"The Mafia Boss and His Angel" Valentina Vernández is an pure perfection. She has brown wavy hair, juicy plump lips, marvelous body. Although her life isn't devine as it seems to be. Lorenzo Martino is an sexy mysterious Italian. He has everything, however one thing is missing in his perilous life. The perfect woman, which he doesn't believe exist. |MATURE CONTENT|

🔞✔orⓂ✔ means mature content is involved. This story also has strong use of language so beware. This is a boyxboy with a light BDSM and daddy kink. Ranks- #1 - Stepbrother #1 - ds #7 - manxman #6 - bdsmrelationship

"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.

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

•When is a monster not a monster?• •When you're in love with it• "Listen to me," he whispers, his voice clearly clouded with desire, "if you want me to stop, you will not hesitate to say it, understood?" He's the most dangerous thing she's ever known, and the rational part of her wants to stay away. He's brutal. He's scary. And he's someone she definitely should not be messing with. Yet, with every touch, every clench of his jaw and tensing of his muscles, she can't resist the urge to torment him. What she doesn't know: It goes both ways. She's bright. She's brilliant. And she's someone he can't help but be drawn to. Lucky for him, it doesn't look like she wants to stay away. And lucky for her, torment is in his job description. [Warning: Gore, violence and sexual themes] Author's note: This is a slowburn romance, and will probably have you pulling at your hair at times. If you don't like slowburn, I would suggest skipping this one. [CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MELTING ZANE]

The Saints Trilogy: Book One 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 -Can be read as a stand alone- The daughter of the Italian mob boss, Gianna Romano is one of the top lawyers in the world. She despises the mafia and having to clean up the mess her deranged brother is leaving. Leonid Ivanov is the pakhan of the Bratva. He is falsely charged with the murder of a well-known billionaire. The Italian mob boss offers his daughter's assistance because it is his son that is behind the murder. Leonid is captivated by Gianna the moment he meets her and has no intention of letting her go so easily. While falling for the demanding, obstinate lawyer with commitment issues, he makes excuses to keep her close. Even her murderous brother who is after them won't stop him from having her. He'll do anything to have her. - *STORY IS UNEDITED* *ALL PICTURES USED ARE NOT MINE AND WERE FOUND ON PINTEREST* !!! WARNING !!! This story contains mature scenes and language!!!

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: ⸻ 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴! ❝𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟❞ ❝ She looks at you like you're her saviour. ❞ ❝ Even though I'm a sinner? ❞ ❝ You have to sin a little bit to protect the people you care about. ❞ Scarlett's life gets ripped apart when two of the most dangerous mafia brothers break into her home to shoot her brother, Antonio. She knows that they, especially Giovanni, won't just let her go to tell the police what he did, especially after he had already been sent to prison for a year, thanks to her brother's betrayal, therefore she wakes up in their mansion and under his watchful eye. She resents Giovanni for the death of her brother, but once things slowly start to make sense to her, about her brother and what he was involved in, and the more time she spends with Giovanni, she learns that her brother wasn't so innocent like she thought he was. She learns that he kept secrets from her, secrets that led to his death. She also realises that Giovanni isn't such a monster she thought he was and so she finds herself working with him to try and find the truth to her brother's sudden betrayal toward Giovanni but the things they will discover are things that should've stayed in the dark. [WORD COUNT +100K WORDS] [BOOK IS EDITED SO IT WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS ]

Raised in the Mafia, I have known no other life other than cold calculated violence and discipline. A life where brutality is praised and weakness is ridiculed, I became the best of my parents and the worst the world has ever seen. Young and still gaining control of my mafia, love is never an option for me, that is until one night at a Mafia ball where I spy a woman who has me to my knees. I want more, more, more. She's reckless and cunningly beautiful. Too good for me and yet the only one for me. We fight for survival and for each other because neither one of us will let go. ------------------------- I sat in the back, legs apart and looked at her with my head tilted. She licked her lips and squeezed though the front seats all the while looking at me. I pulled her towards me and she chuckled as she sat on my lap. Her legs were either side of me and her breathing was ragged. I ran my hand down her cheek and pulled her into me. I kissed her lips and soon our tongues whirled around. Hungry and rough. She held her head back and I began to plant rough kisses onto her beautiful neck. "Am I a bad influence?" She breathed. Her hands were on the back of my neck. I stopped kissing her and looked up at her. "Everyone needs a little bad in their lives." I whispered back making her smile. My hands found her waist and I noticed her short dress had ridden up exposing her thighs. She wore it to tease me and I loved it. Fuck, I loved her body. She breathed into my neck and I pulled off her dress in one slick motion. My hands were all over her back, feeling her, touching her. Her soft skin drove me crazy. ------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIA SERIES

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.