"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

❝ Why would an Italian CEO settle for anything less, especially for a narcissistic, playboy Russian motorcycle driver? ❞ [18+] 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐕 is unfamiliar with the concept of love. For him, only sex exists-preferably rough, heterosexual encounters. He spends his time riding motorcycles, flirting with women or hanging out in his workshop with his friends. As a member of the illegal racing club "Phantom Z" he holds the title "King" due to his undefeated streak-until one day, someone challenges and defeats him. 𝐓𝐇𝐄́𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 is a billionaire who drowns himself in work to escape his own thoughts. He owns luxurious estates, elegant suits, and expensive watches. He has everything yet his past clings to him like a haunting memory, draining him of all emotion. However, after meeting a certain man, Théo realizes that perhaps he still has feelings left. What happens when their hatred towards each other is replaced by a profound, undeniable love that turns their worlds upside down, leaving them awash in unfamiliar emotions . . .

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"I'm not gonna have sex with you baby. Not yet. Just a little fun with the help of some old toys." He smirked and then it suddenly hit me. He stole the vibrator. "You know, I would rather use an all black one but this pink one will work too. I'm going to show how to use it properly to give you the best orgasms you've ever felt. Can I?" He looks between the belt and the headboard and I realise what he wants to do. Offering my wrists to him, I smile, letting excitement override my nerves. "Promise to make me scream?" He grinned, securely tying my hands to the headboard and tugged a few times to make sure it's tight. "Always baby," *** Gabrielle Jackson lives the perfect life, that is until she's forced to marry a dangerous criminal, in order to save her family. Ryder Romano is the heir to the American Mafia, a criminal with a heart of ice that only the purest fire can set aflame too. He's ruthless, dangerous and cunning. She's sweet, kind and innocent. What will happen when a deal brokered between their families leads to these two opposite souls being forced into a marriage they both don't want? ___________________________________________ Highest ranking #2 in mafia #3 in fiancé and don #102 in romance *** Order of series: 1. Chained To Him 2. Chained To The Mafia 3.Chained Lovers 4. Chained Princess [ Can be read as a stand-alone but recommended that you read the whole series in order] - Mature sexual content - Content contains violence, torture Cover credits go to Devilishwritings

Enzio was a Hunter for the Body. He'd taken an oath to do his job, no matter what he had to do. Just how far was he willing to go? The biggest fear he had was if his wife, Moxie, would be there when he revealed just how far he had gone.

【INCLUDES MATURE SCENES, READ AT OWN RISK】 Sex worker and escort, Milan O'Dair, knows all about rich people. He knows they're arrogant and extravagant and the men stink of cigars, while the women adorn themselves in the rarest of diamonds. They laugh at the poor, mock the needy and love to use him like a toy; fun for the time being but then easily forgotten. But that was the job, and at the end of the day rich people liked to flaunt their wealth to anyone who would pay attention, so they paid a lot for his services meaning the money was good and exactly what he needed. No one said it was easy to get by in the world, so if it took a bit of pain and tears then Milan was just going to have to tough it out. Besides, soon enough he would become a world famous painter, he was sure of it, he just needed to keep creating. And when living in a city like London and being very much estranged from his family, while also needing to afford expensive paints and canvases, so he didn't lose the only thing in his life that gave him any passion or meaning, money was a necessity and it helped to have it in excess. Then one day, Milan meets a mysterious man, at a gala dinner, who tips his world upside down. A God among mere mortals, who exudes such beauty that neither man, nor woman, nor other can resist his charms, a specimen like none other. No one knows anything about him, but that he is rich beyond belief and that you must never cross him. He is power, he is strength, and he is wealth. He is Valencio Osiris. ~~~~~~~~~ 'He looked like a lamb caught amongst wolves, but there was a fire in my little lamb's eyes, like he wouldn't allow himself to get eaten and I decided I just had to see if I could get a small bite.' ~~~~~~~~~ T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S: - mentions of sexual assault and trauma ~~~~~~~~

"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.

"Laurent, it will do you well to understand that Salina is not yours anymore. She is mine. These insults you throw her way, they affect me. These," he gripped Salina's face a bit roughly. Squeezing her cheeks and tilting her chin to show the tear stains on them, glistening in the light. "These tears, they are mine. Choose your next words carefully in reference to my woman." •• Dominik Ivanov needs a wife. Or rather, does he simply want one? The Russian Devil is feared by many and known by none. When the devilish man is searching for a wife, Salina didn't once assume it would be her. But when she ends up in a courthouse signing her life away, she can't help but wonder if there's a bright side to this all. ~ When the devil finds himself obsessed, what more can he do but corrupt her? #2 in dangerouslove |10/23/23|

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***