"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees. (DISCONTINUED)

Nineteen-year-old Adrian Blackwood is forced to marry Vincent Calloway, a cold, dominant CEO with strict rules and harsher punishments. What starts as a forced union becomes a tangled web of pain, passion, and forbidden desire.

Mark was the definition of ordinary. He was content with his quiet life, his simple desk job, and the comfort of blending into the background of a bustling city. He never wanted to be noticed. But beauty can become a curse when it catches the eye of a predator.. One look was all it took for Daniel Rousseau to decide that Mark was meant to be his wife. His possession. In a single night, Mark's world is ruined. Dragged into a high-floor gilded cage overlooking the city, he is forced to adapt to a life filled with dark obsession, intense possessiveness, and a man who rules with absolute control. For six months, Mark fights tooth and nail, refusing to let his spirit break beneath Daniel's crushing grip. But soon, he finds another man even more broken than himself a man who has completely lost hope. Now, Mark decides to set him free from this bloody cage. How far will he go to buy his freedom? And when you pretend to give in to the madness, how do you stop yourself from actually falling into it?

Trapped in a marriage with Mercer, a ruthless mafia boss, gentle librarian John faces fear, abuse, and relentless obsession. As he runs, fights, and survives, hate and desire collide-can love bloom in the shadows of pain?

Joshua Cheslyn, field marshel in the British army. The youngest field marshel in the whole British government but him being young doesn't mean he is naive. Strongest and cruelest man in the whole army. Who gets whatever he wants. Now he wants a young cute farmer boy kairav singh from a small city named varanasi cute, funny, loud and optimistic but he hates the Britishers because they are cruel and have conquered his country india. Now we have to find out if joshua's obsession can make kairav his or kairav's hate will help him set free from joshua's cage. This is a fictional story. I do not own any of the pictures.

Valentine is marrying his love of life. Never in his life he even looked at any other guy, Soren was always the one for him. But everything goes wrong when the truth reveals, Valentine is actually married! With Soren's own brother. How did he ended up marrying his own brother in law? And where would this triangle take us in the story?? Trigger warning: M×M trope Gay romance Explicit scenes 🔞 Sexual assault Abuse Forceful romance 📢 Updates on every Friday!!!

🔞"𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐢"🔞 "𝑰 𝒅𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦-𝑰 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑰 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑰 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜." _____ Inthorn Thanawanich is a man feared even by monsters. Cold-blooded, untouchable, and worshipped like a god in Bangkok's darkest corners, he doesn't feel... not love, not pity, not mercy. Until the night he sees him-a trembling boy stepping onto the auction stage, clutching a worn bunny plushie like a lifeline. They call him Noi. Eighteen. Soft. Silent. Everything Inthorn isn't. Something about the boy pulls him in. Maybe it's the way he flinches from his gaze. Maybe it's the purity that doesn't belong in a place like this. Or maybe it's because, for the first time in years, Inthorn wants to keep something-not break it. But monsters don't know how to love. Only how to own. And as Inthorn drags Noi into his world of luxury, violence, and obsession, he begins to unravel in ways even he can't understand. Because in a life built on ruin, one innocent boy might be the only thing keeping the beast from burning it all. _____

🔞𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋🔞 "𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ ℴ𝒷𝓈ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒷ℴ𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹. 𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝒷ℯℊ𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂." _____ Sold to pay a debt, the Doll was never meant to survive. But the Devil-ruthless, obsessed, and covered in blood-decided to keep him. Locked in a mansion of velvet cages and twisted love, the Doll becomes the Devil's most precious possession. Screams echo through the halls, but so does something darker-something like love. A brutal, romantic descent into madness. _____

Jirawat Sutivanichsak (Dew) moved through the world like a storm trapped in human form. The ruthless heir of Thailand's most feared mafia family, he was cold, merciless, and untouchable. His name alone was enough to silence a room. Since the night his mother's body hung lifeless before his eyes, love had never touched him again. Behind the sharp suits and piercing gaze lived a hollow man-one who killed without blinking, hated his father with every breath, and carried his family's legacy in blood. At the edge of his fate stood Teeradech Vitheepanich (Tee), twenty-four, gentle beautiful stubborn and A medical intern in Australia.Tee had lost his parents young, clung to his sister and brother-in-law as his only home, and then watched them both died in an accident that shattered everything. Left with his nephew and a promise to fulfill the last wish to take his brother in law to his family in Thailand.But He was walking unknowingly toward the devil's World. In another corner of this empire of blood burned Siraphop Manithikhun (Net). The twenty seven-year-old son of a rival mafia family, he lived for chaos-street races, danger, the taste of destruction. A charming playboy to outsiders, but deadly when anger struck. For Net, Dew was not only an enemy, but a mirror he wanted to shatter, a storm he longed to conquer. Their hatred was the kind that could only end in fire. Radchapon Phornpinit (JJ), the innocent stepbrother Dew never accepted, grew like a flower in the cracks of their ruined family. Born from betrayal, shielded from the bloodstained world outside, he remained soft, trusting, unbearably beautiful. At twenty, stepping into university life, he carried a light so fragile the world could break it in an instant. Four names. Four fates. One city drowning in power, revenge, and desire. And when Tee stepped into Thailand carrying coffins and grief, destiny began to weave its cruelest story- the one that might finally tame the devil.

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.