The Second Book of The Under Series {First Book; Under Oath} "Then show me. Strip." Danielle Carter wasn't innocent, nor was she trying to be. Orphaned too late in life to be chosen, and too young to survive on her own, she drifted through the foster system until she aged out at eighteen. Life didn't offer her a safety net, so she made one herself. Chicago taught her quickly how to survive-how to move fast and how to use her body to keep food on the table and a roof over her head. She became a stripper because she had to. And for a while, it worked. By twenty-three, Danielle had already lived a life most people would rather not imagine. Fast money. Faster nights. But, Eventually, she realized the truth-what paid well also buried girls young. So she ran. New York was supposed to be her reset. A clean start. A chance at normalcy. A real W-2 job. But how do you enter "normal society" when your resume is empty and your only experience is stripping? Doors stayed closed. Weeks passed. Money thinned. Then, finally, one door opened. Roman Volkov. Cold. Distant. A Russian self-made billionaire whose global finance empire moves money and assets across borders-clean on paper, dirty beneath the surface. His reputation keeps people careful. His assistants never last. Until Danielle. She's used to men like him. Powerful. Dangerous. Accustomed to being obeyed. When no one else can handle his tone, his demands, his presence-she can. And Roman notices. What begins as just a job turns into something charged. Long nights. Lingering tension. Hunger. Bianca tells herself she's survived worse. Escaped worse. But Roman Volkov is a different kind of danger. Desire doesn't stay contained forever. As boundaries blur and attraction darkens, Bianca finds herself pulled into a world where ambition and temptation collide-and where walking away may cost more than she's willing to lose.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

In Santa Maria, kindness comes with a price-and the Bianchi family always collects. Shanté didn't mean to get tangled in their world. She just needed a fresh start. A job. A place to breathe. But the moment she met Stefano Bianchi, she saw the storm behind the silence. And he saw a girl who made him question everything. In a town where loyalty kills, and love is a loaded weapon, they were never meant to collide. But now that they have... neither of them is walking away unscathed.

"You still mad at me?" Milan doesn't answer. She can't-not when Mister Brax's lips are at her neck, his hands gripping her waist like he dares her to push him away. She should. She swore she would. But then he's tilting her chin up, watching her with that slow, knowing smirk. "Lemme make it up to you." She hates how easy it is to let him. Hates how good he feels when he lifts her onto the counter, sliding between her legs like he belongs there. "Missed this," he murmurs, trailing kisses down her throat. She should stop him. Should remind him that she doesn't do second chances. But when his fingers trace slow circles against her skin, when his mouth brushes just low enough to make her gasp- Milan realizes she doesn't want to stop him at all. She knows better than to fall for Mister Brax again. But with hands like that, a voice like that...she's about to make another bad decision. And this time? It might ruin her Milan King has mastered the art of being untouchable : top-tier lawyer, penthouse apartment, amazing friends and a life so structured it could double as a power point presentation. But when she crosses paths with an old flame-a man she had met at work , who left for a new opportunity and remained her "what if"-the spark reignites. This time, they might finally get a try. --𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

"What do you want?" Silas asked in a low voice. His blue eyes raked over my frame causing me to lose my breath momentarily. "You," I breathed, my eyes darting between the two men in front of me. "I want both of you." Aries smirked, a smug look on his face. "And who are we to stop you?" ⋙ Twenty three year old Natalia Maruo moves into a new apartment unaware that her two roommates are incubi fresh out of hell.

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"Soren, P-Please," I begged, my hand clasping around his wrist, desperate for him to thrust his finger inside me. "I love it when you beg, Amore. But we're running late." He stopped, and I definitely wanted to strangle him for making me frustrated. "I hate you," I groaned. He spun me around and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. "No, you don't," he mumbled against my lips. He pulled away from the kiss, with a small peck on my forehead, and a light smack on my ass. "Did you strap on your holster?" He asked. ♡♡♡♡ Aurora Daniels, a young exhibition coordinator finding her footing in a new country, runs into a man who had given her the best sex of her life in a one-night stand. Soren Bianchi, the ruthless leader of the Italian mafia, hasn't stopped thinking about her from the first night they spent together.