𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟔𝟒 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

16+/ When the innocence of a sheltered girl collides with the destructive force of a troubled man, their inevitable, dangerous connection unfolds in 'Dark Love,' a gripping dark romance about secrets, obsession, and a love that defies the odds. --🦋-- - Rewritten and edited (spelling, grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, and especially unnecessary and redundant scenes and dialogue removed) - Some scenes are different - Some chapters are rewritten --🦋-- ⚠Trigger Warnings| This book contains domestic abuse/ violence, coercive sexual activity, underaged FMC (protagonist), strong language, mental illness, dependent FMC.

"They say you're innocent, pure, a virgin-but I know you touch yourself every single day, thinking of me." Her back arched instinctively against me. Breath caught. "L-Lucian, I..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching at me as if to push me away. I smirked darkly. "Cat got your tongue, gattina? Tell me... do you dream of me every night?" "I... I don't..." she stammered, heat crawling up her neck, her body betraying her despite the words. My smirk deepened. "So... if I slip a finger under your dress, you're telling me it's not soaked underneath?" Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, made my chest tighten. Knees threatening to buckle, every shiver, every ache-utterly exposed. I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "You're mine, gattina. Don't you forget it." ⸻ Isabella Rose Ledesma, 22, should have had a simple life: nursing school, exams, late-night study sessions with her best friend. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not by him. Lucian Dominic Vitale, 25, is whispered about with fear across continents. Cold-blooded, calculated, untouchable. A man who built his empire on violence, who bends the world with nothing but a word-and now, he's set his sights on her. One night, in the quiet shadows of a hospital hallway, he saw her-not just her face, not just her body, but the fire inside her. She didn't know it then, but that night, she became his-his weakness, his obsession, his possession. Even when he disappears without a trace, leaving only the memory of ice-blue eyes and ruthless control, Isabella realizes men like Lucian don't vanish. They haunt. They follow. They claim. Across cities, across oceans, he watches every move she makes-every stolen smile, every soft gasp, every secret thought. Lucian doesn't just want her heart. He wants her mind. Her body. Her soul. And when he comes back, Isabella will learn the truth: You don't run from the devil once he calls you his kitten. You kneel.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. ____________________________________________ I opened the door to Lorenzo's office, which was a masculine, spacious, and luxurious room with a dark, old-money theme. He was on a phone call, but I didn't mind. As I walked towards him, his eyes were glued to my every move. I slowly took off my robe, revealing my stunning body. Lorenzo let out a low growl and gasped at the sight of me. The person on the other end of the phone call asked if anything was wrong, to which Lorenzo replied, "No," while still looking at me and licking his lips. I positioned myself sitting on Lorenzo's lap, then started grinding on him, feeling him get a huge boner as he began to grunt. He whispered, "P-princess." "Yes, my love?" I responded, pausing my movements. "Please don't," he pleaded, trying to keep his grunting quiet. Just then, the person on the phone asked him a question about their newest business venture. ____________________________________________ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. ......It captures the essence of their unique journey from arranged marriage to falling in love I'll start updating 4 times a week next week!!!!

#1 badboygoodgirl #1 relationship-complicated Watching a car go up in flames is traumatic enough in itself. Watching a car go up in flames with the love of your life locked inside the boot? Thats another story entirely. When 19 year old Mila moved to the US to pursue a law degree at her dream college, she prepared herself for lots of hard work and some much needed partying with her two best friends. What she didn't expect was to fall in love with the school bad boy, and in doing so be plunged into a world of drugs, sex, violence, and rule breaking. #3 hot #10 sexy

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss. --- Rank #8 love

She saves his life. He decides she belongs to him. A wounded Lycan King crashes into Evangeline's peaceful life during a storm. Valério is a Lycan King from a world where monsters rule and weakness has no place. Evangeline is a simple 21st-century herbalist who dreams only of peace. She lives a quiet life, convinced that nothing will ever disrupt her daily routine. Until him. They do not speak the same language. They do not belong to the same world. They should not even exist in the same reality. Yet, from the moment they meet, their souls recognize each other. Between burning desire and fear of the unknown, between unspoken secrets and love, they will have to learn to understand one another despite everything that separates them. For their meeting is not the result of chance. It was written long before they were born. And what if the storm raging outside was nothing compared to the one awakening within them?

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper