This is a story of two broken souls who were brought together by one's lust and other's fear. Sophia She was young, innocent, loving and pretty with big eyes that were the mirror of her soul. She was sinfully beautiful but broken. She was alone. She was trapped in the world of monsters. Then he came along. They say he is the worst of all. He is the ruthless monster you pray never to cross paths with. Will she be able to escape him or will he became her universe? Damon He was ruthless, he was aggressive, he was merciless. Everyone feared him and he is proud to be the king. He rules his world but he was broken. Then she came along. She was like a Crystal Doll. His Doll. Will he have her the way he wants and get over with his lust or will she became his life? "Let me go, please", he buried himself again in my neck and his hold became more tighter around my arms "shhhh.....breathe amore" I cringed at his nick name for me and he continued "you are mine and I am never letting you go, I will give you everything mio amore except your freedom from me". Top Rankings #1 Mafiaromance #1 Bleedinglove #1 Darklove #5 Mafiaromance #1 Mafia #1 Completed #1 darkromance

He was like a nightmare, disguised as a beautiful daydream and I was all too willing to allow myself to be pulled into the illusion. You see, you can't cry out for help when you're not aware of the fact that you need saving.

I wanted her so bad it hurts her big full mouth her full beautiful body I wanted her . it took me a while to realize wasn't mad at her I was lusting to touch her to feel her I waited so long my body is aching and I did what I did cause I couldn't control myself anymore I don't care if she forgive me or not all I care about she is mine to enjoy even if that means taking her against her well.

Julie Cole was told he was a good soul, an obedient son, and a kind human. Though she knew marrying to get out of trouble is not something her dad would have approved but in the end, it was her father's family she was going to secure. Letting out a cold sigh she looked at the boy who lived in front of her apartment getting into his Toyota Carolla. He was never going to love her. He had made it clear five years ago when Julie confessed her feelings to him on her 18th birthday. Looking at the stone adorning her finger she told herself "I am someone's now". And she would be lying if she says Matteo isn't on her mind nowadays...the man who owned a trading company and was renowned for his honesty. The man she was going to marry in front of God and this whole world. She was always a hard believer and knew that God always chose the best for her. Matteo De Lucca is a well-known name in the whole of Europe, Asia, and Central America. For the last seven years, he was in the world's top 20 richest men. He has an image to keep and known for his donations and discipline. Little does anyone know he is made to function as indifferent, insensitive, narcissist, and sexist...only the group of people closest to him know that he has insatiable greed for money, power, and sex. Strictly in the same order. Whatever donations he ever made were his subsidiary units somehow. There is nothing more important to him than his money. And when the richest heiress in his circle who doesn't have any problem with his ways around life proposed a marriage he didn't blink to accept. But one named changed everything. Julie Cole...his father's personal maid in the states. ***** The story has a non cliché character. Matteo is like any other corporate villian. You are going to hate this character like never before. He only thinks about himself and what will interest you more is the fact that despite being super rich he cares a lot about money and connections.

"why do you have it..." Brandon asked angrily. Aria looks at him shocked and scared, clutching her round belly she stand up with difficulty. "I... Was... This... Pic..." He grabs her hands in a tight grip dragging her towards the stairs, "I told you to stay the fuck away from my room..." He lashed angrily. Surprise... surprise.. Quite happy to see me, yay.. oh right you thought I was dead... Lucky me. The person smirks. He thought she was the reason he was broken and left with no family but he was the reason who left her in pieces. This is a dark story so read at your own risk.

"Xander how did you know where I am, no wait scratch that why are you here instead of with your soon to be wife?" Ignoring her question I threw the papers at her, "What's this?" She glance at it, "Can't you read, it's our divorce papers?" "I know what it is but..." I stepped forward to her while she stepped backwards, she was now trapped between me and the wall. She had no where to go, I could feel her breast against my chest as they rise and fall, my hands placed on the side of her head against the flat surface not allowing her to escape. "I'm not divorcing you. Not now not ever." "Oh, really you don't have a say in that matter. Or would you like me to sue you for adultery. Save your reputation while you still can." She spat. I took a sniff, she smelt like vanilla, it was all over her, I can't wait to hold her once again. "I know what you must be thinking, and what ever it is stop thinking it. I did not sleep with her." "Oh really you could've fooled me with all that breathing and moaning, I'm not stupid. So why don't you sign the damn papers so we both can move on with our lives." "No way in hell I'm moving on without you. And I will never let you move on. Divorce or not you are mine and no one else." "Ha!" She chuckled, "I'm no one's property." "On the contrary If I have to, I will tattoo my name on your fuckable ass." She stared at me cold hard. "Tsk tsk tsk Ally, you must know baby girl you...are....it....for...me..." I breathe hard in her ear causing her to shiver. "Sorry but I don't want to stay married to a cheater." * Warning strong sexual mature language, not for kids under 18....warning xxxxx warning xxxxx

Out of breath, wounded and thirsty she made a dash towards the forest. She ran away from that one man whom she feared the most. Just when she thought she was out of sight she banged into something hard. Falling on her bottom her fearful eyes looked up to meet his furious ones. With a swift sweep of his hand he backhanded her and she fell back on the ground. He hauled her up by burying his hand in her thick locks. "You have no clue what is about to come." "I..I'm...so..sorry.." She quivered in his hold. "You will be punished." A sob escaped from her trembling lips. "Pl..please.." She begged only to be scooped up in his possesive embrace. He would unleash his wrath and she knew she would not be able to escape him today.

And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....

Just a Hella kinky erotic romance of a teenage couple MATURE CONTENT 18+ BEFORE READING Have a little imagination sweeties xx I started writing this when I was 15 💀😂😂

In all my life, I'd never felt anything like this. Lust didn't even begin to cover it. It was a primal, almost savage need that scared the shit out of me. You weren't supposed to have those kinds of feelings for your best friend, but there I was, drowning in it. __________________ He was sprawled out on his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking off like it was the most normal thing in the world. For a split second, I thought I was imagining things, but nope-this was real. Way too real. He moved fast, yanking the blanket over himself, but it was too late. The image was seared into my brain, and no amount of head-shaking was going to erase it. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ariha! Get the fuck out!" he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, like he was on the edge of losing his shit completely. He tossed his phone aside like it was burning him, and all I could do was stand there, frozen, my eyes still glued to his face. __________________ Revised and Rewritten: August, 2024 Copyright © FastAndDeep 2016 All Rights Reserved.