‼️this book his only for 16+ "Try speaking to her again-and I'll bury your tongue with my bullets.Touch her, and I'll make sure your mother can't recognize your corpse." He's a walking nightmare wrapped in silk suits and bloodstained hands. The name LUCA is enough to silence a room. King of the Underworld, ruler of shadows, and a ghost that even the law fears to chase. His empire is built on violence, betrayal, and bodies no one dares to count. He doesn't speak twice. He doesn't leave witnesses. And mercy? That died the day he picked up a gun he kills everyone who even thinks about HIS girl. (He's a rude for others cute for her) She's softness in a world that never deserved her. LILY is light-pure, untouched, and blissfully unaware of the darkness that lurks beyond her little bubble. With laughter in her voice and kindness in her eyes, she believes in love, morning coffee, and happy endings. But all of that shatters or maybe enhances When he decides she's his. And she gives up and wants to be his Their worlds should've never collided. But when someone dares to lay a finger on her, luca doesn't just show up-he brings war. She becomes his obsession, his addiction, his reason to burn everything to the ground. And now, there's no escape Not from his grip, not from his gaze, not from the twisted fate that binds them but what happens when angle falls in love with demon?what happens when she sees the good in him? #1 in kiddnaped #56 in badboygoodgirl #58 in possesive #104 in Loveable

I spent my whole life trapped in a world of violence, abuse and death--chained to my father's brutal empire. But when my brother was ripped away from me, I did the one thing I should've done a long time ago. I ran. I thought I had escaped the nightmare, and finally got to live a normal life. But it all came crashing down the day I was taken by the merciless Mafia king-- Vincenzo Vittore. My father took something precious from him, and now, Vincenzo wants nothing more than to destroy me as vengeance. Held captive in his mansion, I'm a pawn in his twisted game of revenge. Escape feels impossible, and the worst part? I find myself drawn to the man I should hate with every fiber of my being. He ignites something forbidden in me, something I'm terrified to name. As secrets from both our pasts surface, I realize there's no running from this life--Because it's deeply rooted in my blood. And the only way out is through death.

Here I was, 4 A.M in my shower, thinking about how good my cock would feel buried inside her pussy. How desperate I am to destroy her insides and breed her until sh- no-I couldn't handle it anymore. I imagined her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her senselessly. Our eyes would lock while I whispered sweet nothings. Then I'd flip her over, arching her back and digging her head into the mattress, suffocating her just a little, and then ramming into her without warning. I sound like a sadist but I can't help it. The things she makes my body do, I've never felt this with another woman. June is obsessed with Amirlya. Severely obsessed. So obsessed that he has control on her every move, eyes on her every step, and lurks in the shadows when she doesn't notice. Amirlya on the other hand just wants to be left alone. With years of tormenting, she is tired of constantly falling victim to June's strange possessiveness and frightening authority over her. However, that all changes when he strangely decides to reform himself, into a better man, for her sake. Will his attempt at improvement woo her over? Or make things worse? WILL EDIT AFTER IM DONE WITH THE BOOK Started: 10/26/2024 Finished: 12/1/2024 #69 bwwm 11/16/24 #59 bwwm 11/19/24 #39 bwwm 11/19/24 #31 bwwm 11/23/24 #23 bwwm 11/24/24 #2 aggressive 12/1/24 #21 bwwm 1/2/25 #19 bwwm 1/3/25 #16 bwwm 1/5/25

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

So you want me to forgive you right" I asked "Yes" He said without thinking for a second.. I was shocked will be an understatement "Ok then you want to play with fire than fine let's play... So you've to do whatever I'll ask you to do"... I said him after thinking for a second...... " I love to play with fire.... Sparkle" He said while smirking... Ughhhh..... Can i just smash his face it won't be bad right... now it's my time to smirk "So you have to......... " I said While smirking I know he won't do that I'll get a reason to make him stay away from me... Finally I won.. He didn't say anything just kept staring at me after few minutes of his staring seation he turned on his feet and went from here........... I know he was not gonna do that but somewhere I was expecting him to do that i don't know why... I am feeling like I've lost something precious but why... Don't know I think it's the end......... He is mafia king of all Don She is mafia princess He is devil She is nightmare He is Italian king She is his queen He has world on his finger She has him on her finger Let's start the love and revenge journey of Italian mafia and a broken soul from inside but for World she is strongest and for him she is like a baby who needs infinite love and care......

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.

Abandoned in the French countryside with two strangers-my new stepfather, Jerome, and his son, Leon-I'm surrounded by beauty, yet utterly alone. But the countryside stirs something reckless in me. Jerome's quiet protectiveness shields me from the world... until his touch lingers too long. Leon's smoldering hatred for me tempts me to rebel... until his feelings for me border on something darker. Both men awaken desires I never knew existed-desires that thrill as much as they shame. Now every shared laugh, every lingering glance, blurs the lines we swore we'd keep. But the closer we grow, the clearer the truth becomes: there are lines not meant to be crossed. No matter how badly we want to. Tags: agegap, erotic romance, stepfather, stepbrother, newadult, erotica, hot, forbidden, taboo, drama, steamy, mature, adult, sexy, sexscenes, instalove NOW LIVE ON AMAZON

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...