To most people, my husband is Viper. VP of the Devil's Rejects MC, hard, uncompromising, and completely committed to the club and his brothers. But the man I fell in love with was simply Roman, a man who called me Sunshine, and treated me like I was his treasure. By the time I realized the club would always come first, I was in too deep. And when his enemies came for me? He wasn't there to protect me because he was busy protecting her. And that I don't know how to forgive. Now I'm building a new life for myself without Roman. He promises he will give up everything to win me back, but promises are cheap and his aren't worth much. When we discover our enemies are still alive and planning to strike out again, however, I might not have any choice but to put my life in the hands of the man who's already let me down once.

I knew my best friend since childhood loved me. I knew it. And when I got back from my business trip, I was going to tell him how I felt, especially when he told me he had something exciting to tell me. But it wasn't that he loved me. He'd gotten married while I was on an overseas business trip to my worst enemy.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Intense Taboo, Romantic Themes, Family Secrets, Burnville was a corpse on the coast, stinking of salt, fish-guts, and rot. Ten years in prison and Wayne Thorne stepped into another cage-faces all slack-jawed, eyes too close, cousins breeding cousins till the whole town looked born from the same busted womb. No TV, no phones, just rotting nets, sinking boats, druglords stacking bricks of poison in freezers that smelled like slaughter. Over it all, the cult's leader kept girls locked in cellars, fattened for trade, while the gold-toothed boss came grinning to claim them. That's where Wayne saw them. Burnville women that have been marked. The mongrels wanted to breed them hollow, the cult wanted their blood, the druglords already had them in his teeth-but they looked at Wayne like he might be the monster to tear them out. ⚠️ This one is 18+ only. It's meant to hurt, meant to break you a little. I won't draw a line for you this time. Step in if you dare... but don't expect to leave clean.

An arranged marriage. A buried past. A deadly alliance forged in blood. A love that could burn empires to the ground. To stop a rising war with the Irish mafia, two of the deadliest crime families agree to a union that no one wants - least of all Sasha Volkov and Luca Romano. She's the daughter of the Bratva's coldest kingpin. He's the heir to Italy's most feared Cosa Nostra Empire. Their families have spilled too much blood to ever trust each other, but when old enemies close in and the bodies start piling up, a marriage becomes their only chance at survival. Sasha was raised behind iron gates and whispers of betrayal. Luca was forged in fire, trained to kill loyalty before it kills him. They were never meant to fall for each other. But in a world ruled by power, passion might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Enemies by blood. Bound by vows,. Destined to burn. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, explicit scenes, emotional trauma, infidelity and loss. Reader discretion is advised.

I was having the most delicious dream about an alien with two tongues who knew how to use them masterfully. Then I realized I wasn't dreaming. I really had been abducted by an alien king. But I didn't think I minded too much... Another OTT Gracelyn Matthewson short!

It's your anniversary when you share some exciting news with your husband! You're pregnant! Happy news right? Wrong. He's pissed and asks, "Who is he?" Where did your wonderful, sweet, and loving husband go? Do you stay with him and work through the betrayal? Do you walk away? One way or another, you're going to dust off that crown and put it back where it belongs. Firmly on your head. Shoulders back, and chin up. There are plenty of people who'd love to see you both fall.

"I would rather die before i would fuck you." she spat out matching the fire in my eyes. I stepped closer to her, one step at a time, until her back touched the wall behind her and my arms caged her against me. "Is that so?" "Y-yes" her faint attempt to prove me wrong made me laugh. My hand travelled up her thigh and grabbed her waist until my length rubbed against her dress and i heard her breath hitch. "You want me Tesoro, and you want me to fuck you just as bad." Cole Asher Romano, the son of Elijah Romano and the heir to the Italian mafia. All he cares about, is his family, his mafia, and his kingdom, but what happens when a shocking incident one night forms into a threat to everything he cares about? Heather Maria Carlson, is a sweet innocent photographer, but a fire with the intensity to burn the world. Dealing with a tragic past and finding peace in her world of art, everything gets messed up one night when she encounters something no one is allowed to do. Her silence is her only way to survive. But what happens when hate between two, turns into a flame of desire, one they both cannot deny. Will he finally open his heart to her? Will she let her morals down for him?

"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

"Apologize, amore." he said with a deadly tone of voice. "If I don't apologize, then what?" I replied with grin on my face. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. He lowered his head down to my ear, letting out a whisper. "As much as I love you, I won't hesitate to punish you as soon as we get back home. It all depends on how well you behave and so far, it's not good." My body was heated by his words, I knew how much I wanted this and so did he. The teasing was only making this worse for the both of us. "Well, punishments are my best friend so I wouldn't mind them." I teased. "Oh believe me, piccola. You will change your mind and behavior once I'm done with you." ~~~ 20 year-old Ella Cage was just a semi-normal girl, the usual clubbing and working with her roommate known as Nicolas Rivera. She did one-night-stands in hoping she would find a perfect guy to spend the rest of her life with, but this time, the guy made the first move. And that one move would change her life, joining into the world of mafias. 34 year-old Lucifer Steel was the son of one of the most powerful mafia leader, along with his brother Oliver Steel. After their father had gotten ill, Lucifer did everything to prepare for the moment that he would be the new mafia leader. The one thing he didn't prepare for was falling in love with some girl from a nightclub. ~~~ Rankings! #1 in Cocky #1 in Kinky #1 in Recommend #1 in Mafia #1 in Richguypoorgirl #2 in BDSM #2 in Mafialove #2 in Submissive #3 in Killer

⚠️Adult content!⚠️ *SMUT IS INCLUDED IN MOST OF THE CHAPTERS SO READ IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED* William Rostov We were destined to marry when we were fifteen as a peace agreement between two biggest mafia groups. I never saw her. I just knew her name,'Hazel Michelson'. The moment I saw the mafia princess shook me completely. The olive skin girl has beautiful hazel eyes and wavy brown hair. I was completely lost in my future wife. but the moment I saw her load, aim and shoot in just three fucking seconds shocked me completely. I thought her to be rich spoiled princess. But this delicate barbie doll type girl was opposite to my expectations. she has more interest in guns and beating people double of her size than to shop and paint her nails. _________________________ Hazel Michelson While maids were applying fragrance oil all over my body. I was lost in my deep thoughts. Tonight, he will have all the claim on my body, who is the most ruthless person on the earth. He is the future king of Russian mafia. People call him Iron's hand, and nobody dared to look him in the eyes. What will happen when they will not bow to each other. Then life would be full of action and blood when two most cruel people become life partners. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• HEY, WATTPAD READERS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS STORY, I IOVE IT. I'M AIMING FOR A LOT OF VOTES AND COMMENTS, SO PLEASE DO!!! GOOD OR BAD, IM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS