It's a mafia story, your already know what's going on.

"let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️

Orianna. Young, full of life, enthusiastic and loving, are the best words that can be used to describe her. While others her age are embracing and persuing their dreams, Orianna is looking after her younger two siblings. After her parents fatal accident, she's become their legal guardian, but she doesn't mind because of the love she has for her siblings. So what happens when someone either her siblings starts to attract her attention? . . Please be aware that this book was written a while back and is not edited.

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

Description: This is a story about how a nineteen year old blond Australian boy with long hair, named Lucas. Who falls in love at first sight with this beautiful twenty-three year old black girl from America, named Shannon. Who also has a five year old daughter to care for. ------ "I swear. I'll show her one day that age is just a number." -------- "L-Lucas..." she moans. "Say it sweetheart." I whisper, in her ear. "Uh-uhhhhhhh!!!" she screams, in ecstasy and arches her back. "That's right, let them know you're mine." ------- PSA: This book is mostly told in the male main character POV. This book is also about a brown skin black girl and a white man. At the moment there isn't any pictures of the female main character, so please feel free to use your imagination for the time being. Due to growing up and being a young adult now I am not on here as much as I would like so please keep that in mind and be patient with me when it comes to updating. ------- (Editing might not be as great for the moment) Started: June 20, 2020 Ended: still ongoing

{ Valentino series #3 } "I love you so much. Please, don't break the last pieces of my heart that is left." I whisper & she stares at me with sad eyes. "Milo I love you. If you truly love someone you wouldn't hurt them. I will never hurt you & I hope you feel the same." she speaks softly. I shut my eyes when her soft & warm hand comes in contact with my face. All my problems & pain vanishes the moment she touches me. "I love you." I whisper. ... Warning- Contains smut, violence, blood, death. Started: 04/09/22 End: ... 05/10/22

{ Valentino series #4 } 2 opposite people reunite after 3 years. The woman you once loved 3 years ago, is now engaged. 3 years. 1095 days. Things have changed. People change. ... "I've changed but the love I have for you is still the same." - Mateo Started: 05/10/22 End: 07/04/22

In the shadowed world of Fyrm, vampires reign and humans survive. Luna DuPont, born blind with snow-white hair, has lived her life hidden, protected from the attention her strange appearance might draw. But fate doesn't care for safety-and neither does the ancient vampire king who senses her presence long before he knows her name. When desperation leads Luna into the heart of a castle ruled by cruelty, she expects to serve. She doesn't expect to be claimed. Not by the most feared creature alive. Not by the one who feels drawn to her in ways he cannot explain. As war brews between tradition and change, Luna must navigate a dangerous new world of blood, power, and forbidden connection. But some destinies are written in more than prophecy-some are written in blood. And love, in the unlikeliest of places, may be the most dangerous legacy of all.

Elara Suave has been working at Moldovan Industries for years but, now it's time for Mr. Moldovan to step down and let his son take over. When Elara and Emilian meet, they have an instant physical attraction to each other. It's clear they are both aware of each other's feelings but, who will speak up first? Follow along to find out how their relationship develops and what will become of it. ╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ Disclaimer: I do not own any photos used in this book. Start Date: July 7th, 2021 End Date: May 14, 2022

𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘋𝘕𝘈. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.