Blissfully married, surrounded by loyal friends and family, and the leaders of the eminent Sangue Mafia, Jasmine and Valentino Guerrero are the quintessence of a perfect couple. They are dangerous, bold, powerful and above all madly in love. Mere months after having tied the knot the newlyweds are faced with family drama, envy, jealousy and animosity from all sides. They say family is everything, but sometimes even the closest relatives tend to hide the darkest secrets. In addition to the internal strife, shadows from the past loom over the Guerrero household, bringing startling revelations, pain and old grudges to the surface while threatening the safety of the family as well as their loved ones. "Alright buddy, here's the deal. My wife is hungry, she's cold and tired, and frankly, so am I," Valentino said as he picked up a hammer and approached Alejandro. "Why not make this easier on everybody and just tell us where the files are? If you do that, I'll skip the foreplay and go straight to the fucking." "You idiot! You mixed up the phrases," I laughed. "It's, 'I'll skip the torture and go straight to the killing'. You're just horny babe, that's why you were thinking of foreplay and fucking." "I blame it on you tesoro. You and your sexy-as-hell body. Why, looking at you in this tight little leather skirt and lace top has all sorts of desirous thoughts running rampant through my brain," he groaned. I giggled and leaned against the wall, feeling proud of myself for being able to scramble Valentino's brains so easily, that too without even trying. Redirecting my attention to the matter at hand I saw Valentino raise the hammer and bring it down on Alejandro's knee, causing the latter to let out an anguished yell. "Where are the files?" he demanded. "F..fuck you! I'll never tell you!" Alejandro spat. Valentino looked back at me and I gave a helpless shrug. "He asked for it, so give it to him."

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

When Ana confronts her new neighbour after being kept up all night by his sex noises, she's mortified to discover he's none other than Freddie-the police officer who arrested her abusive ex-boyfriend last month. The pair interact only when necessary and do so with light-hearted insults and harmless pranks. But when a baby shows up on his doorstep with a note claiming to be his, Freddie suddenly needs his neighbour for more than just a casual flirt. They think their relationship is platonic, but when their attraction is no longer avoidable, they come up with one rule. Don't kiss. Everything else is up for grabs and if Ana can stick to that one rule, her heart will remain unbroken. She has no desire to fall in love and Freddie simply doesn't have time. They think it's the perfect agreement but when feelings intensify, it becomes clear their plan is failing. Secrets are unveiled. Hearts get broken. Love gets complicated.

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

"The rules for a Mafia wife were endless and strict. Once she entered into this life she would never be free. Women in the Mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations." A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a Mafia wife. Liliana Fiorenza, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, was not made to be a Mafia wife. Yet, she is forced to return to America and marry the infamous and secretive D'Onofrio heir. Marcello D'Onofrio, the heir to the D'Onofrio legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work. Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - one who fights him at every turn. TW: Contains violence, assault, depression, and covers the topic of suicide. COMPLETED / BEING EDITED

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

It starts with a contract, not a love story. After a mission in Spain goes wrong, Aleksandra Mikhailovna Dragunova, Moscow's Bratva princess, is ordered to marry the lion of Sicily to stop a war. One wrong deal. One betrayal. One forced marriage between two empires that should never mix... and a slow-burn obsession that could burn them all. Hunted by her own world and driven out of every safe house and city, Aleksandra has one way left to survive: align with the Spadaro family. A ring she never wanted becomes her only shield. Domiziano Massimo Spadaro, Underboss and the heir to the Black Lion's crown, was raised on blood oaths and loyalty. His loyalty is the kind that makes men fear his name more than the law. When the contract lands on his desk, he doesn't see a bride; he sees a liability wrapped in strategy. A Dragunov. A woman he is ordered to claim, never trust. Aleksandra led men who killed at her word and bled at her feet. Her rules were simple: freedom over fairy tales. Power over promises. Control over love. They walk into the marriage as enemies, bound by ink, not choice. They promise themselves one thing: do not fall. ~~~ "He was supposed to be my protection. Not my addiction." ~ Aleksandra Dragunova

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

A high trained Assassin is betrayed by her former lover, also known as the Royal's Son. The story takes place in Elisora, known for it's dark secrets and overpowering rulers, will anyone be free? [IN NEED OF SERIOUS EDITING] This is a dual POV book. Sneak peek ;) "What are you doing here Ace?" I whispered. He took a step towards me. My breath hitched. "Victoria, you really thought I would let you get away with everything you planned? Just because your rotten little family died? God you people are so oblivious." I took a step back; his words were drenched in venom. "B-but... y-you...I" I choked on my own words. "Oh please, you really thought I was in love with you? It was my plan all along. To get into your pity group, find out your backstories, fall in love with you, find out your master plan and destroy it." Tears pricked my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. I wouldn't let him see me suffer. I wouldn't. Before I could process anything that had just come out of his mouth, he lunged at me.