"I don't know how you did it" He said with pain and frustration in his eyes "But you need to stop" I look at him and softly said "I don't know what you're talking abo-" He cuts me off by pinning me against the wall looking even more frustrated "You're making yourself important to me and you need to stop!" He yelled making me shut my mouth. I look at the pain, sadness and anger that was swirling in his eyes "Please don't make me stop" I whispered softly, leaning closer to him. He shuts his eyes tightly and whispers "God damn it" before pulling me and placing his lips on mine. Welcome to the story of Lauren and Alexander.

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

((Book 1 of HIS series))) Being in love with your stepdad is something others term as shameful. But is it really forbidden if your mother abandoned you in the care of a dashing guardian who spoils you rotten? He's overprotective. He's observant. He's ruthless. And he has a horny little devil. Careful not to mess with his 'little kitten', you might lose more than just a hand. ****Story not edited yet😊**** ((9/6/23))

Needs to be heavily edited lmao (first wrote when I was like 15) Now, I'm alone with the beast . He stares into my soul causing me to gulp. "You're going to do something for me." He rounds his desk, coming to a stop in front of me. His body towering over my seated self. I look forward facing his crotch, the bulge in his pants making itself known. I make eye contact with him, an evil smirk, he says one word, "suck." .... Grayson Black is the definition of playboy. Unfortunately when owning a large and successful company, image matters especially when your only 27, so he decided to 'commit' himself to a relationship to prove that he's changed his ways. Except the woman he 'commits' himself to is his assistant. When feelings begin to grow on one end and there's a secret surprise on the way, what happens? #15 in romance #1 in employee #2 CEO #1 baby #1 fake love #1 in love life

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

(Mature Audiences)Zariah Jones just graduated college and was ready to start her dream job-until her father drops a bombshell: she's been promised in marriage to a man she's never met. But not just any man. Czar Kuzmich. Head of the Russian mafia. Cold, brutal, and untouchable. Known for making grown men disappear and never cracking a smile, Czar doesn't seem like the fairytale ending Zariah had in mind. Yet the moment they meet, sparks fly-burning hot enough to scorch everything in their path. He's possessive. Dangerous. Addictive. And Zariah? She's the only one who dares to challenge him. What starts as an unwanted arrangement quickly spirals into obsession, secrets, and something far more terrifying than love. Because Czar Kuzmich doesn't just claim wives. He owns them. And Zariah has no idea what it means to belong to a man like him.