"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

"Spread those fucking legs for me, principessa..." "Let me show you how a real man eats." His voice is dark, feral, and rough enough to rip me in half. And still- I open my legs. *** He was hired to protect her. He was born to destroy her. Katherine Volkov was born from blood and tragedy-the daughter of Damiano David Volkov and Caterina, whose story shattered hearts in The Price of Deception. (Haven't read it yet? Go dive into the chaos, obsession, and twisted romance that started it all.) Now grown, Katherine is beauty wrapped in armor. Raised under her father's iron rule-protected, feared, untouchable. Cold, calculating, and painfully beautiful, she's more than just a mafia princess... She's a ticking time bomb of secrets, grief, and fire. Until Lorenzo Moretti steps into her life. A powerful mafia boss with a vendetta against the Volkov empire. Damiano's sworn enemy. He didn't take the job to protect her-he took it to destroy her. But the closer he gets, the harder it becomes to separate hate from hunger... Revenge from desire. She was supposed to be his target. Now, she's his obsession. And if Damiano finds out? This silent war will turn into a bloodbath. He was meant to end her bloodline. Now he's ready to burn the world to keep her alive. In a world of betrayal, bullets, and blood... Love was never supposed to be part of the deal. ✨✨ Hey lovelies, I'm back 🤭 I'm beyond excited to finally share this story with you! Silent Obsession is a wild ride full of forbidden love, secrets, and dangerously hot tension. I will pour my whole heart into it-and I promise, I'll do everything I can to make it unforgettable. So give it a try... it won't harm you 😉 Let's take this journey together. Page by page. Emotion by emotion. Thank you so much for being here ♥️

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

Friendship (Noun): Friendship is when you love someone with every ounce of your being and genuinely want them to be happy even if it means sacrificing something yourself . Desire (Noun): The need to be seen, heard, touched by another; to create points of contact, thresholds, between two individuals either physically, through skin and , or mentally, through. Forbidden (Prefix): YOU'RE NOT FUCKING ALLOWED Ellie Gray and Adonis Doncaster have been inseparable since birth; their parents, best friends since college; their relationship, strictly platonic. At a stage in their lives when College applications are lingering, sex and physical intimacy is unveiled and lifes complications are revealed; they find themselves confused. Confused, Flustered, majorly in-denial and unequivocally attracted to each other. Staying away from each other seems to be impossible, but essential to avoid the inevitable consequences. So, what will they do to resolve such matters?

She's pained and broken, but hides it... until she can't. .From being tortured, to being turned into a killing machine. Vienna Thorne can never catch a break. She doesn't think she'll escape until one day, the police invade the base she's stuck in and she's sent back to live with her family she hasn't seen since she was 9, 8 years ago. Add romance to the mix and she might just get the life she always wanted.

Xavier Valentino, an Italian mafia leader who is also known as DEATH REAPER. Rosana Esposito, a mafia princess who is also known as ANGEL OF DEATH. Both are equally badass and attitudinal. She married him because she wanted to kill him for her father. She was trained to kill, by her father since she was 5 years old. She have no other goal in her life except to make her father's life hell. She was holding her soul inside her body just to achieve her goal. Just to make him repent! But, never she thought in her life she would fall for a man. Especially, who she was assigned to kill. Let's have a peek into her life. Impressive Rankings : #38 in love out of 2.34M stories #1 in mature out of 127k stories ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Warning : This story is not for kids below 18. There's a lot of scenes related to murder, crime, blood, torture, guns, weapons, strong language, self harm and some sexual scenes. please back off if it's not your cup of tea. My grammar sucks. Please bear with me. Also, there's a lot of explicit languages used here. Please be aware while reading. If you don't like it, just skip this book instead of reporting or hate comments. It probably mostly deals with murder in each and every chapter. You're reading with your own risk.

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | ❝ 𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 ❞ •°. *࿐ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇...} ༻ 🏎️ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Arabella Reyes got casted in the new formula 1 movie even though she hasn't thought about formula 1 in quite awhile, Something or rather someone changes her mind... ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ( oscar piastri x fem! oc ) ( mature themes! ) (follows the 2025 formula 1 season...ongoing.. )

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a Monégasque princess and a British driver fall in love. ©tipsyravenclaw - 2025

Everyone fears Major Alexander Draven. At twenty-nine, he's the youngest Major to command an elite operations camp buried deep in the burning sands of Iraq - a man born from a dynasty of power and politics. His father runs corporations and elections alike. Alexander? He runs a battlefield like an empire - cold, precise, merciless. No soldier crosses him. No enemy survives him. No one touches him - until her. Lyra Brooks was never supposed to end up here. She's just the pretty army doctor with a smile too perfect to trust. Lyra knows how to stitch up bullet wounds but not her own scars. She keeps her heart locked away behind sarcasm and late-night drinks. But here she is, buried in blood and sand as a Field Surgical Resident with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. One drunken night. A bar miles from base. A man everyone fears and a woman who pretends she doesn't fear anything at all. One night of brutal, wordless heat neither of them ever mentioned again. Until now. When the two pink lines appear in the harsh white light of the medical tent, Lyra knows one thing for certain - Alexander Draven cannot find out. Not now. Not here, never. But war doesn't care about secrets. Danger doesn't care about mistakes. And Major Draven? He does not like being kept in the dark.