❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

Inara Knightly Having broken up with her boyfriend, only to find out he cheated on her, Inara tries to get her own back by faking a relationship with Kane Vallow The self inflicted social outcast, the boy she finds always staring at her whenever she looks his way. Kane Vallow The boy with little friends yet big popularity He propositions Inara with an offer that could benefit them both To fake date until the end of school. But underneath, he's hiding true feelings for the sweet girl he's always seen In every crowd, every classroom They enter into a relationship that feels real and pretend all at once. Can they navigate their feelings once they become complicated? 18+

Ongoing | Livie Thatcher, Peyton Bardot, Beau Greye, Pierce Talvin| FMMM | ~ "You're a very competent young man, Mr. Bardot." He compliments me, one hand raising to cup the side of my neck, slowly squeezing the tender flesh. "I believe you can handle much more than you think." His voice softens and my brows crease together with confusion but I lean into him nevertheless. He's warm and sickeningly welcoming. His fingers dance up the side of my face, touching my ear before combing into my curls, my head tilts into his hand and my eyes flutter shut to trap the moisture there. "And I believe I can take care of you." His words come out wispy and hearty. ~ -No translations -Mature Content 18+ ~ Tags: BDSM dynamics, mlm, free use/con-noncon, humiliation kink, degradation, orgasm torture, double/triple penetration, weapon play, etc. FMMM or 1 Woman x 3 Men ~ Book 2 in the More To Love collection | Can be read as a standalone ~ #2 in Free Use #1 in Professor X Professor

Lorena Vile's last name is an understatement. She is wanted by the most powerful empire on the planet. Everyone knows her real name but she's too clever for any arrest and too slick to get kidnapped. One day in her home she receives a series of aggressive knocks on her door and is not so surprised with Killian Creeds dark glare. He loved fear. Being feared. That is one thing he couldn't bring out of this girl. She smiled while held at gunpoint and that's when he knew she had a gift. Will his naughty fantasies of this deadly woman come between his business? And will he allow it?

(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."

[UNEDITED/ DRAFT] New edited version now available for purchase on various platforms-check the links in my bio! "The Angel and The Royal Devil" 🖤 "If he doesn't stop staring at you in five seconds, I'll fuck you against this table and you'll come while locking eyes with him." I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening in disbelief as I confronted his impassive expression. He meant business, and there was no denying it. "Five," he declared, his gaze fixed on Joseph, who showed no sign of backing down, continuing to stare at me. "Four." "Stop fucking staring at me, Jo!" I slammed my hands on the table in frustration, my breath hitching and shallow, head spinning at the idea of Salvo taking me in front of a crowd. "Three," Salvo hushed, Joseph's gaze remaining steadfastly fixed on me. "Two." "Please, Joseph," I pleaded. He didn't shift his gaze from me, nor did he blink. "One." Before I could breathe, Salvo lifted me up, my face right in front of Joseph. My ass pointed at Salvo, making things a bit edgy. I held onto the table, feeling the tension. A sneaky grin appeared on Jo's face as Salvo forcefully ripped my gown. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haunted by a psycho stalker for three years, Luna Percy's life darkens when she falls for notorious mafia leader Salvo Ambrose aka The Royal Devil. Both the stalker and Salvo are consumed by an intense obsession and possessiveness towards her. Their romance reveals shocking truths: her father's murderer, her rapist, and her stalker's identity. In this twisted tale of love and betrayal, there are no heroes-just morally grey men and villains. This dark story may trigger some readers. Reached #1 in psycho, psychokiller #1 in eroticromance, #1 in hotboys, #1 in mafiaromance, #1 in dark romance

A bodyguard, a girl with a smart mouth, and lots of tension.

The mention of his name is enough to bring all who know him to their death bed. He is the Don of the Italian Mafia, one man feared by many. He has led with an iron first fist, but what will happen when he meets the one woman who will bring out a side of him he never knew existed? What will he do when his own mother has sworn to rather be dead than have him be with a woman below her standards? She is innocent, lovely and a friend to all. She lives in her own little fairytale world where everyone is nice and good. What will happen when she falls in love with the Don of the Italian mafia? How will she survive in their world where everyone has a hidden agenda and do not all mean well? Will she learn to survive in his world and lead with him, or will she choose her life and safety "If looks could kill, I am sure Marco would be dead by now. Relax Andro, she is not yours" "You are wrong Matteo, she became his the moment he set eyes on her" 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 ©All Rights Reserved

He runs his hand down my stomach placing it over my soaking panties. I wait for him to move but he doesn't. "Tell me what you want Madelyn" he says in a dark voice trying to get a reaction out of me . "fuck you" I whisper back not knowing why I suddenly lost my voice. he smirks before grabbing a fistful of my hair with his free hand. "we need to do something about that mouth of yours darling" ______________________________________________________ Madelyn Hale . Life has fucked her over too many times and she's not afraid to fight back. Her mouth is too big for her own good and is fluent in sarcasm and insults. Unfortunately for her that means trouble. Lorenzo Armini. Leader of the Italian mafia. He is ruthless and believes in taking what he wants instead of asking for it, and right now what he wants is Madelyn.