Peach McCoy It's fun to dance with the devil until he drops you during a leap. At first, I'd thought this devil was none other than the Don of the Russian Bratva, Viktor Makarovich. He was hunting me down for hacking into his mafia's secret network and knowing a little too much about his little illegal fraternity. He caught me, I escaped and this was the dance I thought would get me killed but someone wants us both dead now. The beat of the music has changed and we have to dance together and not against each other if we want to find the guilty party and be alive to tell the tale. There's something about Viktor that lights a spark in me I thought was long gone. The thing is, what I wish we could have cannot happen while we move to what might be the end of our song. I'm smart and I can figure out how to hack into anything I want but for some reason... I only want to know The Code To A Don's Heart. Viktor Makarovich I was just supposed to track down a hacker. It was my way to get away from the Bratva for a while because since my dad and older brother were dead, the mafia was mine. I didn't want it. I just wanted to hunt, kill and protect under someone else's rule but... things have changed. The woman I thought I was going to kill somehow became my only accomplice. Someone wants me- us- dead and I'm sure I know who but the deeper I dig into the affairs of what is now my Bratva, the more unsure I become. The connection I feel to Peach isn't helping. For the first time in what seems like forever, I'm more focused on keeping her alive than myself. She challenges me, pushes me to my limits and being around her is more of a high than I've ever felt on a hunt. She doesn't know it but that great mind of hers, in her words, is finding The Code To A Don's Heart.

'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.' |18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass. ❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes looking at him through the mirror, legs trembling and pussy throbbing. ❝Yes Belle, ask for forgiveness because we're doing this all night.❞ And he enters me. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Annabelle Alvarez tries her best to hide her low self esteem under her bubbly and perfectionist personality. Having one rule in life which is to stay out of trouble and avoid any unnecessary attention, she seems to re-consider it when she comes crashing down on the shoe of Grey Blackwell. ... Grey Blackwell is the CEO of the Blackwell industries and one of the richest bachelors in the country. He doesn't exhibit any weaknesses or fear, displays no emotion and definitely doesn't express love because well, he has no intention of doing so but Belle made him aware of how bright life is. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Known as the girl who got pregnant for a stranger as a teenager, she grew up to be a fierce and independent woman. But behind her outer appearance, hides a betrayed and lonely girl. Grey Blackwell just storms his way into her life, crashing all the walls it took years to build up. He's someone who never found love and she's someone who gave up on love. They might feel like strangers but when skeletons start to creep out, they both realize their relationship goes way back. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝What do you want?❞ I ask taking a step back. ❝You.❞ His lips comes crashing down on mine as he cages me to the wall. ❝I'm going to fuck the hatred out of you Belle.❞ ❝Then try me, Grey.❞ ━━━━━━

"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline. "Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add. "Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies. *** Anastasia Levkin has recently taken the title of Donna of the Russian mafia after her father died. No one knows she exists, let alone is the most feared and deadliest assassin in the world and the new queen of the Russians. When Anastasia goes on a mission to infiltrate the Italian mafia, she believes it will be an easy task - get caught, lie her way into the Italian mafia and destroy them. Simple right? Except things don't always go according to plan. When Vincenzo Medici, the Don of the Italian mafia, catches Anastasia in his warehouse, he falls into her trap and accepts her into his mafia. Using her as an asset... but is that really all she is to him? The question stands: Will blood always run thicker than water? Or are there exceptions? The more time she spends with Vincenzo and his family, the more difficult her decision becomes. *** *Book 1 of the Medici series* BEING RE-WRITTEN #1 in Mafia (21/03/22) #1 in Humour (22/03/22) #1 in Gun (22/03/22) #4 in Romance (21/03/22) #1 in MafiaRomance (08/04/22) #1 in Don (17/04/22) #7 in Funny (15/11/22) #1 in Assassin (22/02/23) #1 in Violence (26/04/23) #5 in Betrayal (25/01/24) #1 in Plottwist (21/05/24) #1 in Guns (09/02/25)

[Enemies to lovers] [Forbidden romance] "W-wh-what are you doing", she stammers, eyeing me up and down when I approach her and I notice how her breathing started to get heavy. "I won't hurt you." "I know!", she exclaims, pouting. "But, tell me why are you so...", she sucks a breath, "close? Do you want to hug me?" I don't. I want to kiss you. "You know I hate hugs", she lies, shaking her head. I scoff, shaking my head, too, while tugging her hair behind her ear, and her gaze falls on my big palm placed on her little ear. "I know you do like them. You liked the last one." "Hmm", she hums. "I can say it wasn't that bad. But, I'm still not a fan of them." "This time, I....", I trail off, my eyes falling on her lips that she keeps pouting. "This time I want to do something else. Something more..." "More...?" She presses. "More intimate," I admit, afraid of her reaction. "Y-you wanna kiss me?" "Yeah, I do, Esther. I'm dying to kiss you", I admit. ☆☆☆ He was a helper, but she didn't want to be helped. He was doing to help, to fix, but all she did was break, ruin and destroy. Sebastian Tomlinson is a 26-year-old therapist that specialized in psychiatry before others and became the most successful doctor in the country. Though, instead of being a private therapist and earning more money, he chose to work in the basic hospital where anyone can reach for his help. But he has demons on his own that no one knows about, so can he help himself as much he can help others? Esther Larsson is a 20-year-old woman who has both trust and anger issues since she was a child. She hates people, and everything around her, but she's okay with it. Until one day her path crosses with Sebastian who wants nothing more than to help her overcome the fears he is sure she has. Will she let him help her and will that turn into something more? Updates once in a week. WARNINGS: contains strong language, smut, depression

When two paths get crossed unintentionally, Nora Rose Lannister has to find a balance between her life and new found relationship with Axel Salvatore. Will it all be too much? •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• "No. I jump to conclusions and overthink when you aren't honest with me. I told you from the jump. If you were honest with me, then I would fucking understand." I get louder. "Lower your voice, Nora" "Or what?" Just as fast as it comes out my mouth, his hand is around my throat. "Or I'll fuck you until you can't fucking speak" He grits and I roll my eyes. "You wanna test me?" He pulls me closer. "I will edge you until the only word coming out your mouth is my name. Now I understand your upset but watch how you talk to me." He spits, closer to my face. "Fuck you" "When and where" He remarks smirking at me. "You think your fucking funny" I ask appalled and his grin gets bigger. "Most girls think so" His response cocky and I scoff as I push away from him. He grabs my throat tighter. "I'm not done talking to you." He bites. "Well i'm done talking to you" I counter and he lifts his head up a little. "Fine, no more talking." He says before he kisses me. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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"Please..." I sighed. I began to roll my hips. "Please what?" he asked as he grabbed on to my thighs. "Please Luca.." I groaned. "Try again." "hmm please....s-sir?" I blushed in embarrassment at my vulnerability. "Good girl." ------------------------ 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 (𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨) 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 22 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙔𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠. 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢?

"Do you know how many times I've got off to the thought of you? How you would look trembling beneath my touch, begging for me." She could hardly breathe as his lips grazed her neck. The words he was saying were making every nerve in her body stir with excitement. "You know what I think? You act so tough on the outside but really...." He began to trail his lips up to her ear, leaving the trail of his hot breath. "... you just want to be dominated and fucked by a real man." ... Spending New Year's Eve drinking her sorrows away at a bar, Thea encounters a stranger; one she finds herself in bed with at the end of the night. She had expected to never see the man again but when the two run into each other the next day, she's mortified, acting as if she had never met him at all. But matters take a turn for the worse when he shows up at her job as one of her patients. Forced to counsel the difficult yet extremely attractive man, she realizes that she wouldn't be able to resist his charm forever. Turns out Elio Chambers had much more to offer than the dick that she hadn't managed to get out of her head since that night.

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED