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.

'Sometimes the DARKNESS you fear IS the LIGHT you seek' //MATURE CONTENT// A MAFIA ROMANCE Ranked: #1 bwwm #1 polyamory #1 bisexual #1 wmbw #1 blackgirl #1 russian #1 drugs #1 emotional #1 dominance #1 mmf #1 b×g×b #1 interracial #1 italian #1 agegap #2 daddy #2 mafia romance #2 dark romance -Guys, before you begin reading I just want you to know that there will be triggering content in this book. Read at your own risk. *Please note that if this story is plagiarized by anyone. I will not hesitate to take legal actions against you. If you are reading this story anywhere else, please report it. The book can only be found on this app.

Danica Woods is your average girl next door, she's focused on college while making moves for her chosen career path. The one night she chooses to let loose and act her age she gets way more than she could've ever wanted in the form of a tall white demanding man named Matteo Mancini. Matteo Mancini goes by his own rules and takes what he wants when he wants it. Danica is exactly what he wants and he doesn't care what she has to say about it. Matteo has more baggage than baggage claim and poor Danica is just trying to survive in his messed up world. Welcome to the world of chaos and just maybe love. Highest Ranking: #8 in BWWM #8 in Vampire #3 in Mob

*Mature BWWM* Bellamy Dupont has had a crush on Nikolai Semenov ever since he came from Russia. Nikolai has always resented her at times. When Nikolai moves back to Russia, ten-year-old Bellamy is devastated. After thirteen years, Nikolai returns, and she's arranged to marry him. Of course, her feelings towards him have never changed, only matured and proceed with caution. But is she ready to take on the big brute who won't confess any feelings at all and forget about the reason for the marriage in the first place? *Preview* "I fucking told you. Stop calling me your fucking bro. I'm not your fucking bro." He climbs on top of me as I laugh my shit off, making it worse for me. But I can't stop laughing. I've been calling him bro for the past two hours, his reactions are so funny, and now I've got myself fucked up cause he parked the bus and yanked me off my chair. "Stop fucking laughing." I cover my mouth, trying to stop. "I'm sorry...bro." I swear I see Nikolai's vein pop. "Strip." I stop laughing. "Excuse me?" Nikolai sneers. "I said strip." I cup my ear. "Bro, I can't hear-" Nikolai rips my shirt open, knowing full well it was my favorite one. First, it was my favorite pair of panties. Now, it's my favorite shirt. ~~~~~~~~ *33 chapters- three extra chapters I promise you the story is better than this lame excuse for a blurb. Cover by: @meha-k Whole story word count: 52,472 *EDITED TO A READABLE STATE 😉 (feel free to comment about the French and Russian mistakes I made. I know GT isn't reliable sometimes) 🔥 is the mature chapters 🥇 #2 in funnymomments 100k Reads on 7/16/22 150ᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏɴ 7/25/22 200k Reads on 8/6/22 250k Reads on 8/25/22 300k Reads on 10/2/22 400k reads on 12/17/22 500k reads on 3/24/23

(BWWM) "You fucking asshole. Just who do you think you are!" I gave him an open handed slap across the face. He glared at me stunned, It was clear that no one has ever checked him on his bullshit before. I was honored to be the first one. "I want to go home!" I screamed. Jonas looked down at me and rubbed the spot on his cheek I just slapped. "Tell me why I shouldn't snap your neck right here and right now?" He said tauntingly. My adrenaline was kicking in. I should be afraid of him but I wasn't. "Do it then." I challenged him. "Snap my neck. Kill me. I've been here for three days and you and your men haven't done shit! All I hear is threats. You are all talk no action." I angrily shoved his chest. Jonas took a couple of steps backwards and stared at me. I could not read his face. "You are free to go. I have no need for you any longer." He smirked. ________________________________________ Cypress Belmont had a tough start in life jumping from foster home to foster home. She is now a 23 year old bartender trying to make ends meet. One night she meets a peculiar women who suggest an indecent proposal, that lead her to meet Russian Billionaire Jonas Dominik and her world is flipped upside down. Jonas Dominik is a ruthless mobster who was raised to show no emotion and to kill. After meeting Cypress he cannot keep his mind off of her. The more he learns about Cypress the more chaos that ensues between them. [Published - April 25, 2022] [Completed - August 8, 2022]

It was simple. He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend. Now there is no going back. I'm his wife now and he is my husband His Donna. My Don. * * * * "I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he declared. I snake my arms around his neck as his hands found their rightful place on my ass. "Do you promise?"

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

{𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.} on hold "𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚." 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 "𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐞𝐲𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 "𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. | # 7 in period July 29| | #5 in crimeboss July 29 | |#1 in

Jazmine is snatched into a world of supernaturals when she is kidnapped by her mate himself. But this mate of hers not only is a werewolf, but has Alpha blood who's possessive and radiates dominance. He snatches her into his world of howling, growling, animalistic beings that are feared by many. The question is...can she run from it?