❝ She wasn't the woman he came for. ❞ ────────────────────── Bianka Kavà has spent her entire life avoiding the world her family built. The world of blood. Power. And men like Remo Casovaiké. When Remo's men are ordered to abduct the daughter of a rival wealthy family, they return with the wrong woman. The niece. By the time they realize their mistake, Remo simply shrugs. "She'll do." Now Bianka is nothing more than collateral-a bargaining chip for a debt she never created. She hates him. He doesn't care. Until the woman he planned to use becomes the only person he can't bear to lose. Because in Remo's world... everything has a price. And he'll burn an empire before he lets anyone collect hers.

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

BOOK FIVE His spit mixed with my wetness, dripping down my thighs. "Dario-fuck-slow down," I whined, but he didn't. He shoved his tongue inside me, deep, then pulled back just to suck on my clit again. Over and over. Sloppy as hell.

People think becoming a Mob wife is something magical. It's not. It's far from it. Mob wives deal with targets on their backs, abuse from their husbands, witnessing the most gruesome murders and may have to deal with a kidnapping or two. The pros were having any and everything you wanted; having a big, buff, dangerous man protecting you no matter what. Here's Brooklyn's story about being Mrs. Vitale, the first black wife in the Vitale Crime Family. * this is not based in 50s. It's around 2014 in the beginning, but it's a different 2014. * book has NOT been EDITED. Excuse any errors.

BOOK 3 I gritted my teeth, staring up at her, my head swimming with thoughts. "You're so fucking pretty, I wanna slap the shit outta you." Her breath hitched, and instead of being scared or confused, her lips curled into this tiny smirk. "Do it then." I groaned, my hand twitching as it gripped her hip. "Don't play with me, Heaven..."

BOOK 2 I was too busy gripping the sheets, moaning to argue with this dumbass. "Fucking love how you sound,ma," he murmured? his lips brushing against my ear. "Only for me, right?" "Y-Yeah," I stammered, barely able to form fucking words. "Damn right," he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED ‼️

Darby Tate has spent years proving herself in a cutthroat industry. Smart, driven, and loyal, she thought her biggest challenge at RH Enterprises would be surviving her sharp-tongued director and endless late nights on the marketing floor. But one chance encounter with the company's elusive CEO changes everything. Alec Ralph is powerful, calculating, and untouchably British-running his empire with an iron grip. Cold. Commanding. Always in control. Until Darby. From the moment their eyes meet, tension simmers between them-dangerous, forbidden, impossible to ignore. He's her boss. A man who could destroy her career with a single word. Yet every time she tries to run, Alec is there. Demanding. Possessive. Unrelenting. When a corporate trip traps them alone in a snowbound lodge, months of restraint ignite into two days of fire neither can deny. But passion has consequences, and Alec isn't a man who plays fair. He's ruthless enough to bend companies-and people-to his will. Now Darby must decide: walk away from everything she's built... or surrender to the man who refuses to let her go.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."