The most feared person in the city, Mason Venetti meets his sisters best friend Olive Jones. The two face unyielding times from the moment they meet. Will she fall for the likes of him and his world filled with violence and death? Or will she walk away? ______________________________________________________________________________ ********** Warning! ********** Use of guns, violence, mature themes, abuse and strong language. Reader discretion advised. ______________________________________________________________________________ ** PREVIEW OF THEMES BELOW ** I turn around and he's completely naked. His c**k stares at me, his well hung, pretty c**k, looks directly at me. I look up to see him moving closer. As he approaches the edge of the pool, he dives in. He swims the entire length of the pool without taking a breath and as he reaches the other side, he swiftly pulls himself out of the water and is standing there naked. Naked and wet. "Do you just casually invite strangers to skinny dip?" I ask him with sarcasm in my tone. "Only ones who make my c**k hard." He replies, not missing a beat. Well, okay then. He is obviously very confident. He walks over to me, water dripping off his body. "Enjoy the pool." He smirks, grabs a towel that was on one of the sun chairs, wraps it around his bottom half and walks back inside. ___________________________________________ This is the first book I have written, so please be kind :)

"I'm not marrying him." her voice didn't shake-but her hands did. Her father didn't look up from his desk. Mahogany. Imported. Paid for in blood. "You don't have a choice." She laughed once. Sharp. Disbelieving. "You're serious?" He finally met her eyes. "he has agreed to the alliance," he said calmly. "The wedding is in three weeks." Her stomach dropped. The man people whispered about. The man whose name shut rooms up. The man even her father never crossed. "I don't even know him," she said. "That's the point."

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

"𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙞𝙨" "You feel that?" I growled, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. "That's me, love. Deep in your guts, where I belong." My hands gripped her thighs hard, thumbs digging into her flesh as I pounded up into her - relentless, brutal,deliciously dirty. Her head lolled back against the tiles, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. "Ram... oh my god... I-I can't-" "Yes, you can," I snarled. "You're going to take it. Take all of me." I angled my hips, and she screamed, nails clawing into my shoulders. Her ass slapped against me with every movement, the wet sound obscene in the echoing bathroom. Smack. I spanked her mid-thrust, her soft flesh jiggling in my grip. She yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her wild. "This ass..."I growled, spanking her again, "was made to bounce on my cock." She whimpered, completely unraveled. "Ram, you're-insane-ahh, too deep-" "Good. I want you ruined." I leaned close, voice a filthy whisper in her ear. "I want my cum dripping out of you when you walk." "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨-𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨" She was a doctor who saved lives. He was a mafia who took lives. He was war. She was peace. He was battle, She was surrender. He was sin, She was redemption. He was the risk, She was the reward.

! Ｄｉｓｃｌａｉｍｅｒ! THIS STORY INCLUDES MANY MATURE SCENES, so please read at your own risk. And yes, there is an age gap. PLSSS vote if you enjoy chapters 👍 ALSO, I'm aware there are some grammar errors- if you let me know in a comment, I will fix it :) . Also don't believe there's a plot to this story 🤷‍♀️. ALL pictures used are from Pinterest (There's a good few more characters added along the way, so it might take a while to be too know who's who.) ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 75,000 (73,883) ♡︎ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ♡︎ When Elaine doesn't finish her assignment for Mr. Madisette's class, he keeps her behind. He doesn't offer help with her work, but he does offer help for something else that's been on her mind.

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

"Fuck me Grayson. Show me how bad you want me. Show me that I belong to you and not any other man. Show me that no other man can bring me the pleasure like you do. Fuck me against this car Grayson", I pleaded. "You're drunk", he said. "It's always an excuse, it's as if you don't want to fuck me. If you don't it's fine, I'll find someone who will. You're a bitch", I said. His hand came straight to my throat and his gun to my head. Why wasn't I afraid. Why did I want him to fuck me there with his gun to my head? "You want me to fuck you, that's it", he questioned. I nodded like crazy, I was like a desperate child. Grayson took his gun and dragged it from my head to my breast down my belly until it reached underneath my dress and touched my clothed pussy. It hit the spot where I wanted him the most. He pushed my panty aside before thrusting his gun into me. I could only hope the safety was on, this was dangerous, that I knew but I didn't care, I didn't mine. I'd want him to fuck me with a knife to my throat. Grayson did something to me and I had no idea what it was but he created a sub, he created a mini monster of himself and now he had to deal with it. "Oh fuck-I'm gonna cum", I was a moaning mess. "Oh fuck, you're such a whore. You want me so bad that you'll settle for my gun", he grinned. "I'm cumming Grayson", I was on the brick of my orgasm, I needed it badly or so help me I was gonna combust. I was sexually frustrated the entire time because no matter what. Grayson refused to fuck me. "Oh no baby, you can't expect to be a brat and cum when you like. You'll cum when I say so", he pulled his gun out of me. Keep reading to find out what happens next and what happens on this journey with Athena and Grayson.

꧁༺ ⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠︎༻꧂ this story contains: ♡ explicit sex scenes ♡ age gap relationship (17 years apart) ♡ daddy title kink ♡ vulgar language ♡ mafia & organized crime ♡ premonitions + spirituality read responsibly, babes ♡ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Damianos doesn't do love. He barely does attachment. Successful, disciplined, and carved from the darker parts of the world he runs, romance isn't even a blip on his radar... until he crosses paths with a girl who shouldn't matter. Azuri - green‑amber eyes, soft voice, and a life she's finally getting together - isn't looking for trouble. But trouble arrives anyway, wrapped in a tailored suit and answering to the name of her best friend's uncle. He's older. He's dangerous. He's everything she should avoid. And yet... she wants him. Badly. In ways she can't explain and shouldn't admit. He wasn't supposed to notice her. She wasn't supposed to want him. But some connections don't ask permission - they just pull. And once they collide, neither of them walks away untouched.

❝There you go again...❞ he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ❝Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ❞ Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical therapist living in the sunshine of Miami, is known for a delicate touch and dedication to her patients. Yet all the darkness that lies beneath her structured life is slowly unveiled when she's assigned to care for a mysterious patient recovering from complications of a severe injury. Unbeknownst to her, the patient is Aiden Accardi, the calculating and ruthless leader of the Accardi Crime Family, big players with decades of influence in the city. When Aiden invites Sophie to leave her public practice to work with him privately, she is suddenly entrenched into the viscious nature of the crime underworld. Her delicate touch becomes her very own weapon against the cold mafia leader, igniting a dangerous game. A game that has her in the hands of an insatiable man. © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) ⚠mature content #1 in #enemiestolovers - 01/12/2025 #4 in #romance - 10/03/2025 #17 in #darkromance - 03/26/2025

Author's Note: This story is officially submitted to the Watty Awards 2025! Thanks for reading - your support would mean the world to me💛 WARNING: Mature Themes The heart wants what it wants - even when it shouldn't. Tiffany's had a long-time crush on Brent, her mom's much-younger brother. At just four years older than her, he's more like a mysterious, off-limits best friend than an actual uncle. When her parents leave the country and she's sent to live with Brent for a month, everything changes. Flirtation turns to tension. Boundaries blur. And soon, they're both falling into dangerous territory neither of them expected. Will desire win out, or will their connection be too taboo to survive?