[Not completed] He uses his other hand to wrap around my neck. "Open your eyes Cleo." He speeds up the pace as my thighs start to shake. "No" I breath out not even noticing what the hell I just said. "Now" he demanded. I still didn't open them. That's until I feel his fingers plunge knuckle deep into me. I let out a loud moan opening my eyes right away. He kisses my jaw with sloppy kisses. "Good girl" he thrust his middle finger in me slow but deep. I dig my nails in his skin making him hiss. ✈︎✈︎✈︎ As if the mafia world Haven't seen enough evil. Cleo Jane enters the chat and May God be my witness She is as evil, Crazy and psychopathic as it gets. May she have mercy on Whoever Dares to cross her. In the under world she's know as The Killer Queen. She's known to be the best Female assassin, Seductress, and The deadliest Female Alive. No one knows What made her have so much hatred towards Human kind like her own but what happens When Cleo is sent undercover on a mission To Capture and kill The deadliest Male Alive or As Some would say the male version of her self. Tw:Rape,Abuse,depression,death,Guns and drugs⚠︎︎ Start:December 27th, 2021

❝I want you on your knees, begging for forgiveness.❞ ━ Maylene Mattise celebrates her 21st birthday alongside her best friend Amira in Italy. She craves the thrill, the men, and the attention, and she has it all. Her vacation, however, is turned upside down when she encounters Lorenzo Delvin, who has a deep hatred for her despite never having met her... or so she thought. Follow Maylene and Lorenzo on a journey across time to uncover the secrets of their romance. Is it feasible that they will ever be able to put their feelings for one another aside? - This is a fast-paced novel with toxicity that may not be appropriate for all readers. ━ "Dirty little slut," he chuckles. He's not wrong; I do look like a dirty little slut when I'm naked and on my knees with his cum flowing down my body. "What are you?" He questions as he lifts my chin. I don't react. There's no way he'll get the response he wants. "I said, what are you." He repeats himself, this time with a deeper voice as he pulls me back by my hair. In pain, I let out a whimper. This pain, I must confess, feels good rather than unpleasant. "A d-dirty little slut," I reply quietly, this is beyond humiliating. As he lets go of my hair, I turn away. "That's right. Now up," he states. My knees are now sore, so I slowly rise. ━ Warning; this story contains mature content suited for readers over the age of 18.

Marco pulled a black iPhone from his pocket and clicked play. ❝𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟵𝟭𝟭. 𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗕𝗜 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗼, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.❞ I could recognize my own voice in the recording. I had said it previously that day, but how did he get it? ❝𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗮?❞ I stared blankly at him, my mind riddled with the countless amount of possibilities. Perhaps it meant that I was dead. I'd wake up with my feet in cement and have only a moment to breathe before I was thrown into the water. Maybe he'd just strangle me and cremate my body to rid of evidence. When no answer came from me he pulled out what appeared to be a remote and spoke again. ❝𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲, 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮.❞ He clicked a button and instantly I could feel the vibrations pulsing between my legs. {𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭} Part One of the Burn Series.