When you are bartending, substituting for a friend and a frat boy slides you a fifty, hoping you'll spend a night with him. Instead of going completely feral which would be the most expected outcome and understandably so. You tell him your boyfriend just arrived. So you saunter your butt in tight black jeans up to a tall dark and dangerous, asking him to be your pretend boyfriend. The inked grump stares down at you but acts like he hasn't heard your request so mortified beyond belief, you are about to slink back to the bar. That's when he moves. He grasps you by the belt loop of the jeans and tugs you close and goes ahead to then then kiss the breath out of you. You are so consumed by this stranger that when you hear his companion chuckle, you pull away, embarrassment coating your cheeks red. The man let's you go and says, "he's gone." You head back to the bar and a regular, aka your bestfriend stops you and asks, "Do you have any idea who you just kissed? " ***** And that ladies and gentlemen is how I met HIM, My saviour. MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ Violence Sexual Abuse Most of my chapters contain triggering content. Don't read if you are faint of heart.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 with emotional touch... ❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to fuck Doll.❞ Since childhood, her heart bloomed untouched-too pure to sense the poison in his veins. She was a fragile light; he, a sinner in shadows. With every cruel glance and twisted word, he drew her into his flames, aiming to ruin not just her body, but the soul he had already claimed. "D-Don't touch me..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Her warm brown eyes shimmered with dread, confusion, and grief as she pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run. He stepped closer, like a predator, his eyes gleaming darkness. "Don't?" he echoed with a cruel smile, brushing a finger across her cheek-soft, delicate...terrifying. "But you called me in your sleep, little doll. Whispered my name like a prayer. You belong to me more than your own name does." His fingers tangled in her hair, exposing her throat. Leaned in, his breath ghosted her ear as his next words tore into her soul. "You were made to be mine. My pain, my pleasure, my toy to ruin." "No-" she gasped, but he silenced her with a dark chuckle. "Shh. Don't speak unless I make you beg." Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his grip rough yet controlling. "Think I'm a monster?" he asked, his voice velvety and menacing. She nodded faintly, tears spilling, lips trembling. He smirked darkly, leaning in close enough for her to taste his madness. "Let me show you how monstrous I can be." His hand slid down her body, claiming her cruelly. Every touch burned like a brand, her tear-streaked face twisted in horror and surrender. "Tonight, little doll...you'll beg. You'll forget what freedom feels like." Just before her resistance shattered, he whispered against her lips: "You are not mine because I love you. You're mine because no one else is allowed to even dream of you." She was his Sin, He was her Sinner. And Sin had never tasted so bitterly beautiful.

"No one can touch her but me" -Xavier Greys Paisley Thomas she's a good girl to heart she has never done anything in her life she doesn't party with her crazy friends till one night she goes to a club by force Xavier Greys he is the man every women wish to be with handsome and rich he owns multiple company chains he's almost the whole package But one thing he's is the big boss to a mafia what happens when the two meet and she wants nothing to do with him but he wants everything to do with her Warning short chapters Complete: Oct 2015

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."