When 20-year-old Fallon Lopez lays eyes on a man who's quite a few years older than her, she immediately feels an attraction toward the mysterious man. She finds herself being drawn to him, feeling a spark grow between them and the tension grow thicker by each passing minute. Though, who knew that he was the man she could never have? . . . "You're playing a dangerous game." "Maybe losing has a sweeter taste than victory."

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."

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- 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 -A second-chance enemies-to-lovers mafia romance- 'Till death do us part' was so much more than a vow for them It was Keira's refuge, Nikolai's sanity, and their redemption. Keira fell hard, they loved harder, but her secrets were closing in, and when she died in his arms, he'd hoped he did too. Except he never could have imagined that the wife he'd been morning for eight years was alive. He wanted to break her for ruining him. She vowed to fight him for it. However, they didn't consider that it was no longer about them. They had enemies who were waiting, empires built on blood, and in their passion filled games they forgot that all it would take was one breath for both of their lies and deciet to catch up, and destroy everything they weren't ready to lose all over again. ♤ ♡ ◇ ♧ Copyrights© 2020 @averymarinoxo All rights reserved. Warning: This story is a dark mafia romance. It contains substance abuse, explicitly sexual scenes, and violence. Reader discretion is advised.

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

An Arranged Marriage | A Broken King | A Shattered Queen | A Second Chance at Love Raghav Raghuvanshi - the aloof, cold-hearted upcoming king of Rajasthan - has only one soft corner left in his life: his three-month-old son. After a loveless marriage and a betrayal that shook his soul, Raghav built walls no one could break. Enter Siya Sharma - a simple government school teacher with a haunted past of her own. Plagued by panic attacks and shadows she can't escape, Siya never imagined her fate would tie her to a man as emotionally distant as Raghav. But destiny has its own plans. When Siya becomes the chosen bride in a last-minute twist of fate, she's thrust into a royal palace full of secrets, scars, and silent hearts. Can two broken souls, both too scared to trust, find healing in each other? Can a child's innocent smile bridge the gap between a guarded father and a wounded bride? And when past secrets resurface, will their silent hearts finally learn to speak the language of love? A story of emotional healing, slow-burn romance, and whispered promises - Silent Hearts will leave you breathless and teary-eyed.

ISHAN'S BEDROOM, MIDNIGHT The air is heavy with desire. Rain taps softly against the windows, but inside, the heat between them crackles louder than any storm. Jiya's back hits the wall, his body pressing into hers, their breaths tangled. Jiya (voice low, teasing): "You always touch me like you own me." Ishan (smirking, lips brushing her ear); "That's because you let me. Every damn time." Jiya (tilting her head, eyes dark with heat); "Maybe I ilke the way your hands feel when I forget who I am." Ishan (trailing his fingers down har thigh): "Then let me make you forget everything... except me." Jlya (biting her lip, breath catching): "You already have." lshan (lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wall): "Good. Because I want your mind hazy, your body trembling and my name, the only thing you remember when you fall apart." Jiya (moaning softly, wrapping her legs around him): "You're dangerous, Ishan." Ishan (smiling darkly lips grazing her): "And you're mine." Ishan (voice dark and possessive): "Tell me how much you want me, baby?" Jiya (breath hitching, voice trembling): "Ishan... please... I can't..." Ishan grinning, lips brushing against her ear): "Let go. I'm here. No holding back." Jiya (arching, gasping as pleasure overtakes her); "Ahh! I.... I can't... you're..." Ishan (tightening his grip on her curves): "Scream my name. Show me you're mine."

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."