"No one speaks to me the way you have been lately" He warned, his eyes trained on mine. "What are you going to do, kill me?" I answered back, my gaze focused only on his kissable full lips. "Much worse." I didn't have time to comprehend anything before he gripped my hips and slammed me down onto the bed, making my breath hitch. My hair had covered my face from the impact, very quickly I pushed it out of my way when Luca hovered over my body, his hands holding him up on each side of me. "Wha-" He shut me up by placing his lips on mine, making my entire insides melt. Sparks jolted throughout my body as his soft lips molded with mine, he kissed me with so much need and urgency that a quiet moan unexpectedly escaped from me... ••• Luca Vendor, the name that shoots shivers down people's spines. He's dark and mysterious, never loved and has always been taught to show zero emotion. When he comes across Kimberly Folin, a beautiful American woman, he's intrigued by her sassy attitude and ability to turn him down. Usually, a woman would drop their pants at the site of him, but Kimberly is very different. Not planning on letting her go anytime soon, he decides on asking for her to teach him how to be gentle, just for her. But when Luca causes trouble with a Russian leader, innocent Kimberly is thrown into a world full of danger... - HIGHEST RANKS: #1 in Love story #1 in Italian #4 in Adult Romance #9 in Romance ⚠️Mature themes, violence & strong language⚠

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

+18 When Leonardo Ford takes over his father's Company He doesn't just take over the Business. but also her...and everything, she's touched, breathed, smelt or tasted. Anything can happen In The Office.... WARNING: This story contains dark themes, degrading, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

✧･ﾟ: ⚠︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 :･ﾟ✧ this story includes: • sexual themes ✧ • explicit intimate content ✧ • bdsm‑coded dynamics ✧ • mafia + organized crime elements ✧ • violence + death‑related themes ✧ read responsibly, stay hydrated, and enjoy the chaos ♡ ✦ ✧ ✦ Marriage comes with stress ❧ and Briar is already drowning in it. She just got married, her grandmother now lives close by full‑time, she's trying to settle into newlywed life, and she's designing an entirely new home from the ground up. Everything is shifting at once... and it's starting to take a toll. Then she's attacked by a group of strangers she can't even identify ❧ and everything changes. Nikolai reacts the only way he knows how: he locks the world out and takes her to Russia under one rule - ❧ no one sees her ❧ no one touches her ❧ no one even breathes near her without consequences He protects her fiercely while she navigates emotional and physical changes, and the only people allowed near her are family. Uncle Lucien stands beside Nikolai - but he isn't just watching. He's hunting. Every person involved in Briar's attack, and anyone who knew and stayed silent, is being found one by one ❧ Briar is rising. Her enemies are falling. And as usual, her family isn't forgiving.

✦❧✦ CONTENT WARNING ✦❧✦ The Drug Princess contains mature themes intended for adult readers, including: ✦ intense mafia and organized‑crime elements ✦ depictions of violence and high‑stakes danger ✦ graphic references to injury and death ✦ dark emotional themes and psychological tension ✦ consensual adult intimacy ✦ power‑exchange dynamics within a BDSM context ✦ "Sir" honorifics and dominance‑based relationship structures ✦ morally grey characters and ethically complex choices This story blends dark romance, crime drama, and psychological intensity. If these themes are not your preference, please read with care. ✦ ✧ ✦ Briar‑Belle LeBlanc was born with the world at her feet - old money, old power, and a legacy soaked in Russian steel and Creole fire. She knows exactly who she is... and she never apologizes for it. But she doesn't brag either. Queens don't need to. When her grandfather, Sergei Rousseau, gives Nikolai Volkov a brutal choice - ❧ love her and protect her or ❧ die trying - Nikolai chooses the first without hesitation. But loving Briar isn't simple. She's surrounded by men who would kill for her without blinking, women who would burn cities for her name, and two sassy leopards who bite everyone except her. In a world where loyalty is lethal and affection is a weapon, Briar and Nikolai must navigate: ❧ morally grey decisions ❧ dangerous alliances ❧ family secrets ❧ blood‑deep loyalty ❧ and a romance intense enough to start wars Can their love survive the weight of an empire... or will the world Sergei built swallow them whole? ❧ dark romance ❧ mafia legacy ❧ Creole + Russian power ❧ dangerous devotion ❧ two leopards with too much attitude

Kida-Rose was just your average everyday girl, living a simple life. She was a college student by day and worked in a quaint cafe by night. When she wasn't studying or working she spent her time lounging around and spending time with her crazy best friend and annoying older brother. She didn't think of herself as anything special and mostly stayed to herself. Sinclair Gambino was far from normal, an incubus prince and the future king of lust; the only reason he came to earth was to get away from his parents and in doing that he managed to find his mate. Of course she had to toy with her a bit before he could fully reveal himself and when he does the two go for a wild ride, with a few ups and downs in the mix but nothing can stop her from being his.... Babygirl

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!