Hi, this is just a short story I'm working through.. It's about the encounters between a girl and extremely possessive not so ex boyfriend... Kinda lacking a bit of back story because ummm. He is still obsessed with her and she is still craving him. *Please don't mind the spelling mistakes and bad grammar I've tried to eliminate most of them* !!Also both characters are of legal age and consented to engaging in the sexual acts written!!

Elena will do anything to save her very ill mother from dying. She has no choice but to plead for help from her wealthy ruthless grandfather, who brutally disowned her mother for marrying a poor man. Her grandfather agreed to help. In one cruel condition - she has to marry the powerful Greek billionaire, Adonis Stavrakos. Adonis is breathtaking in every way - gorgeous as sin and has a devastating effect on women. BUT Elena hates him. He's as cruel and ruthless as her grandfather. His rules are the laws, and must be obeyed. His strict order. The bride must wear white... Driven with contempt, she rebelled and walked down the aisle in all BLACK - like attending her own funeral. ***** Another redhead beauty that will give many headaches to our sexy billionaire hero. Let's have fun together, as we witness Adonis and Elena's journey in finding true love.

A fit husband who is a businessman. A plussize wife who runs a cake shop in their house. He is stone cold. She is soft. This is their love story. THIS STORY ONLY AND SOLELY BELONGS TO ME !!! ANY FORM OF PLAGARISM WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED !! DON'T COPY MY PLOTS !! I WON'T TAKE THEM EASILY !!

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.