"No one speaks to me the way you have been lately" He warned, his eyes trained on mine. "What are you going to do, kill me?" I answered back, my gaze focused only on his kissable full lips. "Much worse." I didn't have time to comprehend anything before he gripped my hips and slammed me down onto the bed, making my breath hitch. My hair had covered my face from the impact, very quickly I pushed it out of my way when Luca hovered over my body, his hands holding him up on each side of me. "Wha-" He shut me up by placing his lips on mine, making my entire insides melt. Sparks jolted throughout my body as his soft lips molded with mine, he kissed me with so much need and urgency that a quiet moan unexpectedly escaped from me... ••• Luca Vendor, the name that shoots shivers down people's spines. He's dark and mysterious, never loved and has always been taught to show zero emotion. When he comes across Kimberly Folin, a beautiful American woman, he's intrigued by her sassy attitude and ability to turn him down. Usually, a woman would drop their pants at the site of him, but Kimberly is very different. Not planning on letting her go anytime soon, he decides on asking for her to teach him how to be gentle, just for her. But when Luca causes trouble with a Russian leader, innocent Kimberly is thrown into a world full of danger... - HIGHEST RANKS: #1 in Love story #1 in Italian #4 in Adult Romance #9 in Romance ⚠️Mature themes, violence & strong language⚠

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.