"Look at me.Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face...slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk curving my mouth...and then lowered myself onto his lap. His jaw flexed. Hard. Eyes burning into mine like he wanted to snap my neck. Cute. I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his, my voice low and sugary, the kind of soft that slices deeper than yelling ever could. "I don't give a fuck who you are... what you do... what you own..." My gaze dropped to his holster. "...or that little toy gun you carry around like an accessory." His brows tightened-just a twitch-but it was enough to make me smile wider. I dragged a single nail down his chest, slow. Then whispered in his ear: "It'll be a cold day in hell, Mr. Grey...before I ever allow you to fuck me."

Arabella has always protected her kids, Leo and six-year-old Gracie, raising them on her own. Then Roman enters their lives-mysterious, magnetic, and impossible to ignore. Through laughter, stolen moments, and family chaos, Arabella discovers that love doesn't have to be perfect to be real. With Roman by their side, her little family finally feels complete.

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.

I can feel my tears dripping on his chest, and he begins to massage his hands through my curly hair, his touch tender. He starts to speak, his voice a low, dark murmur. "When I saw you four years ago, before you left, you were so beautiful, so talented. And you Still are, yet so damaged, needing someone, anyone really, to talk to, to really understand your pain. But even then, I knew you would be mine. My wife, the mother of my kids. I'll give you the world Amira.....The world . The family you really wish you had. But the next time you allow another woman or man to touch you, you'll be the one who's putting a bullet through their head." "Do you understand me, baby?" I nod my head. Nikolai smacks my bruised ass yet again, the sting sending a jolt of pain through me. I yell out, "Yes, I understand!" He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me in a possessive embrace. "Khoroshaya devochka." (Good girl.) He murmurs. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour. I want to taste my pussy again."

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, crossing my hands in front of me as a shield. He chuckled darkly. Not bothering to listen to anything I just said and ignoring my actions, he brought his hands to my face. "And tell me, what are you gonna do?" he says as he roughly grabbed my chin. "I...I..." I paused, not knowing what to say. I can't do anything, can I? My silence caused another dark chuckle to leave his lips, However, Silence lingered in the air only for a second for it was soon broken by the shocking words that left his mouth. "Listen to me and listen clear..." he says, grabbing my attention again. "If want to touch you...I can. If I want to bend that ass of yours over and spank it...I can" he paused, tightening his grip on my chin. "and if I want to f**k the sh*t out of you...I can." My eyes went wide at his words. "And you know why?" he asked as he finally lets go of my chin. And with my body now pressed hard to the wall behind me, he tightly wrapped his fingers around my neck. The tension in the air suddenly became hot. Shivers ran down my spine as he abruptly leaned in, bringing his mouth to my earlobe. "Because I f**king own you" . . . Hazel was kidnapped and brought to an auction to be sold to whosoever buys her. Luckily she was bought by Stephan, a Mafia leader, instead of the man that had made her life miserable. She did felt a little better and thought that things couldn't get worst than being sold to a Mafia leader, but she was wrong! She now wants freedom and the only way she is going to get it is by marring A Mafia and baring his child. But with all that's going on, can she handle all of this? Can she handle being mistreated? Can she handle the pain she will be faced with? Is she even strong enough to survive in his world? ⚠️MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ And this book is SLOWER than my other books!!! You've been warned!

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

Boris Petrova, the ruthless Don of Russia, saves Anya and her sister from a fate worse than death. But when his eyes meet Anya's, something dark stirs within him-a need, an obsession he can't ignore. His control slips, replaced by a dangerous hunger. Anya Moreno, a simple café worker, is overwhelmed by thoughts of him, unable to explain the pull she feels. The moment Boris entered her life, everything changed. Now, not just her life, but her family's, is entwined in his dangerous world. The danger isn't coming-it's already here. ~ Boris had me pinned face down on the table, my cheek pressed hard against the cold surface. His hands gripped my ass so tightly it bordered on pain-but the sting only made me wetter, made me crave him more. I had fantasized about this moment endlessly, even in my sleep, imagining every way he might punish me. The thought had consumed me, left me aching and needy, wondering if something was wrong with me for wanting it so badly. He leaned over me, his chest pressing me harder against the table, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cold surface beneath me. His breath ghosted over my ear, hot and taunting. "You want to be punished, Anya?" he asked, his voice low, rough, and commanding. I whimpered, nodding weakly, my body writhing beneath him, desperate for more of his touch. His chuckle was dark, a sound that sent another rush of heat through me. "Words," he growled, his grip tightening on my ass. "I want to hear you say it." "Yes," I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with need. "I want it. I want you to punish me." "Good girl," he whispered, his tone dripping with satisfaction. He pulled back just enough to bring his hand down hard on my ass again, the sharp smack reverberating through the room. I cried out, the sting making my hips roll back against him, seeking the friction of his cock pressed firmly against me.

BOOK ON HOLD-- writers block 😔 𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.