"Wh-who are you?" She asked. "Mein Kaal" my eyes darkened "Tumhara pati" . She belonged to a world built on control and betrayal. And he belonged to darkness. The man powerful people feared and monsters respected. He should have ruined her. Instead, he ruined everyone who dared touch what was his. Because some love stories aren't written with promises..... They're written in blood. ❝She was never meant to fall for a monster and He was never meant to kneel for anyone.❞ • Mafia Romance • Contract Marriage • Revenge • Obsession • Morally Grey • Mystery & Secrets • Betrayal • Slow Burn • Age gap

His Insatiable Desire is a tale of irresistible Desire, love and erotic feel which makes a feast for the dark romance readers so don't miss it out lovelies 🤍💍

"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.

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

"Mujhe marna manzoor hai, Ranvijay Thakur... par tumse shaadi kabhi nahi." - Vamika Chauhan, said in a cold yet trembling voice, her jaw clenched and eyes burning with restrained fury. "Poora UP band karwa do aaj raat 12 baje se pehle Vamika Chauhan ki doli uth kar rahegi." - Ranvijay Thakur, said in a dangerously calm tone, his gaze icy and fixed, fingers gripping the table as his authority crackled in the air. Ranvijay Thakur, 29 - Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh & President of Thakur & Co. Cold, commanding and unreadable to the world - Protective, emotional and fiercely loyal only for his family. A man who rules by day... and controls the shadows by night. Vamika Chauhan, 24 - Criminal lawyer & owner of her law firm. Calm, sharp and bold - with rare blue eyes. Soft for her family, fearless in court, unbreakable in spirit. When law meets power... destiny stops asking permission.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐲 (𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞) 7 years of an unhealthy and dirty obsession and one night changed the life of 'Arushi shekhwat' When she is forced to marry her fathers murderer ᯓ★ 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 His whole life was based on a lie, a cruel one. Emotionally abandoned by parents at a young age. Raised with guns and blood. But then she came, right into his dreams, what was she Mafia. Assassin. Murderer. Every single word spoke about him very very clearly! Being the heir or the Oberoi family after the death of the forgotten heir. Years ago, they had promised. If she would marry him, now was the time to fulfil it. "𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟕 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞" ****** 𝐀𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Being the rightful heir of the Shekhawat throne, She yet was banished from the business rights due to nothing else but her gender. Being a hacker in the morning, And a stalker/biker at night could describe her own life. Forced into an engagement she never wanted. But the escape came very soon. Lying about her being in Madly love with a guy she stalked not knowing that her whole life would change when she would become the bride of the Oberoi's. "𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬" ᯓ★ Read to find out.

The door burst open, and Shivansh stood there. His hand was covered in blood, and blood streaks marked his face, making him look terrifyingly still. "Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly, his voice sharp with rage. "What?" I whispered, my mind refusing to understand his words. He stepped closer until my back slammed into the wall. His grip tightened around my arms, sharp pain ripping a gasp from me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, close enough that I could feel his anger shaking through him. "I said, remove your fucking clothes, Aarohi," he whispered, anger trembling in his voice. One look at his eyes told me everything. He knows about him. --------------------------------------------------------

RAJVEER X SIYA❤️🔥Rajveer Rathore controls everything. She bows to no one. In a dangerous game of obsession and desire... who will ruin whom first? 😈 Siya Rajgor has built an empire in cybersecurity-brilliant, fearless, and utterly untouchable. Until an arranged marriage forces her into the deadly world of Rajveer Rathore, a ruthless mafia king who rules with an iron fist. Neither of them knew who they were marrying until it was too late. With no way out, Siya lays down a condition: the marriage will last one year, nothing more. Rajveer agrees, believing that a year is all he needs to own her, break her, make her his. But Siya isn't a woman who submits. She meets him head-on, challenging his control at every turn. To Rajveer, Siya isn't just a wife-she's a weapon, a key player in his dangerous game, a queen meant to stand beside him. But her defiance ignites something dark in him. He doesn't just want her obedience. He wants her soul. 🔥 "Why do you keep doing this, Rajveer? If I'm just a pawn, why does it feel like you'd burn the world down for me?" 💀 "You think you can walk away from me, Mrs. Siya Rathore? You were mine the moment you entered my world. And I don't let go of what's mine." But when a deadly enemy targets Siya, the game turns lethal. Rajveer swore he'd never lose control, but she's the one thing he refuses to lose. Siya isn't blind. She knows Rajveer still sees her as something to own. And if there's one thing she won't allow, it's being someone's possession. The contract is ending. The walls are closing in. Now, Rajveer must decide-will he let her go, or will he ruin her just to keep her? ⚠️ Enemies to lovers. Arranged marriage. Obsession. Power play. Read at your own risk. 🔥