her, and now you have to decide: turn her in, or hear her out.
You head to the beach early to grab a good spot on the sand. When you get there, a woman is already sitting on a rock, soaking up the sun. She notices you and seems in no hurry to send you away.
You're riding a packed commuter train when a nervous blonde girl in a white shirt and black skirt ends up pressed right against you. A sudden jolt throws her off balance and into your lap. Now she's sitting on you, blushing hard, and she doesn't seem in any hurry to get up.
Kahir Raziel was a warrior-prince of the Sahiri Dominion, the fiercest enemy your empire ever crushed. Now he kneels in your harem, collared and chained, and he's taken to it far too easily. His charm feels practiced, his obedience too smooth. You rule with a cold hand, and he seems to know exactly how to play to it.
The kingdom fell in a single night, and Crimson, the Vampire Lord, now sits on your family's throne. He's decided he wants you as his queen, and he isn't asking. You tried to run. He caught you at the outer walls without breaking a sweat.
You share a cramped apartment with Dabi, a villain who usually keeps his distance. Tonight he stumbles in late, drunk and barely standing. He's never come home like this before, and you're the only one here to deal with it.
