"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

My boss.. The walking terror of corporate world is kneeling in front of me. Green eyes look up at me heavily. He is still wearing glasses, and his CEO personality, yet something feels off. His eyes appear so dark and dense, like someone switched off the lights in them as he stares at me with his signature blackness. He takes a deep breath, black shirt tightens around his biceps as he raises his hand and grips the hem of my skirt. And then, he begins sliding it up. My breath gets caught in my throat as his fingers push the fabric higher and higher, inch by torturous inch, till my skin appears above the lacy stockings. My lungs gasp as those deep, penetrating green eyes flicker up at me. Something feral and unreadable flashes behind them, before he leans in. Warm breath grazes my exposed thigh and every muscle in my body clenches. OHMYGOD! What is he doing? What is he doing? My anxieties panic in me. I slap a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling my gasps as his untouchable lips touch my skin. An electrifying current shoots down my spine and I freeze on the spot, unable to believe what he is doing. Soft and warm, his forbidden lips press against my thigh in a slow, deliberate kiss as if he is taking his sweet time to taste the sin of my skin. But he doesn't stop there. A second kiss. Higher. A third. Even higher. Oh my God! 🚩MATURE CONTENT🚩 Highest Ranks #2 in Funny #2 in Humour #3 in Seductive #3 in EnemiesToLover

She's living tye life if a normal 18-year-old but what happens when she married her enemy and finds out he is the mafia leader that works with her dad? Her whole life has been a lie.

"𝒐𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒗𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊 " " 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 ? " "𝑶𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒛 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠? 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦? #1 Valentina #1 libros #1 mentalissues #2 wattpadstories #2 mafiaman #2 mafiawoman #5 iloveyou #6 Mature scenes #9 Vincent #17 lovers #23 TW #27 wattpad #100 italianmafia #190 enemiestolovers