He walks closer to me, pushing me back against his desk. "I'm going to throw you down and fuck you until you scream my fucking name." His fingers slip under my dress and the heat between my legs grows, causing me to cross my legs. He pushes his knee in between my legs, separating them apart. "I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk away from me again." His soft pink lips, curling into his signature smirk. - - - - - - ♡ - - - - - - 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢, the daughter of a notorious assassin and a prodigy. She is ruthless and kills without hesitation nor emotion, making her deadly. With stunning green eyes, a sculpted body and a magnificent mind she gets anything and everything she wants. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢, the leader of the most powerful and feared Italian Mafia. No one dares to question the man running the biggest mafia in the world. A man that has been raised with power, wealth and fame. With his alluring features, killer charms and a malevolent mind, he is the one to be or beat. When Lorenzo's mafia gets threatened by an upcoming- a nobady American Mafia, Lorenzo struggles to uphold his criminal empire without it crumbling to the ground. After struggling, he finally decides to ask one of his biggest enemies for help, but it's not such an easy feat because his enemy is a bigger asshole than him.

Looking up at him as he smoked a cigarette. He gave me no attention. I take his hand, sliding it between my thighs, all the way to my bare pussy that was dripping for his cock. "Look Rico, I wore nothing for you." I mumble softly with a smile on my lips. I guide his fingers the way I liked them, moaning softly, getting his attention. Blowing the smoke out he looks down at me. He pulls his hand away from my pussy. He grabs a hold of my jaw, pressing my cheeks so hard my lips pouted involuntarily at him. "Behave, Bella, or I'll face fuck you so hard I'll destroy that innocent face." He warned, He goes back to smoking his cigarette, looking down at his phone. I take a step back, taking of my clothes one by one. He looks at me, watching me with an intense gaze that heats my body up. His eyes slowly dilate, becoming lustful an greedy. Suddenly and roughly he grabs my throat, forcing me on my knees in front of him. Tossing his phone on the counter, he takes out his hard cock. Looking at his cock my lips part automatically. With no warning he thrusts his cock down my throat and I choke. The drool in my mouth, slipping through the edges of my lips and dripping onto my tits as I desperately try to close my mouth around his thick, throbbing cock. "Look at me, Bella." I listen obediently, looking up at him. My vision blurry from the tears. "Is this want you want, you fucking whore?" He taunts and I nod. He slips his cock out of my mouth, giving me a few seconds to suck in a breath. He pulls my hair back and I gasp softly. "Use your fucking mouth or I'll put it to work." He slides a thumb over my lips, smudging my red lipstick. "Please, Rico. Put it in my mouth."

Book one in 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 series. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 has been shaped by sorrow, growing up in a home scarred by her parents' addiction. Despite it all, she became the light in the dark. After their death, she was sent to live with her wealthy grandparents. Now, ready for a fresh start at college with her best friend, she never expected to meet Hunter-or the fire he would ignite within her. 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 has been shaped by pain, growing up with an abusive, alcoholic father and a stripper for a mother. Fighting was survival, and when his brother tried to protect him by sending him away, he was left to face the world alone. Numb for years, he's forgotten how to feel-until Maddy. What happens when opposites attract? Will they heal or destroy each other completely, leaving only ruins behind? Welcome to Crestwood Elite, the world's most exclusive academy, where mafia heirs from across the globe come to master the skills of organized crime. 𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤: "I'm not doing anything!" Hunter's rough voice slices through the air. He's right next to me and I can feel his heat. His smell. 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. "Well, do nothing over 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. Away from me!" I point to a random car, further away from where we're standing. "And why would I do that?" He lifts a brow, amused. "Because I can't stand to be in your presence. You make me sick." He looks taken aback by that, but then his face darkens as he drawls. "You didn't seem to be sick when I had my tongue down your throat last night. In fact, I recall you moaning for more."

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

|| Featured FREE story with exclusive paid chapters - previously a paid story || When Haley discovers the truth behind Xavier, whose silence holds a deeper meaning, she sets her mind on making his life better one small step at a time. ***** Haley Rosamond is happy with her simple life, content under the wing of her father. Well-protected, she has no idea of the darkness surrounding Xavier Hunt, with his all-black attire and infrequent presence in school-accompanied by his bruises and scars. That is, until Haley catches a glimpse of Xavier's reality and is made to question everything she knows about family and life in general. The truth, she realizes, couldn't be more different from everything she has heard. Supported by her father, Haley sets her mind on helping Xavier any way she can, and what begins with tutoring sessions, free food, and random acts of kindness blooms into friendship and something a little more. But when Haley's admission into her dream college and another tragedy in Xavier's life threaten to undo everything she has worked for, Haley needs to decide if she'll stick by Xavier or simply be another person in his life that disappears. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

She's a fifteen-year-old girl who killed her "father" in self-defense and lied about it to the police. She thinks she has no other family members and now she has nowhere to live but the police tell her she was kidnapped from her real family when she was little and she has six older brothers. Now that she has to go live with them, she can sense they're all hiding something from her. But what could it be?

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

My lips trembled, my fingers shook. The world's most dangerous man sat before me, eyeing me up and down as if he were deciding when to pounce. I stood there before him in the private room of the strip club, his gaze burning through me. "What's your name?" He uttered in a low whisper, a smirk played on his lips telling me he already knew more than he should. I was made for him, the angelic winged beauty from his dreams, and he had finally found me. He was never going to let me go, and he would have me at any costs. "Valentin's tattooed hands moved to unshackle my wrists and ankles from the metal chains that hung from the bed. Each release brought a rush of sensation, a return to freedom, accompanied by his lips brushing tenderly against the red marks left on my skin." ** MATURE CONTENT ** STEAMY, KINKY, TW, AGE GAP, SEX, BDSM, CONTROLLING, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, RUSSIAN MAFIA, 365 DAYS SIMILAR PLOTLINE, LIGHT CNC REFERENCES, SLOWISHBURN #2 in Rough 8/15/2024 #2 in Toxic 10/21/2024 #2 in Rated R 11/04/2024 #5 in Mafia 11/10/2024

"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝚴𝐞𝐫𝐨." A shudder ran down Nero's spine as she watched the man before her lean back against his office chair, spread his bulky thighs, and tip his head back as he watched her with those sultry eyes of his. She knew it was wrong to want him, that wanting him would only bring her trouble, yet she found her mouth salivating at the mere sight of him. It was unfair how attractive he was. "Why? You didn't let me cum yesterday." His eyebrow twitched, the corner of his lips tipping in amusement. "Only good girls get to cum, diavolina." ❦ It was never Nero Rothschild's intention to find herself as the central figure in every fantasy of the don of the most influential and dangerous mafia in New York. Especially when said man also happened to be Niccolò Lyon, the rival of the Lucchese family she was forced to work for. After generations of conflict, the two mafias had finally settled their issues by arranging the marriage of Niccolò Lyon with the cousin of the Lucchese heir-a marriage that would save thousands of lives from dying in the meaningless war. Everyone knew the importance of the marriage, understanding what it meant for the future of the underworld. Everyone but Niccolò, it seemed. The day Niccolò Lyon saw Nero Rothschild, he knew he had to have her, to possess her. He found himself pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips. He knew he was wrong to want the girl so badly. She had already been claimed by his rival despite wanting nothing to do with the lovesick man. The fact only made Niccolò desire the little devil even more, especially when he found out that the Lucchese family had gone against their promise of peace by hiring her to coldheartedly murder him. He needed to have her, to make her his, and to own her. Fiancée be damned.