Arny x Reader (mostly smut) Please read the Disclaimer and chapter guide before continuing! This story contains mature scenes with elements of BDSM. The Chapter Guide gives a summary of the chapter and gives you a chance to check for potentially triggering subjects and words before reading.

"You need to wake up Y/N" "You need to wake up!" "You don't get it do you...." "WAKE UP" Y/N shot up from the bed. Heart racing and drenched in sweat. "Hey" a hand touches her shoulder and she jumps. She looks over her shoulder to see a pair of soft brown eyes. "I'm okay Arny" she mutters. "It was just a dream" There is smut in this story on Chapters 3 and 7 so if you are under 18 please skip those. ILY

Lily Wilson moved to London when she is 16 to attend boarding school after a tragedy strikes. Now at the age of 21, Lily moves back to Boston where she crosses paths with the most dangerous man. Travis Caine.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."