Don Luciano DiSilva is known for his ruthlessness. As the leader of the Italian Mafia, he is cold and callous. But then he meets her. Victoria Ricci was hidden from the world by her abusive father. When her brother makes a fatal mistake, he offers her to take his place. Victoria saved him from the darkness inside himself. Luca showed her what it means to be loved. TW: abuse, language, graphic content/gore, smut This book is 18+ Previous Rankings: #1 Love at First Sight #1 Mafia #1 Kidnapped #1 Mafia Don #1 Completed #1 Protective #1 Italy #1 Mob #1 Italian Men #1 Mafia Princess #1 Gangs *Photo credits go to Pinterest*

"Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra." I smiled. Slow. Mean. The kind that never reaches my eyes. "You don't get to tell me what to call you," I said. "You're whatever the fuck I call you." She stared at me like I was dangerous. Good. I leaned back, relaxed, watching the way her hands shook just a little. "Relax," I added. "If I wanted to catch you, you'd already be caught." Then I chuckled, low and amused. "But where's the fun in that?"

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it a memory... You know you're in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won't laugh at you. When you can see their face when you close your eyes. When you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight after they're gone. When you can still taste their kiss after you have said goodbye. You can tell you're in love when you miss them before they're gone. When their voice lingers in your ears. When their presence eases any pain. When their name sends chills down your spin. When they're the only thing you can think about. You know you're in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their eyes. When they call you at four in the morning to say, "I Love You" and mean it. When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their heart. When even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory. Ultimately, you know you're in love when you can't imagine living without them and can't figure how did you live before you knew them. When they fulfill every need and without them you're incomplete. The love of someone else completes the heart, and sound and mind all at once. 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎-𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)

Book 2 in The 'Three Words Series' Theo and Naomi haven't spoken since. Since everything, that night, first year, all of it. Second year has just started. They're no longer neighbours but their friendship group are still very much so close. They're forced to see each other still. Communication was their biggest downfall last year, will they actually talk through things like civil adults for once? **SEQUAL TO Clouding my judgement. MUST READ THAT FIRST** **CANNOT BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE BOOk** **MATURE CONTENT, A LOT SPICIER THAN THE FIRST BOOK SO BE PREPARED** "Why would you kiss him, when you're mine, Hmm?" He asked as he stroked her entrance with his two digits "I-" She breathed out as he took no time inserting his fingers inside of her, curling them just to make her moan for him "What was that?" He smirked, hearing her whimpers as the increasing tempo of the song wasn't helping her heart beat or the pulse inbetween her thighs of how much she hated Theo in the moment, but enjoyed what he could do to her with just two fingers When she didn't answer him, Theo slid his fingers slowly out of her with a pop. She felt his fingers trace over the slit of her entrance, teasing her, already knowing the power he had over her body. She did nothing but accept it, as her body reacted as it usually did Wet and ready, only for him She found herself opening up her legs wider to give him better access to her. Almost as if it were instinct. Theo slid his fingers up and down her slick folds, multiple times - teasing her - knowing this would set her off even further. The anticipation of it all.

[Completed] Book 1 in The 'Three Words' Series - A/N I know this book isn't written the best and low-key cringe, it was one of my first, sorry. Naomi is a 18 year old university student, studying fashion marketing in first year attempting to make friends, have a good time and get a degree. Theo is a 21 year old first year university student studying accounting and finance, he was the epitome of the typical popular white boy who got all the girls and was the star football player. Halls, the place in uni where everything happens. Naomi lived in 156c and Theo lived in 157b, they were next door neighbours. Their flats became friends, but they didn't, they constantly argued and did not get along. **This book will have mature content in it, including sex scenes, drugs and alcohol. There is no mature tag in order for the book to be able to gain more traction** Weed and alcohol clouded his system as he watched her, only her. She moved her hips like no other girl in the flat, she was mesmerising. Nothing like the girls at home. She did a slut drop, slowly bringing herself back up in such a sensual way, peering up from her lashes to look up into his eyes and his only. Everything stopped. It was just them two in the kitchen. They forgot everyone else. The tension was thick, he wanted her. No, he needed to fuck her.

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

BOOK 2 I was too busy gripping the sheets, moaning to argue with this dumbass. "Fucking love how you sound,ma," he murmured? his lips brushing against my ear. "Only for me, right?" "Y-Yeah," I stammered, barely able to form fucking words. "Damn right," he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED ‼️

Imani Robinson is 22 and used to surviving on her own. Stripping pays the bills, but the stage is the only place she lets anyone get close. In her world, love is a luxury, trust is a risk, and men are just customers. Silas Greene is 25 and born into violence. As a ruthless mafia lord, his name carries power, fear, and a trail of bodies. He doesn't believe in love-only loyalty, control, and consequences. But when Silas sees Imani, he doesn't just want her. He needs her. He doesn't care about the rules. She doesn't want to be owned. Too bad neither of them gets a choice. this story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and emotionally intense scenes. please read at your own pace and comfort level. this is your final content warning moving forward.

COMPLETE 🙂 Finally finding herself and gaining confidence after having a hard young life, Kimone goes off to find herself in the world only to find herself in the same area as a childhood bully that made her life hell. What will come of the two when they end up in each others lives again. ------ "I can't not have you in my life. I can't have you hating me." I was a stupid ass kid. "I don't hate you." she quickly responds. I look up to meet her eyes finally. She doesn't? That's a start I suppose. "I feel sorry for you." ⚠️ This book contains harsh language/ Sexual content/ Suicide triggers. #11 in BWWM - 08/13/21 #1 in White - 09/27/21 #2 in WMBW-08/25/21 #3 in blackgirl 08/25/21 #1 in lies 09/22/21 #1 in Lust 09/23/21 #1 in Wmbw 12/06/21