"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

Book 1 of the Leone series In Palermo, one name rules the streets - Riccardo Domenico Leone, the ruthless mafia boss known as Il Leone. When an arranged marriage binds him to Aurora Vittoria De Santis - a shy beauty with hidden fire - power turns into passion, and loyalty becomes love. But in a world built on blood and shadows, can a lion ever keep his bride safe? **this is a fast burn 🔥 story**

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗸 - 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀. When Isabella's sister disappears hours before her wedding, chaos erupts inside the grand Salvatore mansion. The media is waiting, the guests are whispering, and the powerful Mafia family stands on the edge of humiliation. To protect the family's name, a single decision is made. Isabella - the quiet, graceful dancer who spent her life away from the world of blood and power - is forced to take her sister's place. She never imagined wearing the gown meant for another. She never imagined saying vows to a man who looked at her like she was a mistake. Dante Salvatore was never meant to lose control. Cold. Ruthless. Unforgiving - he lived by one rule: Never let emotions become weakness. But the moment Isabella steps into his world, everything begins to fracture. He despises her innocence, her defiance, her softness that doesn't belong in his empire of darkness. Yet, he can't look away. And she, despite every warning, can't seem to stay untouched by him. Between stolen glances and broken promises, love and hatred blur until neither can tell where one ends and the other begins. Secrets from the past start to resurface, threatening to destroy everything they're forced to build together. Because destiny may have replaced the bride... but it also awakened something far more dangerous - a love that was never meant to exist. And in a world where loyalty is bought with blood and betrayal comes dressed as devotion, both will learn that sometimes, the wrong beginning can lead to the most unforgettable story. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚.

25, Angel White moves into her father's mansion in Los Angeles, California. She didn't know her father had money stashed away in the house. She also didn't know that her father had a lot of enemies who wanted that money. She soon gets an uninvited surprise when a couple of men broke inside the house. Will Angel survive being hostage for days ?

Xoni, (ZA-NEE) a 17 year old girl on the verge of turning 18 and close to finishing high school meets a boy who makes her curious. This boy is unknown to her but definitely not the city. He is no one to play around with, and isn't very open to anyone but Xoni tickles his fancy. She is different, and he knows it. And now, he wants her. And won't stop at nothing until she is his.

Nyla Hopkins has been dating Don since she was in Highschool. On and off, toxic, and sensitive. She finally had enough but, he WONT let her go. What happens when Don takes it to the max? Read to find out😼 ***This book contains abusive content and sexual references*** -ALSO PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU ARE ON THE CORRECT NEXT CHAPTER. wattpad sometimes glitches after an ad and will cause you to skip a chapter.

It's something I can't explain just the things that you do

"I'm king innis bitch, don't get yo ass killed."

Nikolai sat on the edge of the bed like a shadow carved out of ice and fire. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms inked in thick black and scars I didn't recognize. His tie hung loose around his neck. One hand held a crystal tumbler of vodka, the other draped across his thigh, fingers lazily tapping. His hair was a little messy-like he'd been pacing, or running his hand through it for the last hour. But his eyes... They were clear. Sharp. Hungry. Focused on me. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I stood in the doorway, barefoot and flushed from the night, heart climbing up my throat. He didn't speak right away. Just looked me over like he was taking inventory of what was his. Then he spoke-in Russian, slow and deliberate: "Иди сюда котёнок." "Come here kitten" The air turned thick. Almost electric. I didn't move. My muscles locked, my mind racing. I could feel the alcohol slipping from my system, replaced by something sharper. Colder. Power. His power. I swallowed hard. "Nikolai..." He took a slow sip of vodka, never breaking eye contact. Then leaned forward slightly, voice low but lethal. "Don't make me have to come get you, котёнок." "Kitten"

"Winter, I don't want to be friends." Emerson whispered, softly, while slow tears cascaded down his tan flesh. As if her heart couldn't break anymore, it did. "Why?" Her soft voice cracked as new tears coated her hot cheeks. "Because I want to be more than friends with you." Emerson whispered even softer. And with that Winter's heart soared. He tugged a bit harder on her bottom lip and Winter let out a moan. Emerson took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Winter was hot all over her body. Their tongues slowly touched, sending their bodies into sensory override. He let out a groan as he released her swollen lips. Their foreheads pressed together, as they regained their breath. They definitely weren't friends anymore. ----- Copyright © 2021 Please don't judge, my first book. Trigger Warning: Irregular eating habits, emotions.