"The Mafia Boss and His Angel" Valentina Vernández is an pure perfection. She has brown wavy hair, juicy plump lips, marvelous body. Although her life isn't devine as it seems to be. Lorenzo Martino is an sexy mysterious Italian. He has everything, however one thing is missing in his perilous life. The perfect woman, which he doesn't believe exist. |MATURE CONTENT|

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

"What do you want, seriously." I sighed resting my hands on my hips, looking into her eyes as were at eye level with her in heels and me without. "You." "More like you need a good fuck, don't you?" I twisted her answer, her eyes widening slightly at my blunt tone but she quickly hid her reaction even though her eyes briefly dropped before meeting mine again. **** Confident, sharp, and in control, Camille has never struggled to manage her responsibilities-or her appetite. As head of security in one of the most powerful Syndicates in Uganda, she handles threats and physical 'needs' with the same efficiency. But everything shifts when a new recruit walks in: bold, magnetic, and absolutely off-limits. Camille doesn't mix with subordinates. She has rules. And yet, she can't stop watching her. The woman is like an angel-if angels came wrapped in traps and lies. Camille is drawn in, unaware that she's the library of information this angel needs for her ulterior motives. A web is already being spun around her, and by the time she realizes it, she's caught. Will she cut herself free-or go down tangled in love and betrayal?

Nova a 18 year old girl who's carrying more weight on her shoulders then most will ever carry in their life. A troubled home life and an insecure mind she just craves some safety and an escape from the life she's been living. She's already battling her horrible home life, insomnia which ultimately means she's struggling in school. To throw it into the mix she has a new strict English teacher who she thinks will be the worst thing to ever happen to her. She didn't realise how wrong she was. Aurora jones a 28 year old English teacher who doesn't let anything slide past her. Late? Don't come at all assignment not done? Not her problem. She seems cold and reckless but it's soon about to all change. She doesn't do relationships, never has. But what else can you do when you find yourself looking at your student maybe a little too often.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

Their first meeting? A disaster. An auction in Paris. One look. One insult. And an immediate, mutual decision- i hate that fucker. ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟʏɴ ʟᴀᴜʀᴇɴᴛ-French mafia princess, sharp-tongued, reckless, and impossible to control, has never met a man she couldn't outtalk, outplay, or walk away from. Until him. ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴᴏ ᴅᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴀ -Italy's future Don, cold, ruthless, and used to getting exactly what he wants, has never met a woman who didn't know her place. And that's about to change. They hated each other at first sight. And second. And third.... Every encounter worse than the last. Every word sharper. Every glance a challenge. So walking away should've been easy. It would have been... If their families hadn't already decided otherwise. Because in their world, love doesn't matter. Power does. And now, bound by a mafia alliance marriage, two enemies are forced into a union neither of them wants. Where hatred simmers, tension burns, and every fight feels a little too close to something dangerously unfamiliar. But being enemies isn't their only problem. The Serbs are watching. Waiting. And more than ready to tear their alliance and their marriage apart. The question isn't whether they'll fall for each other. It's whether they'll survive long enough to figure it out. ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ.

Aarav Malhotra has always been first easily until in seventh standard, Ruhi Sinha barges in his life and challenges every living cell of his body. Ruhi Sinha, the overachiever, only thrives for one thing. Being the best. And she was until she switched schools and met the dark cloud-Aarav Malhotra. They can't stand each other but this never ending game of first and second going on for four years takes a new turn in high school. A rollercoaster ride which only brings chaos and them closer-which obviously they both don't want but can't resist either.

1St in #possesive 1ST in #abuse 1ST in #arrangedmarriage 1ST in #hatelove 1ST in #rich 1ST in #tortured The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. "Caelum please!" She begged him but he ignored her as he walked through the corridors and into the bedroom. And threw her on the bed. While she was busy recovering her breath, he threw his coat on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. "W-what are y-you doing?" she asked. Her face paler than paper. "Exactly what married couples do, love." He said dropping the shirt on the floor, His voice so full of viciousness that she almost choked on them. She dragged herself back on the bed sobbing, "no.." He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards himself. He crawled on top of her. He looked into her terrified eyes and whispered, "You make me do terrible things, my dear Rose." He wiped a stray tear from her chin before grabbing it. "I will bruise your lip and scar your knees and love you too hard.." he brushed his lips on hers, "I will destroy you. And when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after humans." ........................... Rosette never had an easy life, and after the death of her mother, when she thought things couldn't get worse, her life started going fully downhill. She was tortured beyond repair in her own house. She could only dream of being loved. She dreamed of getting married and finally breaking free from all these cages, but fate had other plans for her. Her life going totally downhill, turned upside down when she was married to the biggest business tycoon in the city. Will this marriage totally wreck her? Would the promise of love be fulfilled? Would she ever be able to break free?.... Read the story to know :) Cover by ~ @__AK__WRITES Note: This story contains sexual and violent content.

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||