❝I want you on your knees, begging for forgiveness.❞ ━ Maylene Mattise celebrates her 21st birthday alongside her best friend Amira in Italy. She craves the thrill, the men, and the attention, and she has it all. Her vacation, however, is turned upside down when she encounters Lorenzo Delvin, who has a deep hatred for her despite never having met her... or so she thought. Follow Maylene and Lorenzo on a journey across time to uncover the secrets of their romance. Is it feasible that they will ever be able to put their feelings for one another aside? - This is a fast-paced novel with toxicity that may not be appropriate for all readers. ━ "Dirty little slut," he chuckles. He's not wrong; I do look like a dirty little slut when I'm naked and on my knees with his cum flowing down my body. "What are you?" He questions as he lifts my chin. I don't react. There's no way he'll get the response he wants. "I said, what are you." He repeats himself, this time with a deeper voice as he pulls me back by my hair. In pain, I let out a whimper. This pain, I must confess, feels good rather than unpleasant. "A d-dirty little slut," I reply quietly, this is beyond humiliating. As he lets go of my hair, I turn away. "That's right. Now up," he states. My knees are now sore, so I slowly rise. ━ Warning; this story contains mature content suited for readers over the age of 18.

✥ The Billionaire & His Secretary ✥ [part two] Violette Rossi, the younger daughter of the feared Italian mob boss Rafael Rossi, is challenged by her own blood to make her own identity apart from her father's. When she is offered a job to work for the well known Efrains', the offer is too tempting not to take upon consideration. Ruben Efrain, knew the power his last name carried which only led people to associate him to the emotion of fear and power. Navigating his way to the top, there was only one thing that could potentially distract him, the beautiful blue eyed temptress who happens to be hired to follow his orders even the ones that could lead him to break his own morals. But, she could never be his love because distractions like her could only lead to one's death. ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "Never took you as a love letter type of person." Ruben paused his fine hands craftsmen handwriting as he glanced up at the intoxicating raven blue eyes. "I'm not a love sick puppy Ms. Rossi, so don't attempt to make me one." Violette smiled as she made her way to the wrinkled rolls of papers on the smooth wooden surface of his desk. "Liar." She whispered under her breathe as she collected the pieces of discarded paper to toss in the dust bin. Before she could pull away from his side, Ruben yanked her down by her waist. The tequila on his lips mixed with the fresh strawberries' scent lingering around her to make the finest liquor in the world. "I write love letters alright. Just not on paper. But, don't worry so will you Ms. Rossi. With your nails on my back and I would with my tongue between your thighs."

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!