(COMPLETED) Antonio Giordano, for what I've known him, he was a vicious and dangerous Capo of Chicago city. After the death of his father he got to look after the city. My father sold me for his status now I am sold to Antonio under a business deal. Antonio forcefully married me. "You are my darling wife now." He whispers in my ear, my heart picks a rate at his closeness with my body. "Does it makes any difference?" I roll my eyes and take a step backward. He chuckles while taking a step forward, "it means now I can do whatever I want with you." His hand runs on my cheek making me shiver. What happens when a dominant mafia falls for a sinless girl? | This is a dark mafia Romance and contains mature contents. Read at your own risk. |

[18+]Jemma and Alessandro are back! She left without giving him a chance to explain himself. He couldn't cope with the fact that he lost Jemma so he gave up living in a world without her. Jemma comes back to find out the damage she caused when she left is beyond something that can be fixed and maybe irreparable and she also hasn't given up on her dream of becoming a lawyer. With a new addition to the family coupled with an overbearing controlling husband... how will she cope? Come along as we continue the story of Alessandro and Jemma as she juggles being a wife, a young mother, being in college and a student at the same time. Fasten you're seatbelts as it's going to be a bumpy and funny ride... Author's Disclaimer This book is written for mature audience. You have to be over 18+ to read this book as it contains explicit sex and mature themes. Read at own risk. All rights reserved.

[18+] Since the age of 14, I was told that my husband has been picked. Alessandro Tetrazzini is the owner of the billionaire tech company that my dad worked for. He is sexy, hot headed and did I say sexy??? Jemma Coleman turned 18 a month ago and has been married for a month to Alessandro Tetrazzini. Complications arise when she has to still continue going to school and finish high school and being married to a stubborn, jealous and possessive husband. Come along on a journey of self discovery as Jemma juggles married life, high school and friends. All the riches in the world could never make her happy as all she ever wanted was Alessandro 's love. AUTHOR DISCLAIMER This story was written for 18+ audience. Explicit mature sexual content ahead, read at own risk. Please like, vote, share and comment on my story. You can follow me at @Carolbracelet. Enjoy. PS: If you don't like stories that have anything to do with agegap, obsession,possessiveness, jealousy etc please don't read this story. Always make sure you read the tags of this story before you make your unnecessary and unwelcome comments on my book. Thank you. PSS: Before reading this book, please note all the tags before you comment unnecessarily. Any rude comment I see I will immediately block you. Don't like my book fine but being rude and trash talking on my comment section will not be tolerated. Don't like my book(STOP READING AND LEAVE!!!).

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."