Alejandro is a ruthless Mafia leader who is used to getting everything he wants and more. Chy is a strong black woman who doesn't take crap from anyone and anything. What happens when the two meet? *** "Oh wait I think I do remember you, we met at Toris party right? You were the one who had a big ass ego." She snaps her fingers as if the memory is coming back to her. "Yea, that's right. Now I remember, how many I help you?" She smiles. I step forward gripping her throat tightly. "It seems you need a reminded of just how big my ego is Bella." I lean in and roughly bite her bottom lip with my teeth pulling on it. I expect her to back up but she doesn't, she stands her ground. She steps closer to me pressing her throat into my grip. She is always full of surprises, she is so enticing. #8 in black woman 10/15/21 #4 in Bwwm 10/21/21 #2 in black girl 10/23/21 #2 in killing 01/07/2022

★★★ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Imani was only working there for necessary means, only for Kazimir to come and change it all. Forced to face reality with her past, discoveries, and open fresh wounds, A developing partnership with Kazimir. What could go wrong? The Ex-Queenpin of the Sinaloa Cartel and The Russian Mob. Possibly everything. ★★★ Once you're in you can't get out, that's how it is when you're involved with crime. There is no easy way to get out, but I did get out or so I thought.

{Book 2} When there is a war brewing in the mafia world, Ceasar sends the children to spend some time with Mell and Yury in Trinidad hoping to protect them from any incoming danger. When they arrive on the island, little did they know they were going to be dealing with a new kind of adventure and threat of their own. "Hey there, Cas," Yurmel said while leaning on the doorway to my class. "Beat it, Kozlov," I said folding my arms Laughing he passed his hand on his face and said "Or what? Daddy's not here to protect his princess" "I would watch your mouth if I was you," Vlad said coming up to us "You're on my territory now Ghost," Yurmel said walking up to him, showing him that he isn't afraid of him. Here we go again...

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

/ˌserənˈdipədē/ (n.) To find something good without looking for it "they annoying," I said quietly. He leaned on the counter beside me, close enough I could feel his shoulder. "yeah," he murmured, eyes soft. "but I'm only here for you anyway."

Tommie Abrams is a 23 year old single mother of a hyper , adorable little boy whose father died on his way to see his son born. Brendan Dickerson is a 26 year old billionaire and CEO with a chain of hotels . Tommie and Brendan see each other again for a long time at her parent's coffee shop , which her family owns in a San Francisco. " Why do you keep staring at me ?" " You're beautiful ." "No , I'm not." I walked up to Tommie standing in front of me. I saw her chest rising rather quickly. She backed up until she hit my desk. I grabbed her thighs and kissed her softly. We didn't hear the door open when a little voice said , " Mommy !" There are many surprises that she is not ready for but are you ??

A not so innocent nymphomaniac comes across two sexy men trying to steal her heart. What happens when she wants them both? "Can I have you both?" No MXM Rankings ⭐️ #1 in Emo #1 in Mature #1 in Sexy #1 in Relationship #1 in Drama #1 in Love #1 in Trouple #1 in ALT ©Copyright 2024. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie on wattpad.com. Thank you. SEXUAL CONTENT

Wild Series Book 2 CANNOT BE READ AS STANDALONE MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk ⚠️ "Every villain is the hero of their own story." Rankings ⭐️ #15 in illegal #21 in Cartel ©Copyright 2022. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

When a beautiful African girl just starting her adulthood is kidnapped from her country and sold off to the Mafia, her life does a full 360. Will she be able to cope? ############### *She quickly gets on her knees and bows in front of me. "What are you atoning for?" I ask "I b-broke your cologne. I didn't mean to. I s-swear, it was a mistake. I was wiping the counter and I didn't see it, all I saw was the bottle broken on the floor and the carpet wet." She explains panicky. "And?" I ask trying not to sound amused. The sight in front of me is pleasing. The things I do to women on thier knees "I accept whatever punishment the Don gives" she says*

18+ Vodka sloshed over the rim of his glass, dripping down his wrist, forgotten. He said something in Russian, voice harsh and jagged like broken glass. "Что за хуйня это?" "What the fuck is that?" I froze. "What...?" He moved. In two steps, he was in front of me. His hand came fast but i moved back slightly until I stumbled and fell onto the bed. My knees hit the edge i gasped, landing hard. My hands clutched the mattress as I looked up at him, heart hammering. He was a storm in a suit. Hair disheveled. Chest rising fast. And his eyes-those cold, blue eyes-burned with something close to betrayal. His gaze didn't move from the mark on my skin. The one that man at the club left without thinking. The one I was too drunk to stop. I felt it now. A small, bruised patch near my collarbone. A warning in flesh. He leaned in, so close I could smell the vodka on his breath. "Я предупреждал тебя, девочка." "I warned you, little girl." His voice was low and brutal. He yanked the belt from around his waist in one sharp pull, the leather hissing through the loops like a threat i couldn't stop my tears i couldn't stop thinking about the inevitable punishment I was facing. His other hand tugged the last button of his shirt open, baring the hard lines of his chest. He didn't look away from me once. I couldn't move. He looked down at me with a calm so deadly it scared me more than his rage. Then, calmly said: "Take off the jumper" "Or I'll rip it off myself"