Cover by: @Enny101 Christian DeLuca is a very successful businessman with little regard for anyone he doesn't consider family, he's found work and life easier this way. What happens when he finds himself consumed by one thing, or rather one person, Alesha Moore. His plans are to get her, keep her and never let her find out about his title as a kingpin in the Italian mafia. *** "Alesha, where do you think you're going?" he asked in a deep and unsettling tone. "I just saw you commit mass murder Christian. I can't be a part of this world, your world. I'm not built for this life, if this is who you are then.." I let out a humorless chuckle. "I couldn't stomach today let alone the rest of my life. I need to leave, and you need to let me." My voice was so low, even breaking toward the end. Each word provoked tears to spill from my eyes and even more came rushing when I could see how what I said must've felt like daggers to his chest. "You can either stay and talk to me or calm down outside and we'll talk when you're ready, but you are NOT leaving me." His once sexy, endearing voice turned cold and sent frightening shivers throughout my body and I don't know who was staring back at me, but I could no longer see my Christian, not the man I love. *** This book contains mature language AND images, if you find that unsettling, I promise this is not the book for you 😬

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

*Mature BWWM* Bellamy Dupont has had a crush on Nikolai Semenov ever since he came from Russia. Nikolai has always resented her at times. When Nikolai moves back to Russia, ten-year-old Bellamy is devastated. After thirteen years, Nikolai returns, and she's arranged to marry him. Of course, her feelings towards him have never changed, only matured and proceed with caution. But is she ready to take on the big brute who won't confess any feelings at all and forget about the reason for the marriage in the first place? *Preview* "I fucking told you. Stop calling me your fucking bro. I'm not your fucking bro." He climbs on top of me as I laugh my shit off, making it worse for me. But I can't stop laughing. I've been calling him bro for the past two hours, his reactions are so funny, and now I've got myself fucked up cause he parked the bus and yanked me off my chair. "Stop fucking laughing." I cover my mouth, trying to stop. "I'm sorry...bro." I swear I see Nikolai's vein pop. "Strip." I stop laughing. "Excuse me?" Nikolai sneers. "I said strip." I cup my ear. "Bro, I can't hear-" Nikolai rips my shirt open, knowing full well it was my favorite one. First, it was my favorite pair of panties. Now, it's my favorite shirt. ~~~~~~~~ *33 chapters- three extra chapters I promise you the story is better than this lame excuse for a blurb. Cover by: @meha-k Whole story word count: 52,472 *EDITED TO A READABLE STATE 😉 (feel free to comment about the French and Russian mistakes I made. I know GT isn't reliable sometimes) 🔥 is the mature chapters 🥇 #2 in funnymomments 100k Reads on 7/16/22 150ᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏɴ 7/25/22 200k Reads on 8/6/22 250k Reads on 8/25/22 300k Reads on 10/2/22 400k reads on 12/17/22 500k reads on 3/24/23

"Have you ever," I pause, "touched yourself, Baylor?" "Well of course I've touched myself," she says like I am crazy. I chuckle a little. "I mean have you ever touched yourself in between your legs? Have you ever made yourself feel good?" She looks confused, "N-no?" I lean in and whisper in her ear, "When you go to bed tonight, I want you to touch yourself in between your legs while you think of me. I want you to let yourself feel that and if you make any noises don't try to stop them okay?" "O-okay," I can practically feel her throbbing in my lap. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

Quinn, a poor college student takes a unexpected trip to a secret V.I.P club. She was forced to go by her friends Nia, and Jean a week before her second year of college. As soon as she enters the club, she meets Leo, the powerful CEO of Sky Pillar, who takes an interest in her almost immediately. She thinks she's going back to her boring lifestyle, but Leo has something else planned for her. Because at the end of the day... "You're mine," - Leo. (Don't own any of the pictures shown!) - I find them on Pinterest 😭

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

With no family left, Valentina Armani moves in with the Don of the Grimaldi mafia because of a promise her brother made to him. Slowly but surely, Valentina begins to long for the man she lives with. Her plans, however, get disrupted by Philip Coleman, a detective who is determined to put the leader of the criminal organization behind bars. Soon enough, the trust Vito put in Valentina gets crushed and he wasn't one to deal well with any kind of betrayal. Vito Grimaldi is a closed-off man who doesn't appreciate prying eyes. While he isn't rude, he can't be called a gentleman either. The more time passes, the less restraint he has to ignore Valentina's beauty. He wants to make her his. The Don's Trust is the second book from the Grimaldi series. This book can be read as a standalone. -------------------------------------------- Warning: The Don's Trust has not been edited, yet. The story is only to be read by those above the age of 18. It's rated mature for a reason. Don't read it if you don't want to be spoiled for The Grimaldis' downfall. * * * Copyright © 2020 Serafina Remondo All rights reserved. Disclaimer: The picture used for this book is not mine. All the credit goes to the rightful owner.

I ran my hands through his hair, my grip firm as I pushed it down slightly, my main focus on his lips. "And then?" "Then I'd slide my dick into you and fuck you mercilessly, even if you have me begging to stop, I'll make sure you can't walk or think straight for months. I'd take you in every single fucking position, and I'd make sure that your tight little pussy is all used up but yet it still wants me inside. I'd make you scream, sing and shout my name, all from the overwhelm of pleasure and I'd do it every fucking time until you learn to listen." ~ Win her trust. Sleep with her. And then humiliate her. That's what Dante was sent to do, but once he lays eyes on Khristina, he knows this plan might happen to go down the drain. *FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY* *DO NOT COPY OR I'LL FIND YOU* *if you are reading this book somewhere other than Wattpad, you are possibly at serious risk of a malware attack and it has been stolen from me. if you'd like to read safely you can follow this link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/271398924-seven-days. Keep safe!* #7 in exciting (31.08.21) #3 in interesting (24.07.21) #1 in mafialove (22.08.21) #1 in -romance (17.10.21) #1 in hot (29.11.21)

She showed him that it is okay to love. >><< Callie Adams has no where close to a perfect life. She works three jobs. Was forced out of highschool. And had a drug addicted dad, and to top it off, that drug addicted dad sold her to some unknown business for money. Dante Mendez is the heir of one of the most popular Mafias. Feared by many and always getting his way, letting no emotion or feelings overcome him. Both of them were strangers. Callie was bought for one reason, to be a maid. Dante was stone cold, not supposed to be giving a care. They weren't supposed to talk to each other. They weren't supposed to enjoy each others presence. But things happen for a reason. After both admitting their feelings, times are put to the test. Will there be a future for the two together? >><< Warnings: Mature themes such as: Sex Killing Blood Weapons swearing.

She looked so adorable yelling at a man twice her size. Villain lifted her up and Kaia wrapped her legs around his waist. She cutely yawned and laid her head on Villain's chest. Kaia almost fell asleep, letting him take care of her. He lathered her hair in shampoo, skillfully using one hand. The other strong arm held Kaia up firmly. After properly conditioning her hair, he returned her to the shower floor. The petite girl grabbed onto Villain's biceps, almost falling. He made quick work of rubbing soap all over her small frame. It took every ounce of control in him, to not push her up against the shower wall and slip into her heat. When Kaia was completely clean and the soap was washed off, Villain held the shower door open. His tiny girl was tired, and he didn't want her to wait up for him. After giving Villain a sleepy smile, she left him to clean himself. She felt bad when the corner of her eye caught Villain turning the water cold. ♡♡♡♡♡ Mama says he'll have his way with me. Papa says he'll kill me. Only I know how he loves me in his own, twisted way. I'm the cancer taking over her body. I'm the nicotine, addictive and poisonous. I'm the villain. ♡♡♡♡♡ "Why do you want them to call you Villain? You're my hero." DISCLAIMER: THE MALE MC PRESENTS SOME TOXIC BEHAVIOR *CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT*