Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Dark Romance; A spoiled girl's game leads her into the arms of an attractive, no-nonsense man. Logline: After playing a reckless game, a spoiled and gullible girl did not expect to find herself in a serious relationship with an intriguing and no-nonsense guy who starts to discipline her. Excerpt: She listened as he stepped forward with his belt, moving closer to her and crowding her with the musky scent he was wearing. She fought to hold back her fear as finally, he came to stand behind her. She felt his fingers gently combing her hair down over her shoulders. Then he started speaking slowly, his deep voice starting to shake her demeanor as he talked to her. "You didn't marry a soft knight in shining armor that will cuddle, ignore and pet you every time you choose to deliberately get out of line. I will punish you thoroughly for your disobedience..." *** This book is available on Amazon. 🔥 Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Disciplinary Love | High-Stakes Dare | A Total of 80 Chapters/Completed This is Book 1 of the Dark Love series. Each book stands on its own but connects for a richer experience. NOTE: 📖 Welcome to Dark Love! What you're about to read is just an excerpt from a full-length novel with 80 chapters - shared to help you decide if this emotional, twist-filled dark romance is your next favorite page-turner. If it draws you in, you can unlock the full story and enjoy the experience as it was truly meant to be read. (The easiest and most affordable way is on Inkitt - just $5!) Your support not only gives you full access but also helps me continue crafting heartfelt stories just for you. So go ahead - dive in, explore the world, and see if Dark Love captures you. Happy reading! - Pen Glowy 💫

"So Professor Jones, does this mean that we are an actual thing now?" "Princess, calling me that will get you in trouble," he grunts. I smiled in response, because he liked it. He liked that I was calling him professor. I think this was what was so exciting about him and I. He was my professor and the idea of fucking each other is a turn on. There was also the fact I had Grayson as well, even though he was the more reserved one, but what's the harm in still having both of them. I moved my hands under his shirt and I felt soft patch of hair, but hard muscle. "Maybe I want to get in trouble," I teased. "I thought you were going to be a good girl?" Grayson interjects. "I never said I would be good all the time," I say, innocently.

Age Gap. Mature themes. Dark romance. Self-torture. Toxic. T.W Includes themes of grooming. (Ahem...accidental) . . . She's watching him, His grip on her hips...bruising, His pace? Unforgiving. He's taking and she can't stop offering...won't stop offering. "I think I'm fall-" Words are muffled, Hand over her mouth, his rough skin against her lips preventing another word from escaping. His movements deepening....and that...should hurt...right? It turns her on even more...

Dark Mafia Heir. Forbidden Love. A Broken Heart. Abigail Gibson was only supposed to attend her mother's wedding. She never intended to become a pawn in a vast, cold-blooded empire, or the step-sister of the most dangerous man in the Moriarty Mafia. Vincent Moriarty is cold, lethal, and devastatingly handsome. He is the heir apparent, and he has spent his life learning the language of control, possession, and violence. He calls her his "Little Dove," and under the tense roof of the Moriarty mansion, their forced proximity ignites a secret, dangerous attraction that neither of them can deny. But in the Mafia, love is the ultimate liability. To save her, Vincent knows he must shatter her completely. He publicly trades intimacy for ice, forcing a cruel, heartbreaking rejection that leaves Abigail desperate and alone. In a world ruled by blood and loyalty, Abigail must decide if the price of being his little dove is worth fighting her own heart, even if it kills her.

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"Don't you get it? You know when you try to run away, punishment like this happens." he said teasingly, squeezing my chest. I gasped for air, I really didn't try to run away. They're overreacting! The wet noise coming from below, being penetrated in both holes by two men, while the third one just watch me. Synchronously the two men sank their teeth on both sides of my neck, drinking my blood as I felt them coming inside, their dick twitching inside of me, tingles shooting through my whole body from legs to arms. "W-Wait!" I tried to catch my breath but they kept thrusting, unevenly in and out, not giving me breaks after I just came with them. The sound of my butt in contact with their hips got louder and the motion became harder and faster. Almost passing out. The sudden pinch on my chest awakened me, I looked down to see a pair of hands squeezing them. "You'll be staying up all night for us baby. We have a lot to catch up on." He pulled my head toward his, collapsing our lips togethers. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, causing me to release my wet moans. "It won't be ending anytime soon so I hope you came prepared." peeking to the side I noticed the third one starting to stroke himself. I wanted to do if for him. Letting out a whine against the man lips, the third one looked up at me with lustful eyes. "This is a punishment, don't forget. You're not supposed to be enjoying this." he said. I don't like this punishment anymore. __________ Astra Melva, a girl with a rare blood type that attracts every vampire around here. All her life she tried to convince people she's normal. Until she had an accident, her blood came rushing out her skin, it attracted attention. The Hept caught her trying to cover up the scene. Like a 7 pointed star, they were given that title because of their high status at the prestigious university. They are craving for her love, becoming overly obsessed with Astra. And Astra seems to be feeling love...

Silas, Sawyer, and Sage Sanders: Three of the youngest billionaires in the world. And three of the most sought-out bachelors available. Owning a multi-billionaire company, Sanders Corporation, the three brothers have risen from their parents' ashes and have taken the world by storm. Their only problem? They are arrogant, entitled, and cold. So what happens when Caden Wilson, a sweet, innocent, but damaged young soul comes crashing into their lives? +++ Her face turns towards the bar, and I get somewhat of a clear image of what she looks like and my body freezes. Vanessa detaches her lips from my neck and says something but my mind doesn't register her words. All I can think about is HER. Dancing there with some motherfucker who isn't me. Without a second glance, I stalk toward the dance floor where she is, leaving Vanessa stranded and confused. But I don't give a fuck. Not when I know that someone else's hands are on HER. +++ Rankings: #5 in ragstoriches #4 in newauthor #11 in innocent #14 abuse #1 in fiction

"You belong to us." Arden's thrusts become more urgent, his hands gripping my hips while Silas' hands explore my flushed skin. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with need. "I belong to you!" I cry out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Valencia has always lived on the edge, fleeing from one place to another. When she finally escapes her toxic ex, she finds refuge in a luxurious penthouse shared with two dangerously sexy men. Life feels blissful, until dark secrets emerge. Can Valencia trust the men who ignite a fire within her, or will she succumb to the weight of betrayal? warning: •polyamory •mature scenes (18+) •whirlwind romance