"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.

❝Book 2 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series "You're so wet," he groans, grinding his hips up in tight circles that hit something devastating inside me. "Dripping all over me, baby. 𝘊𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰─you're making a mess." His pace quickens, and I match it instinctively, hips rolling, back arching. Each thrust punches a breath from my lungs. "Luciano," I whisper, rocking frenetically my hips to meet his rhythm. "We need to be quick. They're gonna come out─any second─" His dark eyes flash up at me, pupils blown wide with lust and his grip tightens under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can thrust deeper, faster. "Then be quiet. Or don't. Let them hear how their good little Paris lets me fuck her like a whore during a family gathering."❞ *** After three years apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 is finally returning to the life and love she left behind. College in New York was challenging, especially with the strain of a long-distance relationship and her father's disapproval of her love for 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, his best friend. But now, she's back, and her relationship with Luciano is stronger than ever. Their love? Unstoppable. Their passion? Absolutely scorching. Sex? Downright sinful and addictive. BDSM has become their playground, a love language Paris is quickly learning to speak fluently. But just when she thinks nothing can tear them apart, the past comes knocking. A ghost resurfaces, threatening to destroy everything they've built. As old wounds are reopened and tensions rise, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Faced with unexpected challenges, Paris begins to question everything and wonder if their love can withstand the storm. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: December 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: July 12-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬