"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making the knot in her stomach tighten. Storm took the safety off the gun, glaring at her with those piercing arctic eyes of his. "Scream for me, pet." Sophia screamed. ❦ Sophia Morales' life shattered when her family fell victim to a brutal murder, orchestrated by Viktor "Storm" Osipova, a notorious hitman entangled in the dark web of the Russian mafia. Storm's brutality had forever marked the girl's life. Storm took everything from her and, in turn, threw the young girl into an orphanage, only to be tossed from family to family, enduring abuse and neglect. For years, Sophia's insatiable thirst for retribution grew, twisting into something far darker and more sinister than mere revenge. Storm became the object of her obsession as her anger transcended a simple wish for revenge, particularly as she grew up parentless and deprived of affection. But vengeance alone was not what drove the young girl. Her obsession with Storm grew with each passing day she was abused by the very system his actions had inadvertently thrown her into. For several years, she had been stalking him, waiting for the perfect moment to exact her revenge and unveil the enigmatic layers of the man who had torn her world apart, as the line between vengeance and obsession blurred. Sophia was determined to avenge her family-even if it meant taking a life in their name.

"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.

After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 - 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅.

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

"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.

❝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

Ardian Ellison is a highly adored psychiatrist. So, when he's tasked with assessing the new inmate at the prison he works for, he doesn't back down from the challenge She's intelligent, manipulative, sociopathic and dangerous. And he finds his life falling apart before he's even caught up Ivelle Honeycutt was imprisoned five years ago. And ever since, she's been scheming and manipulating every person she's come into contact with trying to get out again. To escape So when she's presented with Ardian Ellison, her new psychiatrist, she sees an opportunity as well as a game. 18+