He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Serenity [Sir-ren-ity] : The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. Chaos [Kay-os] : Complete disorder and confusion. ♕♕♕ With being the Don of one of the biggest and baddest mafia families Luciano was never at ease with himself. He never felt like he was sane. Always shedding blood, murdering, selling drugs, robbing banks. He was so much chaos. He needed peace. Serenity's life was agonizingly calm. She thought it was boring with her simple routine of wake up, eat, read, sleep, maybe- if she's lucky, go out with friends, then repeat. Boring cycle of truth. She wanted some spice. Some chaos. ♕♕♕ "I just told you that I'm making you come with me to Italy- a whole other country and you're response was 'YES' ?" Luciano watched me with admiration in his dark grey eyes. I shrugged, "Yeah. I'm bored. Like..painfully bored." Luciano's eyebrow stayed raised and his eyes stayed admiring my words. "Aren't you a little crazy thing huh Bella..I'll keep that in mind." ♕♕♕ Ever since that 1 night Serenity went out with her college friend group and ran into a murder/torture fight in the tight alley way of Chicago, she's been on Luciano's mind. As him, on hers. The two were attracted to each other because of good and bad things. Luciano's attraction to Serenity was simply because her aura radiated that she was sane. Safe. Serenity's attraction to Luciano was the complete opposite. Call her crazy if you will but, a tall, handsome, Italian mafia Don was exactly what she was craving for. 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 ♕♕♕ STARTED - March 18, 2022 ENDED - February 12, 2023

Violet was settled in her life. She had a rewarding career, beautiful home, and the perfect life. She was childless and had no thought of a man. That was just the way she liked it. Until, he came along... Marco was a biker who never knew life without his club. He was content with leading his club and living the remainder of his life as a bachelor. Women were nothing more than a good time, just not for a long one. Until, she came along... Rankings! #1 bwwm #1 blackwoman #1 blackandwhite #4 love #1 interracial #1 wmbw #1 motorcycle

Abigail dobrev. A big girl with big dreams. To be a fashion designer. Growing up she was always picked by people for her colour, size and dressing sense. Now she wants to make people beautiful of every shape and size. What happens when she has no choice but to take inches of a man for an emergency. César Azevedo. Satan. That's it. Bloodthirst runs in his family. If something doesn't goes according to him. He'll prepare a funeral for everyone, of everyone. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Come closer gatinha." He said sliding his hands in pocket looking straight into my figure. I slowly started taking my steps forward to him and stood a bit far. "Are you ready?" He said nothing on his face. Just emotionless. I nodded and hesitantly forwarded my hand to his figure so that I can measure him. In a second he grabbed my wrist, pulled me closer by my waist. I looked at him with widened eyes, my breathing hitched when he rubbed his nose with mine. "Remember you have to pay a price gatinha. And....." He went down to my ass and I looked elsewhere avoiding his gaze. He squeezed my butt and I gasped. He inserted his thumb and started moving it slowly on my mouth. ".. that can be anything." This is a dark story. 🔞🔞🔞. It contains, violence, abuse and sexual contents. Read at your own risk. All rights © reserved by @darkbeneathlight

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

"𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠.."

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.