He watched the woman he love be killed in front of him for a crime that could have been prevented. In order to have her back, he shed the blood of the innocent so the gods looked for her reincarnation but she doesn't quite look the same. How would he handle this news? Would he accept her? She was hated on earth, she had no friends and her family looked down on her.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

After twelve years of marriage, Amanah thought living as the Luna of the Eclipse Moonstone Pack would be a walk in the park. However, their lives become entangled with a goddess who has been locked away for long enough, and now she wants a complete out! Will Amanah and Miall be able to withstand the storm coming with the goddess of love, Lunaria? ***"This is your last chance to beg me to stay," I said as I popped half my body out the window, and Miall cursed under his breath, pulling me back in. "Just go enjoy yourself. Your children will be safe with me," Mom said as she hooked her arm around Maniah's shoulder, and she smiled, leaning into her grandmother. "B-but I'm the one that won't be safe," I whispered to Mom. "Your son has been deprived for almost a week and you think sending me off with him is okay?"*** Let's see how Amanah handles married life.

~Camila~ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕" Camila was adored by those in her presence due to her gentle nature and joyful demeanor. Her inner beauty and external charm captivates the hearts and draws the attention of numerous individuals. When she was designated by her boss to attend a meeting as a representative of her company, her attractiveness and intellect captivated the affection of an attractive mafia leader. Luciano was attracted to her physical attractiveness and sensed that her innocence went deeper than what was visible. He exposes her to the realm of bdsm, revealing her unconventional nature and unraveling her hidden desires. Highest rank 🥇 #1 in arousal #1 in bwwm #3 in cocky #1 in darkromance #1 in darling #1 in dominance #1 in edge #1 in eroticromance #1 in italy #1 in love #1 in Lust #1 In mafia #2 in mature #1 in naughty #1 in passion #2 in smutwarning #1 in steamy

18++ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. which was one word to describe them. "do you want to know what I'm about to do to you right now? i'm going to fuck you until these sheets are soaked in your tears and cum," her breath hitched as he kissed up the middle of her chest and neck. "i'm going to spell 'mine' with my dick inside you," amira whined, squirming her legs around his torso, feeling him rub against her slit. "i'm going to spell it with my tongue inside you, with my lips all over this mind-fuck body. i want you; amira decker, to know that you are going to be mine. whether you continue to fight it or not," he reached her ear, kissing her warm skin. "you are my future. you are the fucking mother of my future kids, you're the reason my dick wakes up in the morning. it's because i'm always thinking of you and sometimes i just can't help it," he kissed down her neck. "mine," he reached her breasts, using his tongue to spell the word with painfully slow licks. the teasing alone made her soak the bed more. "mine," he kissed down her heavy-breathing belly. spreading her legs apart, he used his thumbs to unfurl her lower lips. "mine," he said lastly, drawing a coat of saliva from his mouth and onto her pussy. amira gasped breathlessly as she felt the wetness melt between her clit. grabbing her thighs, his cold chain bracelets made her flinch. he ducked between her legs, the chain around his neck sliding across her slit making her twitch. "i want to destroy you tonight, cherish you later. but I'm still hungry, so first, i'm going to eat again," he muttered and dove straight into her sensitive spot, knowing exactly where it was like the first. his tongue slid, sucked, flicked, licked, and kissed creatively over and over her sensitive spasming clit. one lick and her entire body shook as she gasped in bliss pleasure. she cried, nearly tearing up the sheets above her head. © 2022 kenziexwrites. all rights reserved.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 pooled at the eyes of the seductress in front of me. ❝You still hate me?❞ The poison in my heart moaned as I bottomed out in her, her wetness tightening around me. ❝Of course I do- fuck! Right there!❞ She cried out, biting her lip to quiet her moans, trying her hardest to deprive me of that soul quenching satisfaction. I gently tug at her bottom lip with my thumb, releasing her lip from her teeth, wanting to hear every cry come from that pretty mouth. ❝That pussy of yours says otherwise❞ I moan, repeatedly slamming in and out of her, basking in her seductive aura, feeling myself crumble from her touch. ▂▂▂▂▂ What occurs when two fundamentally different worlds intersect but relate to one another more than anticipated? These two kingdoms will do more than clash when an aspiring mafia boss and the Boss/Daughter of one of the most powerful drug lords in history come into contact. Their lives will twist, turn, and even collapse trying to keep a tight grasp on one another. What happens when one of the most lethal pairings, power, and lust, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟗/𝟐𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

"let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️

[ COMPLETED ] Elijah West and Aliyah Pryce have something in common: They have both been hurt before. Aliyah Pryce plans weddings. That's one thing she was absolutely sure about doing. She loved the idea of love so when she plans an amazingly beautiful wedding, she expected for it to go to plan. Except, the groom just so happens to be her ex-highschool sweetheart and the bride happens to be her highschool best friend. An orthopedic surgeon, Elijah West has gone through his life at one hundred miles per hour, no breaks and no time-outs. He's also recovering from a break up with his long-time girlfriend, Gianna Williamson. That's how he ends up at the bar down the street from his apartment, a glass of whiskey in hand and a beautiful woman sat beside him. They're both, immediately, thrust into a world of confusing emotions and complicated feelings. But you know what Jordin Sparks says, One Step At A Time. COPYRIGHT © MIDNXGHTSUN 2020

{ Valentino Series #5 } An idiotic love story. Friends to lovers. Leonardo Valentino & Neliyah ( Nellie) Wade. { comedy, VIOLENCE, & smut } "Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain." Started: 07/04/22 Finished: 09/05/22

Miles has always been able to keep his professional and personal life separate. Then he met Gianna Graye.