"We both know I ruined this tight little pussy for anyone else." He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet, filthy sound that makes me cry out. He leans in, lips brushing my ear as he fucks me senseless. "No one else is ever gonna make you cum like this, Adriana. No one else is ever gonna own this pussy the way I do. And you fucking know it." - - - At an elite international boarding school, anonymity is law. The heirs of the world's most powerful criminal empires - mafia, cartels, and syndicates - attend under first names only. No last names. No identities. No exceptions. Antonio is feared for a reason. Fueled by rage and backed by power, he rules the academy through intimidation alone. Adriana is just as dangerous - stubborn, sharp-tongued, and the cousin of one of the most brutal ex-cartel enforcers alive. For three years, they've hated each other with a passion. Every conversation turns into a fight. Every glance into a challenge. And somehow, neither of them knows when to walk away. What could possibly go wrong when two of the most dangerous souls in the school are obsessed with breaking one another? In a place where secrets can kill and passion burns hotter than vengeance... everything.

"You can hate me all you want," he growls against my neck, sucking just hard enough to make me moan. "But this pussy's still fucking dripping for me after all these years." I shake my head weakly, even as my hips rock back against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers like I'm starving for it. "I despise you," I whisper, but it comes out broken and needy. "Yeah?" He curls his fingers harder, making me cry out. "Then why are you soaking my hand like a desperate little slut?" --- They were each other's first love - secret, forbidden, and all-consuming. Until one lie tore them apart. Five years later, they collide again in the worst possible way. What begins as hatred and betrayal quickly spirals into something far more dangerous, where the past refuses to stay buried and the truth is more deadly than either of them imagined. Now they're running not just from the shadows of their history, but from a world that wants them both broken or dead. In a story of second chances, forbidden love, and survival, two broken souls must decide if love is enough to save them... or if some pasts are never meant to be forgiven.

* His hot breath fans my neck as he presses an open mouth kiss there "Walking away just like that huh Mrs Bernardi?" He brings his face up touching his forehead with mine His hooded eyes on me then on my lips "Then I guess you really are weak" He says provoking me. I clench my jaw glaring at him "Fuck you" I try to hit his chest to remove myself from his hold but I couldn't, his grip was too strong that I couldn't even move "Let. Me. Go" I grit my teeth glaring at him "Why?" He mumbles in a mocking tone as he kisses my cheek trailing down to my jaw biting down there I gasp "Afraid that you'll fall in love?" He flickers his gaze to mine, His eyes were hooded A smirk touches his lips We stay there looking in each other's eyes, his forehead stays connected with mine, His lips merely inches away from mine but he don't kiss me, He just.... Stays there. We stay lost in our haze when I speak "It will destroy us" I say whisper still caught in trance while looking in his eyes "You and me both" I whisper to him "Does it matter?" He mutters and I barely heard him before he finally closes the distance between us by pressing his lips on mine -------------------- Luca Bernardi, heir to the ruthless Italian mafia, rules with cold precision and an iron fist. Alisa Vernost, the fiery sister of his sworn enemy, is everything he shouldn't want yet everything he can't resist. Bound by a marriage neither chose, their worlds collide in a storm of hate, power, and forbidden desire. Every glance ignites fury. Every touch blurs the line between love and war. Enemies by blood. Lovers by fate. Will their hatred consume them... or will surrender destroy them both? STRITCLY FOR ADULT READERS ONLY 18+

"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.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ✞ ✞ ✞ He wanted to use her. She was the mastermind who planned for that all along. ✞ ✞ ✞ Power. Power built them. Power is what will destroy them. From sworn enemies to reluctant allies, there is nothing 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 wouldn't do, nobody she wouldn't use to reach what her mind has been fixated on for years. Revenge. She's inhumane. Emotionless. Messed up in the head-a diagnosed ASPD mind turned into something precise, something dangerous. A machine. The underworld doesn't call her by name. They call her the flame behind the ghost don. The living requiem. Nyx. And when something like her sets her sights on a target? She takes. Uses. Burns everything necessary to get what she wants. And 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 became exactly that. There's nothing the Camorra king hates more than her-the ghost, the flame, the thorn in his side he's been chasing for years. The assassin behind the Russian don he wants nothing more than to take down. The one thing standing between him and full control over New York City. Blaze is forced to do the one thing he would rather die than do: Ally with the enemy. It was supposed to be simple. Temporary. Strategic. But temptation has always been a dangerous game, and Vera has never been the kind to walk away from a game. Especially one she knows she'll win. Because she's always ten steps ahead. And this time, she chose to play.

10 years. One doorstep. Two childhood lovers meet again.

In his diary, Lucien Ash retells the story of his first love.

The Criminal and His Runaway ❦ an enemies to lovers slowburn. . . . Helena left a world of polished lies, thinking freedom would be gentle. It wasn't. It looked like Elias Ashford. He hates her. She hates him. But nothing fuels chemistry like shared walls, sharp words- and the slow, dangerous shift from enemies to something much worse. . . . Not a single dull chapter ;) Warning: Suggestive content Slowburn Morally grey male lead You've been warned. Happy Reading!

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.