Sheltered art student Olivia will do anything to find her missing brother, even if it means infiltrating London's most exclusive sex club, run by the Moretti crime family. Thrust into a seductive world of wealth, power and sinful fantasies as L'Ombra's newest waitress, she catches the eye of the club's ruthless owner-Luca Moretti, the mafia king himself. A prime suspect in Noah's disappearance, the dangerously alluring Luca represents everything she fears and desires. His touch ignites a fire within her, awakening a hunger for submission and pleasure she never knew existed. He also happens to be the only person who can help her find the answers she needs. Trust is a luxury, and deception lurks at every corner, yet Olivia's closeness to Luca makes her question everything she thought she knew about the Moretti mafia boss...and herself. Standalone in the Sinful Fantasies series WARNING: This story contains content that may not be suitable for some readers.

Isabella sobbed as she watched him take his pants off. she was too weak to even fight him. "please, don't do this" she begged for the hundredth time. "you shouldn't have done what you did. you should have known better than to f**k with me. you knew the consequences. now you're going to pay with your body" she could see his the hatred etched into his cruel face. even in the darkness,she knew he meant every word. "I don't know what you're talking about" she tried again but he only dropped to his knees between her legs. "please..." he ignored her. instead he parted her thighs exposing her to him. Then she knew, that in the darkness, filthy and bruised,she was going to be stripped of her innocence and by the devil Himself. *** What happens when an innocent girl becomes the prey of a Japanese mafia Boss who takes her captive. Betrayed by her very identical twin sister. Now she has to pay for a crime she has no idea of. Worse still, her sis and only family has suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth. Will she ever survive the torment and punishment of the cold hearted and cruel devil himself. How long till the devil realize his mistakes? How long to correct the mistakes? Can there really be light in the darkness? Find out more from HIS CAPTIVE.

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has. His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy! His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate? Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.

It's always Mr. Wrong who comes my way. Why? When will Mr. Right show up?