𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 pooled at the eyes of the seductress in front of me. ❝You still hate me?❞ The poison in my heart moaned as I bottomed out in her, her wetness tightening around me. ❝Of course I do- fuck! Right there!❞ She cried out, biting her lip to quiet her moans, trying her hardest to deprive me of that soul quenching satisfaction. I gently tug at her bottom lip with my thumb, releasing her lip from her teeth, wanting to hear every cry come from that pretty mouth. ❝That pussy of yours says otherwise❞ I moan, repeatedly slamming in and out of her, basking in her seductive aura, feeling myself crumble from her touch. ▂▂▂▂▂ What occurs when two fundamentally different worlds intersect but relate to one another more than anticipated? These two kingdoms will do more than clash when an aspiring mafia boss and the Boss/Daughter of one of the most powerful drug lords in history come into contact. Their lives will twist, turn, and even collapse trying to keep a tight grasp on one another. What happens when one of the most lethal pairings, power, and lust, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟗/𝟐𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.