"I could've killed you right in the moment but when I looked into these sparkling green eyes I knew I would be losing the light of my life if I did" I wanted to feel scared but I couldn't. I felt safe instead. I'm so stupid and naive. "And in this dark life I'm living I need some light Aria, I know I'm being an selfish bastard and putting you in danger, but please stay with me and I'll give you everything you want and protect you with my life" "I can't-" "Please save me Aria" I could swear I saw a tear escaping his eye before he cupped my face and smashed his lips on mine. THIS IS NOT THE SAME ALEX AS ARES' SON

Ingrid Rodríguez A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her entire life. She was too timid and shy to talk back to anyone, which led to years of people walking over her. Her older sister is one of the main ones. Her aging grandmother is the only person who understands what she's going through and desperately wants to take her away from it all. Tristian Locke A 25-year-old tattoo artist who believes his heart is broken beyond repair. His mother, who has experienced painful trauma is now in a state of shock. His father, who is a lawyer, wants his son to get out of the phase he is in so he can have a "real" profession... so it seems. Tristian, in his mind, has disowned his father for the many things he's done behind his mother's back as well as his constant attempts to lure him back into the old ways of their family history involving the Irish Mob. On the outside, Tristian is calm and subtle, but on the inside, he has pent-up anger that he only releases accidentally or while training in the gym. His mother, alone, is the very reason he hasn't completely broken yet and is the source of all his inspiration. Tristian no longer believes in love. His father being the worst example of what love should be, is painted into his mind. He stays away from relationships and women as he wants nothing to do with them until she walked into his shop. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " He tattooed his name on my heart " WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. #95 in Romance - 12/06/17

✯✯✯ Ares Romano craved blood. He was everything dangerous, he was cold hearted and everything bad to describe him. He is the don of the Italian Mafia, with that being said what he craved more than blood was the death of Scarlett Knight. Scarlett Knight didn't think before she killed someone. She was next in line for her to be donna of the American Mafia but she had to get married before she received that title. Even though her life seem almost decent she just needed one thing; Ares Romano six feet under the ground. ✯✯✯ ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ *NOT edited *Mature themes *Any image used in this story is not mine Read at your own risk.

[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

𝟏𝟖+ "Do you have any idea," he started as he licked his lips, his tongue piercing catching my eye, "how much I've had to refrain myself from fucking you over the last few months?" * Three very simple rules was all it took for everything to fail, but does Taylor Thomas and Nicolas Romano abide by them? Out of all things that could go wrong to Taylor, everything just starts to blow up all at once for her. One fateful night out with her best friend, she witnesses a murder commited by familiar billionaire Nicolas Romano, and receives a call from her older brother that he owed the wrong people some money, and now he's been framed and arrested for murder. She decided to involve herself into the mafia world, for all the right reasons. Or so she thought. What she didn't expect however, was to become the main target on their list. Secrets are soon revealed, bonds are built, and time begins to quickly run out. Will they make it in time? Will they disobey the rules? Will love get in the way and end up killing both Nicolas and Taylor? USED TO BE TITLED: SINS AND SCARS

"Your mine, and I'll do whatever I want with you." Andrej is the heir of the Serbian mob. He loves guns, violence and women. He owns a few night clubs and when he meets a girl, at one of them, whom he recognizes he won't be able to resist, to just find out who she is and how to make him his for the night. What they both don't see coming is the passion and the hate combining them making them a dangerous and powerful couple. A smut story. (18+)

"Do you know how many times I've got off to the thought of you? How you would look trembling beneath my touch, begging for me." She could hardly breathe as his lips grazed her neck. The words he was saying were making every nerve in her body stir with excitement. "You know what I think? You act so tough on the outside but really...." He began to trail his lips up to her ear, leaving the trail of his hot breath. "... you just want to be dominated and fucked by a real man." ... Spending New Year's Eve drinking her sorrows away at a bar, Thea encounters a stranger; one she finds herself in bed with at the end of the night. She had expected to never see the man again but when the two run into each other the next day, she's mortified, acting as if she had never met him at all. But matters take a turn for the worse when he shows up at her job as one of her patients. Forced to counsel the difficult yet extremely attractive man, she realizes that she wouldn't be able to resist his charm forever. Turns out Elio Chambers had much more to offer than the dick that she hadn't managed to get out of her head since that night.

updates starting again in June Walking past his office door, I hear him talk to someone, and I know he's in a meeting. Karma is a bitch, Alessandro. I walk back into his room, and grab the new white lace set I bought yesterday and wear it. It leaves little to nothing to the imagination. I enter his office, but don't make eye contact with him. I look through his bookshelf, and grab a book, and sit in the chair opposite him. His eyes devour me, and I know that if I looked up at him right now, I would see frustration and lust in his eyes. My arm accidentally drops a pen on the floor and it lands right by his foot. I get off my chair to get it, and end up under the desk. My hand caresses his thigh, and I feel him become tense as his breath hitches. His arm falls under the table, as a warning sign, and I simply grab his hand into mine. Unzipping his pants slowly, and taking out his cock from his boxers, is easy. He's almost fully hard, already, and I use my hands to get him fully hard. My tongue lightly touches the base of his dick, and I hear him release a quiet moan. He's going to make me pay, once he's done with his meeting. That's for sure.