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! Published Dec 10th 2025 Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"Growing up, my mother always told me one thing; bad company corrupted good morals. I didn't believe her, didn't believe those words she'd always said to me with such conviction. I'd always thought myself strong, always thought myself good enough to corrupt those bad morals. That was until I crossed paths with a man so lethal, a man so utterly consumed with darkness. And gradually, his words of poison would lace my system, dilute my sanity and leave me begging at his feet for more..." It was hate at first sight... I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THIS BOOK. ALL CONTENT WITHIN THIS BOOK IS FICTIONAL AND WORKS OF MY IMAGINATION. ANY SIMILARITIES TO REAL-LIFE EVENTS, PLACES, PEOPLE etc IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. MY BOOK IS NOT FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYRIGHT ©️ 2023 by Rachael Abeauty! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT; DARK ROMANCE, SEXUAL SCENES, STRONG LANGUAGE, SELF-HARM, etc. BOOK COVER MADE BY ME, THE AUTHOR.

all of his attention is on her no matter how he feels about her. He don't want to like her He don't want to want her He don't want to love her. But she wants all of him. Will he let her? the only two problems to say she thinks he hates her, little she knows he falling for her before she even knew it. not to mention he is her brother's best friend. what happens when he offers ivory a deal that will either be the end or the beginning of them. ===== *warning* this story will contain mature things (language, scenes, etc.)

This is not a romance. But along the way, they might find love.

"Just don't tell anyone ok? it would only make trouble" he said, a serious set on his brow. "For who me or you?" I asked looking straight at him. His jaw clinched and his face reddened with anger again. He's always had a short temper. Was I taking my new found confidence too far too quickly? "Listen here SERVENT GIRL! I not losing my throne to this! don't pretend you didn't like.." I cut him off. "Oooh PLEASE you think that grape between your legs had any effect on me?" I lied "Grape? " He said walking up to me Oh no He grabbed my forearm and pulled me in. His hand around my waist. "Be a good girl and hold still" Before I could respond he has turned me around and had one hand around my waist and one inching up my thigh.

1723 he lifts my dress and can't help but grab both sides of my ass with his big strong hands. internally groaning at the sight. I was begging for him to mark me and make me his. he pulls my panties down and fall to my ankles. my dripping heat is on display for him. only him. he picks me up and places me on his desk taking his time to push my legs open and slide a hand in between. he places gentle kisses on my neck while his other hand starts to rub on my clit I gasp throwing my head back in the process, giving him more access to my neck. his mouth starts to trail down my body getting lower and lower with each kiss. he grips my thighs tightly as his head dipped between my legs. I feel his thick tongue dip inside of me next, every moan that left my lips was all for him and that very thought made me wetter he then managed to wrap one of his hands around my neck, his face never leaving from in between my legs but instead going deeper. my moans got louder as his grip on my neck got tighter, but he then stopped and pulled away I groaned in protest. he stood back up and got in my ear "what are you thinking about Elizabeth" *slow burn*

Previously titled Close. "Fuck, I already love you." I confess to her. "Oh, hold on mister," she jumps off my desk, "that's your head talking and I'm not referring to the one above your shoulders." I pull her close to me and hold her by her waist. "Now, why would you say something like that?" "We don't even know each other." "You didn't have a problem with that a few minutes ago." I raise my eyebrow at her. "I know... Look I gotta go. Your friend is waiting for you. You know where to find me, papi." 18+ Contains strong language and mature content.

Nothing matters in this world but my babies "Just cause u got away doesn't mean u can hide forever know that I found you will always be MINE" Don't not copy my story

[Excerpt]: "Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence. "Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question. "The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark gaze studied my flushed appearance. Glowering down at me from a modest distance above, I was sure he could uncover every last one of my veiled secrets with one of his enigmatic looks. The way his midnight gaze steadily roamed across my unassuming frame had caused my body to ignite from within, but it also spawned me to wonder what about the man aroused such pronounced feelings from me. "Yes." I finally responded in a fragile voice I barely recognized as my own. Rather than acknowledge the closeted remark, he smoothly strutted forward until his body was crouched directly in front of mine. Our faces were now jarringly closer than they'd been mere seconds ago, allowing me to analyze the perfectly smooth ridges of his unblemished features. "Good." He concluded, as his melancholy orbs drifted to my stilted lips. **Contains mature/adult content

Insert from story "You have kind eyes." He said, holding my gaze. "You look innocent." That was on purpose. "Are you ever going to tell me your name?" He asked as he started to clean my foot. "I already did. It's Heather." "Heather." He said, keeping his voice even. "Yes, Heather Dean." He just chuckled, like he didn't believe me. "Why do I get the impression that you think I'm lying?" I asked. "Because of how you respond every time I called you that." Oh...Crap, that wasn't good. "You haven't shared your name either." I pointed out. "I'm waiting." He answered simply. "For what?" "For you to tell me the truth." He looked back up at me. "It only seems fair right?" "It would only seem fair if I was lying." He looked at me for awhile before saying, "So, you're going to stick to that story, huh? All right. Well, when you're ready to be honest, I'll share my name." He had a point but....I still needed to be careful. Yes, he had been kind but that still wasn't reason enough for me to trust him just yet.