"You're sorry?" he repeated, his deep and raspy voice reaching my ears from across the room. I nodded. His dark eyes the same shade as the night looked me up and down. "Why don't you get on your knees and show me how sorry you are." All it took was one glance. Five years ago, Ezra Atlas laid his eyes on Lilac Winter. He had never seen somebody so beautiful. He knew, just from that one look, she would be his, and only his. Wanting to live her life in freedom, Lilac escapes to a different country. Hiding. Hoping that the man obsessed with her, will never find her. But nothing could stop Ezra from finding her. Time is slowly catching up. He is slowly catching up. And once he gets his hands on Lilac again, She will be his, forever.

"I want to bite his heart. And she is his heart." The merciless most-wanted criminal Cristiano Morozov bleeds hatred and breathes revenge. The rage inside his tainted heart will only be satiated when he's able to get revenge on the President. So, he sets his soulless eyes on her. The president's daughter.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

Sugar's addicting. So is she. Graham Davis has two addictions: Hockey-and Gracie Daniels. (Not that he knows it yet.) At St. Brown University, Gracie Daniels is the golden girl. Blonde ponytail, perfect smile, always saying yes. So when she's asked to manage PR for the hockey team, she agrees-hoping to help thaw their notoriously icy captain. But Graham Davis doesn't melt. He's distant, guarded, and doesn't need help from a pink-sweater-wearing perfectionist... until he starts noticing things he shouldn't. Skipped meals. Covered bruises. Flinches too small to be accidental. Gracie is sweet, bright, and hiding more than anyone knows. And Graham can't stop looking.

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, explicit sexual content, territorial behavior, possessive male lead, rough sexual themes, dirty talk, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! Roman Creed spends his nights drenched in blood, sweat, and violence on the ice as Blackcrest University's golden hockey captain - feared by opponents, worshipped by everyone else. Loriana Waters spends hers cleaning up injuries for the team as the new sports rehab assistant, trying to ignore the arrogant players who treat the world like it belongs to them. Especially Roman. But hatred turns dangerous fast when every fight between them feels charged with something darker. The kind of tension that lingers in crowded locker rooms, heated stares across campus bars, and rough hands that stay a second too long. Roman wants control. Loriana refuses to give it to him. And somewhere between obsession and desire, they start destroying each other in the most intoxicating way possible. Roman Creed I've spent my whole life taking what I want. Wins. Respect. Control. Then Loriana Waters walks into my arena looking at me like I'm something to survive instead of worship. She fights me at every turn - and it only makes me want her more. Loriana Waters Roman Creed is brutal in every sense of the word. On the ice, in my head, every time he gets too close. He's possessive, infuriating, impossible to ignore... and I'm starting to realize the worst thing I could do is want him back.

"You call me your safe heaven, Sunflower. You think I hold your hand because I'm a good friend. I hold it because the second you step out of my sight, the static in my head gets so loud I have to butcher someone just to make it stop. You are the only quiet thing in my mind. If you ever try to leave me in the dark, I will drown this entire fucking city in so much blood you'll have no choice but to slip right back into my arms." - Landon Ashford To Hazel Bloom, Landon Ashford is a saint. He is her safe haven, her best friend, and Ardencrest's flawless Golden Prince. She has absolutely no idea she is holding the leash to a psychopath. Behind his polite smiles, Landon is a feral predator biologically tethered to her presence. Hazel thinks her bullies simply leave campus; she doesn't know Landon is slaughtering them in the alleyways. She thinks he's just fiercely protective; she doesn't know he hacks her vitals to listen to her heartbeat just to survive the night. Landon has orchestrated a flawless, blood-soaked illusion so her gentle heart never has to touch the dark. But when the mask inevitably slips, Hazel will realize her sanctuary is a cage. He isn't hiding her from the monsters. He is the monster. And he is on his knees for her. "The Golden Prince | 18+" is the second book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series.{Can be read as a standlone}

Destroy Me. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ "You like that?" Kit whispered. "You like it when I stroke your little clit?" I whimpered, shifting against Alistair who held me down. "Be nice, Kit," Jason said. "She's new to this." Kit just crawled up and pressed his lips to mine. "What do you say, baby? Should I be nice?" "Please..." I begged. "Please, what, princess?" "Ruin me," I begged, "destroy me." "Oh, honey," Raven leaned forward. "We've already started." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emma Rivers had noticed something odd back in October, five men who'd been following her around. but it wasn't until winter when they came out of the shadows. They played with her, teased her, left around little keepsakes... tormenting her. Kidnapping her. Five stalkers, five psychopaths... five lustful monsters. They might've been playful now, but it wouldn't have been long before the drove to destroy her.

"That's it, hardening up for daddy. What a good boy." I grunted, moaning and tipping my head back. "Let's pull it out," he mused. "Oh... someone's excited today, isn't he?" "No," I choked. "Liar." He chuckled, pulling his hand up and down my length. I groaned. "We can't." "Shhhh..." he cooed, "no talking. But once you're ready to scream my name, feel free." "Scream your...?" He flicked on a lighter, gently lowering it to my cock. It didn't even touch my skin. I screamed out, "WOLF! WOLF! WAIT! WAIT!" "See?" he said, grinning. "Like that." ~~~~~ We used to be childhood friends, he took care of me, avenged me, protected me. And the day I graduated, I forgot him. And he wasn't happy about that. While I spent my days, not able to recall my childhood friend, while I didn't recognize his face or his voice. He grew insane... and then he started plotting. Plotting to destroy me, to hurt me, to burn me. If there's one thing I should've learned, Don't tempt the punisher. Because he loves to make you scream. ***this is a malexmale romance***