Aurora Gomez is a 22 year old girl, who had to learn how to survive on her own after the death of her parents. She's a law student by day and a stripper by night, how else would she pay for tuition? She hasn't felt anything in years, she's practically numb, until an unfortunate encounter connects her with a man who evokes nothing , but pure hatred from her. Lorenzo Romano is the 30 year old leader of the Italian mafia, the Dón. He's ruthless and merciless. He's a busy man who hardly comes into the city, until his reign is being threatened and the only one who can help him is Aurora. The woman who he hated at first sight. Not to mention she can't stand him either. **UNEDITED**

He runs his hand down my stomach placing it over my soaking panties. I wait for him to move but he doesn't. "Tell me what you want Madelyn" he says in a dark voice trying to get a reaction out of me . "fuck you" I whisper back not knowing why I suddenly lost my voice. he smirks before grabbing a fistful of my hair with his free hand. "we need to do something about that mouth of yours darling" ______________________________________________________ Madelyn Hale . Life has fucked her over too many times and she's not afraid to fight back. Her mouth is too big for her own good and is fluent in sarcasm and insults. Unfortunately for her that means trouble. Lorenzo Armini. Leader of the Italian mafia. He is ruthless and believes in taking what he wants instead of asking for it, and right now what he wants is Madelyn.

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Consensual sex scenes aka smut. The smut is heavy, so is my plot, but warnings are put. Consent is always in the chapter. ♥️ ILLICIT DESIRES - A dark-romance mafia novel Rita Barrera cherishes the beauty of Mother Nature, but her love is lethal. She paints her lips with the colors of her venomous flowers as lipstick. One innocent kiss is all it takes for her target to fall dead beneath her lips. Roman Esposito thrives on havoc. A bounty hunter with hands adept at killing, slick with blood, he earned the reputation of the Devil's Hand. He kills without blinking, without flinching. He kills for others. He kills for his boss, Antonio Alessi. But no one ever killed for him, until Rita pressed a deadly kiss onto the lips of an old hag who came for him. He owes her a kiss. He repaid it the only way he knows how, tasting her, in the dark, illicitly, on her other lips, hidden under an emerald thong. Yet the life she took for him remains unpaid. Ironically, the next soul on his list, the one he is sworn to send straight to Hell, is hers. What happens when the hunter collides with his hunt? When desire, danger, and debt stall the hands meant to take her life? Is it truly the debt that binds him, or the illicit taste she left on the tip of his tongue? Started: 02.11.2020 Completed: 19.02.2021 ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

[UNEDITED/ DRAFT] New edited version now available for purchase on various platforms-check the links in my bio! "The Angel and The Royal Devil" 🖤 "If he doesn't stop staring at you in five seconds, I'll fuck you against this table and you'll come while locking eyes with him." I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening in disbelief as I confronted his impassive expression. He meant business, and there was no denying it. "Five," he declared, his gaze fixed on Joseph, who showed no sign of backing down, continuing to stare at me. "Four." "Stop fucking staring at me, Jo!" I slammed my hands on the table in frustration, my breath hitching and shallow, head spinning at the idea of Salvo taking me in front of a crowd. "Three," Salvo hushed, Joseph's gaze remaining steadfastly fixed on me. "Two." "Please, Joseph," I pleaded. He didn't shift his gaze from me, nor did he blink. "One." Before I could breathe, Salvo lifted me up, my face right in front of Joseph. My ass pointed at Salvo, making things a bit edgy. I held onto the table, feeling the tension. A sneaky grin appeared on Jo's face as Salvo forcefully ripped my gown. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haunted by a psycho stalker for three years, Luna Percy's life darkens when she falls for notorious mafia leader Salvo Ambrose aka The Royal Devil. Both the stalker and Salvo are consumed by an intense obsession and possessiveness towards her. Their romance reveals shocking truths: her father's murderer, her rapist, and her stalker's identity. In this twisted tale of love and betrayal, there are no heroes-just morally grey men and villains. This dark story may trigger some readers. Reached #1 in psycho, psychokiller #1 in eroticromance, #1 in hotboys, #1 in mafiaromance, #1 in dark romance

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘩..." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯.." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦..." 𝘐 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯... 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦..." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

Alice: Running from a nightmare past, I find myself in GaleTown Texas, population I have no idea because as soon as I get to town a huge but kind stranger scoops me up and brings me to his home. Little did I know, his intentions were for me to never leave again. He wants me in his bed, in his life, and tied to him forever. Nash: Lightning strikes in GaleTown once again. According to the town legends, men of GaleTown find their soulmate with just one glance. I was skeptical after all this time until a tiny injured angel walked into the diner. Now she's mine, and I'll never let her go. She's mine to protect. If only I could convince her of that. This is part of a series. Each book is a standalone with interconnecting couples. This series follows the Brooks brothers as they each find their destined soulmates. Each book is a different couple. WARNING: This book contains an over the top, possessive, alphahole. This is an insta-love story. For readers 18+ ONLY.

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"