𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said, stroking my face, "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your ol

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

Daddy's Secret He was supposed to be my stepfather. The man who married my mom three months ago. The one I barely knew-awkward handshakes, polite nods, forced family dinners. Then Mom left for work overseas. I moved into his house. And everything changed. Late-night glances turned into lingering touches. Accidental brushes became deliberate. What started as forbidden tension exploded into something raw, possessive, and impossible to stop. He claimed me-body, heart, soul. Rough. Gentle. Everywhere. No more hiding. No more secrets. Until the pregnancy test. Until we had to tell her. Until the truth we buried-the nights we stole while she was still his wife-threatened to destroy everything. Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Ours might burn it all down. #stepdad #taboo #forbiddenlove #agegap #pregnancy #darkromance #possessive #spicy

First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...

Aurora King, a 25 year old content single mom, who has just work her way up the nursing latter to D.O.N. Gets unknowingly wrapped up in her baby daddy's gambling debt leading her to meet Matteo Moretti, the Don of the Italian mafia. Matteo takes an immediate liking to Aurora leading him to uncover her family secrets she didn't know existed.

Heaven Carter is 23, brilliant, beautiful, and bred for business. As the only heir to Carter Global Enterprises, she's next in line to take the CEO seat-but there's a catch. Her father's terms? She has to get married first. Not just to anyone, but to Dominic "Dom" Grey-a 32-year-old Black mogul with a reputation soaked in secrets and power. Dom isn't just her father's closest ally-he's a king in his own right, ruling over a shadow empire that operates behind the scenes of luxury and crime. Cold, calculated, and always in control, he agrees to the arrangement to protect Carter's legacy-and because he owes her father a favor. But Heaven? She's not some pawn in a game of kings. She's fire with a voice, ambition in heels, and a temper Dom wasn't ready for. What starts as a paper marriage for power quickly turns into a war of wills. Dom wants obedience. Heaven wants freedom. But neither of them expected the sparks. And in a world where loyalty is deadly and love is a liability, they'll either rise together, or destroy each other.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

She grew up in a broken home- a mother grinding a 9-5 just to survive, and a father who gave her the world... before prison took him away. As an only child, she learned two things early: from her dad: how to want more from her mom: how to get it herself. But when she refused college, her mother slammed the door in her face, leaving her homeless at eighteen. With nothing but a duffel bag and stubborn pride, she crossed state lines and rebuilt her life from the ground up, earning every dollar under the neon lights of The Velvet Whisper. Comfort. Independence. Control. She thought she finally had it all- until Grim, the silent, dangerous owner of the club set his sights on her. And when Grim wants something? He always takes it.

"What the fuck are you crying for?" He asks, gripping my neck tighter as tears rolled down my cheeks. "People cry when the dick is good!" I snapped. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips and I can see the tongue piercing clear as day. "My dick that good, darling?" I nod, "Your tongue is even better." I spread my legs and tilt my head. "So shut up and clean up the mess you made between my legs." He chuckles and smirk, "Yes ma'am. After all, your word is my law." Checkmate. ®