"Aesira," he drew out. "Damon." I said his name back. "If you wear this again tomorrow I promise you I won't hesitate to rip it off your body," he said seriously, I couldn't tell if he was joking. "You wouldn't" I narrowed my eyes "Oh but blue... I would" he leaned forward bringing his face closer to mine and his hand drawing along my leg. I bit my lip once again that I was sure it would bleed, "fuck you" I whispered breathlessly. He pulled away so he could look me better in the eyes but still near my face. His lips twitched up into a devilish smirk. "Not yet..." TW: mature language, sexual content, abuse, death/murder, mental illnesses, sexual assault Defiance; bold disobedience Young unemployed Aesira has no idea what is in store for her at her new job. She expects nothing less then good money and nice people, instead Aesira finds herself dealing with Damon Perez- a hard headed, devilishly handsome, playboy who seeks nothing but pleasure-well seeked-he found himself not able to stay away. He's known to be the craziest man in the underground world because of his irrational decision making and the inability to keep his emotions under control. Aesira finds herself craving this man and the sensual desire that he brings, she tried running away in fears of being hurt again but Damon won't stop trying, he won't give up, not until she is his. A dark love story

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold

"You went through hell these past few weeks, so let me take you to heaven and make it all up for you, my love." ᯽᯽᯽ Audrey Garcia, daughter of the Spanish Mafia's leader, is a strong and bold women who won't hesitate to fight back. No man scares her, and she puts her missions first. She never lets a man get in her way of succeeding in her missions and take her entire focus but that all changes when it comes to her biggest enemy. Carlos Del Rosso, son of the Italian Mafia's leader, never fails to use his attractiveness against Audrey and distract her to get what he wants. He uses his charming acts to his advantage during missions against her. They are both two enemies, but with the same goal. To take down the French mafia, before they are the ones being taken down. But will it be easy to pull off when everyone is grieving the losses of their loved ones they lost? Or when the apparent enemies are constantly lost on their feelings they have towards eachother? Or while families and friends betray eachother? ᯽᯽᯽ check out my other accounts: • spotify: saturdacy • tiktok: saturdacy • pinterest: saturdacyy ᯽᯽᯽ All rights reserved © Audrey Del Rosso © saturdacy 2023

[A dark mafia romance] In the great cosmic shit-show we call the justice system, there's the law... and then there's the counterweight. Forget Lady Justice, that blindfolded hack. She's just the statue out front. The real work, the greasing of the gears, that's done by a different kind of broad altogether. They've got a name for her: "The Dirty Lawyer". And let's be clear, they're not wrong. But to the six sons-of-bitches currently fertilizing a pine box forest, she's just Frank. See, Frankie operates on a different docket; a personal one: a list of names belonging to the pricks who turned her family into a memory. And she's been working her way down that list, real methodical-like. That was the plan, anyway. Then - he - had to show up and complicate the goddamn scenery. Hector Pierce. The society pages call him a businessman, a philanthropist. What they don't print is his real trade. The man is an artist whose medium is fear, and whose brush is a straight razor. The man has one rule: family. It's not a suggestion, it's a religion. So when a slick attorney with a death wish and a killer pair of legs starts sniffing around his family, she stops being a nuisance and becomes a problem. And Hector Pierce... he's a goddamn problem-solver. He looked her right in those two barrels of doom she calls eyes and promised to burn her world down to the foundation. And she should want to put a bullet right between his principled, stupidly gorgeous eyes. But his loyalty... that deep, caveman, "I'd-kill-for-my-blood" loyalty... it's a fucking distraction. To Hector, Frankie isn't just a threat. She's a lawyer who can argue a case on Monday and dispose of a body on Tuesday. Beautiful in a way that should be illegal. He's decided he's making her his. It's not a question of if, but a question of when the hell she would stop fighting him on it. [Book 2 in the Sins of the City series.]

𝟏𝟖+ She was passion incarnate - the forbidden fruit. He was everything she ever dreamed of. Together they made magic. But even though forbidden things have a secret charm, breaking the rules comes at a price. Especially when people start disappearing left and right and you don't know who to trust anymore... * 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 This story contains mature themes, including, but not limited to: explicit sex scenes and references, the use of profanity, the mention and use of drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

⚠️18+⚠️ *I added smut, heavy smut* Disclaimer-I started this when I was eleven, almost twelve so this is in need of heavy editing and definitely not my best book compared to my others. Dario DaVino-Ruthless, cold, bloodthirsty, mafia boss and a little bit of a psycho. The most handsome man you'll ever lay eyes on and the man you'll never have. He thinks relationships and love are a waste of time. Women only want him for his money and his body. Kingston Cruz-Calculated, intelligent, blood thirsty, lawyer, and most definitely a psycho. The most beautiful woman you'll ever lay eyes on and the woman you'll never have. She thinks no man can handle her. Men only want her for her money. No not her body, because she is as flat as the line on her victims heart monitor.

Special thanks to @swannluvr for the cover!! -------------- 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 ❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞ Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler brother, by her own father after the loss of her mother. Forced to sleep with men every other night to keep her brother safe from the brothel's caretaker who would beat him for her mistakes. She knew no happiness, she knew no joy except her brother. And when an opportunity of his freedom presents itself to her, she happily leapt at the prospect. Even though she would have to give up the tiny sliver left of hers. ***************************** ❝𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. ❞ Vincenzo (Viper) Romano. Don of the Italian crime family and leader of the Romano empire. A dangerous man with a fiery temper, known to destroy his competitors and annihilate his foes in cold blood. Cold, cruel, and calculative. Those were the words he lived by. There was no room for remorse, regret, or romance in his world. Those three had almost broken him in the past. During a conducted arson at one of his foes' trafficking auction, where Renata was almost sold, she is brought into his world accidentally, with no way out. At first he detested her. It greatly pissed him off that she'd survived and he avoided her, vowing not to have anything to do with one of his enemies's whores. But how long can he resist her innocence, her smile, the torture her pain caused to his heart that he refused to acknowledge?

Sloan. 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen. At the age of 2 Sloan was kidnapped from her family by her father's second in command and taken to Spain. He was psychotic and was obsessed with Sloan from birth. Till the age of 10 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Sloan knew he was never her father, she never believed him even when he punished her for saying so. He died a slow death, killed by his enemies, leaving Sloan in foster care. Where she is immediately adopted by a man and woman, who have no real good intentions. They thought they could be push overs to the 10-year-old, but after 8 years of abuse she has had enough. She learns to fight, meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention. The D'Aboville's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a trusted mafia member. They've looked for years always coming up empty handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that the said trusted member was killed, but they heard nothing about their daughter. Thinking she died with him or long before, they call off their search. Only to get a call 7 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive. NOT EDITED and in dire need of it. DISCLAIMER: Strong language, sexual content and violence.

"Please," I whisper. "Please what?" There was no mercy on his face not even amusement. "Make me come." The belt still between my legs, If he moves just a little faster, Im there. He kisses me again, keeping his rhythm. "Theres only one way to get It." He hummed. Silence fills the room and I shudder against the belt, remembering what he said first. "You want to break me." I nearly sobbed out. "I've already broken you." His eyes are like trickling fire, a light brown with specks of green In them. "Now, I'll put you back together." He's right, I can't think of anything else. "Please-Please spank me to an orgasm." It's not normal, It's not healthy to need this badly. If he doesn't stop this. I'll die. Only raising the belt slightly higher than before, he lets loose on the belt, harder than before. The lashes come one after another, dead center, shooting spirals of sharp pain. Im jolting with each strike. 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐤! I loved It, I needed It. ⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟ Adora is an assassin consumed by the desire to avenge her father's death. For years, she's searched in vain for his killer, haunted by the memories of that tragic day. But when she meets Enzo, everything changes. Mr. Grey, a powerful and intimidating figure, becomes her boss-and soon, a pivotal part of her life. Together, they navigate through danger, betrayal, and passion, until the shocking truth unfolds. "It's all an illusion." ⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟ This is my first time writing a story like this, and I truly hope you enjoy it! I'd love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to share them. Just a heads-up: I don't include warnings for mature content, so expect a little mystery in each chapter!