"Look me in the eyes while I'm fucking you." Kaiden grabbed me by the jaw and I glanced up at his perfectly sculpted face, only to be drawn to his mesmerizing caramel eyes, filled with lust and desire. "God, you look so beautiful underneath me." He whispered against my forehead, his dominant side faltering for a moment, exposing the caring man he had potential to be. "Kaiden." I cry out in pleasure, my voice barely audible as his hand makes its way down to my clit feverishly rubbing against it as he continued to fuck me. "Remember, you're mine for the night star and I will do whatever I want to you." The first time Kaiden Romano laid eyes on Nova Stratford, she was having sex with his best friend. Determined to get a taste of the famous British model, Kaiden seduces Nova hoping to satisfy all his desires within one night but he soon learned just how addicting she can be. Rules were made, rules were broken. Love was never an option. "Excuse me I don't mean to be rude, but tonight 'I'm fucking you." -Midnight in Tuscany.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

{EDITORS' CHOICE} {MAFIA ROMANCE} New York, 1954. Pamela Kelly gets an exciting job as a salesgirl. But there is a dark side to the glittering lights and fashions of New York City, complete with corruption, threats and La Cosa Nostra: an intricate and organized crime system run by the Italian American mafia. Suddenly, Pamela discovers herself in a world she barely knew existed, and worse still, her life becomes lethally intertwined with some of the most powerful mobsters in New York City. Pamela must fight her growing feelings for a particular charming mobster, as she challenges her ideas of what justice and love really are. Carlotta Mancini had a deceivingly happy childhood. Upon discovering her father is the most powerful mob boss in Brooklyn, her life changes dramatically. She finds herself profoundly disturbed by the violence surrounding her and yet cannot escape without risking her own life. What will happen when she attempts to run away with Tony Bellucci, one of her father's junior soldiers, and a man who is strictly off limits to her? Follow these women as they attempt to fight one of the greatest injustices of their time. Featured by Wattpad Detective and Crime profile under 'Like a Woman' Featured by Wattpad Historical Romance profile under 'Decades Fiction' Featured by Wattpad Dangerous Love profile under 'Feature Dangerous Love' Featured by Wattpad New Adult profile under 'There's Only One Bed | Romance' Featured by Wattpad Spiritual profile under 'Heart to Heart' Featured by Wattpad General Fiction profile under 'Finding Love | Romance' Featured by Wattpad Stories Undiscovered profile under the November reading list 'Mega Mashup' First place winner in General Fiction 2019 Glinting Quartz Awards! First place winner in Historical Fiction 2020 Glossy Awards! April 2021 Wattpad Editor's Pick! Between 80,000 and 90,000 words Some of the chapter titles are derived from popular 1950s song titles.

He whispered, "Don't make a sound." "How do you expect me to beg and cry for you?" I taunt and attempt to dig my nails in the hand he rested in front of me, eye level while I was on his lap. He squeezed the hand tightly before pushing it behind my back. He slapped my ass hard for the little comment, and I gawked. I've never been struck, or punished before. "I'm sure you'll find an alternative." Sayter stroked my hair, and spanked me again. - It's 1890, the Victorian Era. Theres a killer on the loose, and it's a pretty little thing named Victoria Vonscuets. Victoria fakes her job as a prostitute to lure her clients into bed with her and to their brutal deaths. But if she had a rival for notoriety, it was Sayter Hamel, a vicious, brutal crime lord who tortured and killed victims on his raider who owed more than they could give. When Victoria decides she wants to try and kill Sayter, she's caught and Sayter decides he'll keep her for himself and teach her submission. But Victoria has a plan to exceed the same goal, all she has to do is sell her soul. ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEX, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, AND A BDSM RELATIONSHIP SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING MOVE ON⚠️

In a ransom deal gone terribly wrong, Florence Blackmore is swept away from her home in the Victorian countryside and made to test her darkest limits. Fighting to maintain her dignity and avoid the harsh punishment of her captors, Florence must barter for her life while her hope for freedom dwindles. Stuck in a different sort of cage is Isabel Coleman, a new bride to an unhappy marriage who is determined to buy her own escape by disguising herself as a maid in the home of a wealthy -- and handsome -- aristocrat. As her secrets threaten to catch up with her, Isabel learns that choosing her own destiny comes with consequences. ~~~ I always thought that I would be resilient in the face of danger, that some instinct inside of me would claw its way to the surface and the fighter within me would reveal itself. But danger doesn't uncover any hidden strength or innate bravery. It strips away the rational parts of you, the things that you always associated with your core being, like courage and pride and kindness. And once all those extraneous pieces are discarded, you are left as a frightened, quivering animal and nothing more. Maybe people who do terrible things are able to do so because they were never under the impression that they were anything more than animals. Maybe he and I aren't so different. Maybe in the moments when he slips beneath my blankets we are reduced to our most basic natures---his, a monster, and mine, a coward. Warning: this story contains sexual and violent content that may be offensive to some readers. Read at your own risk, and check out the trigger warning page for more details. Enjoy :)

"Tell me what you want, my little slave." Mercy laid me down, arms pinning me to the bed I tried so damn hard to melt into. I moaned, "Please.. don't make me beg master." He chuckled, raising my hands and whispering, "Keep what's mine right there." He let go, and I kept my arms raised over my stripped body as he said. "Shall I start here," he kissed my stomach, "Or here," my thigh, lower, he was going lower, "Perhaps, here.." --- Victoria cant remember her age or her life or even how she died. What she does know is long ago she sold her soul to a eternal life of submission, all for one man to bow to her in her mortal life. Now she's dead, with nobody with her but the man she sold her soul to. She gave him a name long ago, she calls him Mercy. Mercy can read her as he once did when she was alive, and for the first time in his immortal life he's dedicated to control everything about her. Even if it means locking her away and keeping his slave for himself. //TW torture, sex, profanity

For so long, Guinevere West had been Blake Ivy's 'Iris.' His play thing. Nothing but a woman he could torment and manipulate when he felt like it. Then came her. Ophelia. His Rose. And suddenly, Gwen was more than just his pet. But Ophelia escaped. And Gwen was left behind. Now, Ophelia is left with the broken remnants of her sanity and Gwen is stuck in the same hell she had always been in. Except this time, the world is watching. And her freedom hangs in the balance. ~ ~ ~ "You want this," he said. "You want me to want you. Don't you, Iris?" I sucked in a breath and shook my head. He smirked. "Liar," he whispered. ☆ Black Rose book 2

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.