❛ he had loved her for years, centuries, eons even. he had loved her from the very first touch, from the very first word upon her sweet lips. ❜ all grayson had ever wanted was his chryssie.

Lorena Vile's last name is an understatement. She is wanted by the most powerful empire on the planet. Everyone knows her real name but she's too clever for any arrest and too slick to get kidnapped. One day in her home she receives a series of aggressive knocks on her door and is not so surprised with Killian Creeds dark glare. He loved fear. Being feared. That is one thing he couldn't bring out of this girl. She smiled while held at gunpoint and that's when he knew she had a gift. Will his naughty fantasies of this deadly woman come between his business? And will he allow it?

(HOPE-VERSE #1) Carter Romano is tired of the mafia life. To get his freedom, his father makes a deal with him to kill their biggest enemy, Rossi. In searching for the enemy, he stumbles upon the chirpy adorable nurse named Lilly Hastings. What she doesn't know is that she saved the life of Carter Romano's biggest enemy and Carter kidnaps her because he thinks she knows the answers to where he can find Rossi. Torture turns into lust, lust turns into possessiveness, and possessiveness turns into... What could it be, darling? ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ "I am not buying this dress. It's too revealing." He smiles "You can't even afford it, Lilly. So I am buying this." He stands up and makes his way to me. His body language was calm but his eyes were like a fire that was about to burn me. I turn around to walk back into the dressing room but he's hot on my heel, following me inside it. The space was cramped but he closed the door and locked it. Pinned me up against the wall. My breathing hitched when I felt the cold wall on my bare back and I gasp when he grabs my hips. He leans, almost hovering, and kissed my cheek "I'm buying this dress so you can wear it for me one day." I swallow "I'm never wearing this." He chuckles in my ear which makes my stomach feel crazy "You're wearing this for me so I can take it off, darling." 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ♡ Violence ♡ Sexual Content ♡ Trafficking ♡ Dark Content ♡ Language ♡ Torture ♡ Rape

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! After her parent's tragic death, nineteen year old Violet Sinclaire moves to old mansion left to her by her father in Louisiana. She plans to find herself, restore herself.. be someone new. However, Violet has no idea of the all consuming and all frightening series of events that will unfold. He watches her. She knows it, and she wants to dive in head first. Violet SinClaire I love this house. I love that it's old and that I have good memories here. I came up here every summer with my brother as a child. It's morbid, I will admit, but then again so am I. But something feels different here this time around.. I feel uneasy, the air feels thicker. Something is calling to me.. or someone. Someone is watching me. The thought instills terror in me and sends waves of fear down my spine.. but I want to know more. I need to know more. What do they want? The Hunter I want her. I watch her. I crave her. I want to hurt her. I will have her, it's just a matter of time. Violet SinClaire will be mine, by any means. She will be become undone by my hands. She loves me, she just doesn't know that yet. I'm here to help her see. This is my vow to Violet.

"You belong to me!" he said in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. "And you are mine to love, princess!" His tone was full of possessiveness. "Let me go-" I started to protest, but he silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "Shh, be quiet!" he whispered softly against my lips. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with desire and longing. "It's just you and me tonight, and I want to make it special for us," his strong voice sent chills down my spine. My heart raced as I felt his fingers at the edge of my dress, ready to tear it away. *"I'm about to do the most sinful things with you now, Jaan!"* His voice echoed in my ears. "I've waited long enough!" His voice grew deeper with desire. "No, please-"before I finish my sentence, he interrupted me as air rushed around my body. He ripped my dress in two pieces. ZAYAN VS DUAA AGE GAP SHE RUNS AND HE CATCHES HER SHE IS THE PREY AND HE IS THE HUNTER.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

"P-Please go away, don't touch me. Let me go Please," he pleaded. "Over my dead body," he growled "Come here, Malik. Don't make me ask again, it's our wedding night." "N-No, Please," he begged, "I am already married." warning🔞⚠ -18+ -r@pe -Smut -kidnapping -violence -age-gaps -gun -Mafia -Blood -Murder IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE EXIT THIS STORY!!!!

She hates the way he looks at her, like he already owns her. Sorin Stravelli spent her life avoiding her father's arranged deals, escaping each one by chance or chaos. But when she finally snaps and defies him publicly, her punishment comes in the form of Bruno. Dark. Quiet. Possessive. He's not what she expected. He's worse. And her body can't tell the difference between danger and desire. She swears she'll never submit. He knew she was his from the moment she walked in the room. ⸻ Bruno's POV: Sorin Stravelli came to me with fire in her eyes and hatred in her voice. She didn't want me. That's fine. I want her enough for the both of us. She can curse me, fight me, run from me-but her body tells me a different story. Because from the second she was offered to me, she was mine. And I don't let go of what's mine. TRIGGER WARNING: - Dark romance - Mafia control/possession - Physically abusive father - Violence and Guns - Murder - Sexual smutty content

When Malakai Eros follows in his father's footsteps, he doesn't realize it leads him straight into the chaos of the past. He's worked and labored for the approval, yet something still stands out about him. Malakai is focused on one thing and one thing only, yet something catches his attention in the eye of the storm. Elodie Merritt is on her own, fighting through the darkness in hopes of finding what has been lost. Throughout her search, she finds something she would have never expected. Is it always black or white?

Hayden Jones didn't mean to blow up her high school gym. She just meant to graffiti it. Now she's got a felony and a one-way ticket to some glorified boarding school in the Pacific Northwest. Caldwell Academy is not a fresh start. It's a reform school with nice pamphlets and a fountain and a judge's order keeping her here. The kind of place where everyone's got a story they don't tell and a reason they can't leave. She wasn't planning on making friends. She definitely wasn't planning on Elwood Hall and a bed six feet from a boy who doesn't smile, doesn't talk, and looks at her like she's a problem he didn't ask for. She should've left it at that. She should've left a lot of things at that. Because Caldwell has rules. And the thing about Hayden Jones is she's never met one she wouldn't break - even the ones that exist to protect her.