"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.

BOOK 3 I gritted my teeth, staring up at her, my head swimming with thoughts. "You're so fucking pretty, I wanna slap the shit outta you." Her breath hitched, and instead of being scared or confused, her lips curled into this tiny smirk. "Do it then." I groaned, my hand twitching as it gripped her hip. "Don't play with me, Heaven..."

ngl i was bored and listening to music so yk, i mixed the two and got this idea

BOOK 2 I was too busy gripping the sheets, moaning to argue with this dumbass. "Fucking love how you sound,ma," he murmured? his lips brushing against my ear. "Only for me, right?" "Y-Yeah," I stammered, barely able to form fucking words. "Damn right," he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED ‼️

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."

Our pasts have a funny way of haunting us, sometimes as ghosts in your mind and sometimes right in front of your face. Alex Belkov would do anything for Anora. Anything. All for a woman who didn't even recognize him. • • • Whoever said love makes you do crazy things was fucking right. And I wasn't even mad at it. If anything I felt a sick sense of relief as I beat the man bloody- finally putting a bullet through his thick head. I had killed before. On the job you know, when it had to come to that. As a detective now I wasn't out on the field like I used to be. But I sure still knew my way around a 9mm. This wasn't exactly so different either. It was for justice- but my own justice. Her justice.

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.

Velvet & Vows: Diego Russo (Spin-off) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘༻✦༺⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Diego Russo Second in command of the Las Vegas Mafia and his brother's right hand, a player who never settles and never apologizes. Together they rule over the West Coast... He owns the night, the streets, and everyone who dares to stand in his way. Untouchable and unbreakable. Until the FBI drags him down on federal drug charges and the empire he helped build starts to crack. Now the only person who can get him out isn't family, isn't loyalty, isn't blood... it's her... Serafina Eléonora Laurent Criminal defence lawyer. Daughter of Jean-Luc Laurent, founder of the most powerful law firm on the West Coast. Raised in privilege, educated in power, conditioned to win. She wears control like a second skin and walks into court knowing the verdict bends in her favor. To the world, she is discipline and legacy. To herself, she is curiosity wrapped in restraint. She doesn't chase danger... she dissects it. And when Diego Russo becomes her client, she doesn't save him. She finds his survival... ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘༻✦༺⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Preview... I exhaled and leaned back, chains clinking. "So... Laurent," I said, voice softer but still amused. "Are you always this mean, or is it just my lucky day?" Serafina finally turned to me fully. Up close, she was worse. Dangerous. Beautiful. Untouchable. "You're not funny," she said. I smirked. "Everyone says that. Right before they fall for me." She looked at my handcuffs. Then at me. "I'm not here to fall for you, Diego Russo," she said, voice low. "I'm here to keep you out of prison." I tilted my head. "Same thing, sweetheart." Her eyes darkened. "Never call me that." My grin widened. Oh... This was going to be fun. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘༻✦༺⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ In a city built on sin, power is everything. And mercy is never free. #1 mobster 02/21/2026

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸 and 𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼 have despised each other since the very first moment they set their sights on each other. Verena can't stand his posh British accent, devastatingly handsome face and the gentlemanly facade nearly everyone at their college seems to fall for. Behind the posh accent, handsome face and polite manners, something dark lurks beneath the surface. Verena knows about this darkness inside him because not only does he show his true colours around her, but the darkness that resides deep inside her soul rears its ugly head anytime he's within view. It's not until one night at a masked party on campus, where Verena finds herself in an unexpected situation that she likes more than she's willing to admit, that everything changes. When she finds out who the person behind the mask is that made all her darkest desires come true, she's furious and conflicted by all her emotions. Verena is left fighting her desires and her hatred. She isn't sure what is going to win in the end, she just knows that she'll make him pay. - ‼️this story will have a lot of grammar issues so if you can't handle that then please don't read it because hateful comments will be deleted.‼️ ⚠️ This book is dark compared to her innocence and therefore isn't for the faint of heart. I would suggest reading the trigger warnings in the introduction for anything that might cause you any harm.⚠️

BOOK FIVE His spit mixed with my wetness, dripping down my thighs. "Dario-fuck-slow down," I whined, but he didn't. He shoved his tongue inside me, deep, then pulled back just to suck on my clit again. Over and over. Sloppy as hell.