" you what? " " i killed them. I might've not wanted this marriage but you're still my wife. " ________________________________________________ SECOND BOOK IN NEEDED ME SERIES CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck. "You think so?" He asks. "Yes, yes I do." "Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw. When he says that I feel my heart do a million flips over and over again, his words beginning to play through my head as I stare at the man in shock. Only for you. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝐙𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 She's a woman of a traumatic past. Sold to the Mafia at the age of seven. It's not something easy to have been experiencing, especially after having your mother pass away only two years before. But of course with every traumatic past brings out a strong, bold and undeniably attractive woman. One who is feared in the dangerous underworld of the mafia. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. ❝ I want to be in your mind every waking moment, your heart and fucking soul. The same way you're in mine. ❞ Started - 06/07/22 Finished - 22/12/22

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐢," He spoke as I slid down onto his cock. I gripped his shoulders for support as I suppressed my moan. "𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭," I said, burying my face in his neck. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲," he replied, his hands resting on my ass. It would be so much easier if he wasn't this damn big. ...... Meilani Brown wasn't the type to date frequently or be sexually active. So, when she's at a bar trying to move on from her ex and a handsome man comes up to her, why wouldn't she take him as a rebound? She never imagined that a one-night stand could have such an impact on her life. Angelo Romano is a well-known figure in the underground world. While he's connected to the mafia, he also manages his own enterprise involving the export and import of drugs and weapons. What will happen when Meilani discovers she has just fucked her brother's enemy?

"Touch me, Blaze... and you'll remember me every time something beautiful dies." -- She was the only sin he'd die to confess. So he destroyed his kingdom for her absolution. -- 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. Power built their world. Power destroyed it. She pulled the trigger that turned his hate into a kingdom of fire, and now fate binds them to the same war. Hate keeps them sharp. Hate keeps them alive. But hate is just another mask for power. And when it cracks, they'll both discover the cost of letting go. -- In a city ruled by blood and silence, some names are spoken only in whispers. New York breathes violence like smoke-its kings crowned in crime, its peace bought in bodies. Blaze Marino, heir to a fractured Italian empire, doesn't believe in myths. He believes in control. In power. In pain as currency. But when a woman with white hair and a scar like prophecy crashes a masquerade of monsters, everything changes. She moves like fire. Vanishes like smoke. Leaves no name, no trail-just destruction and desire. And with her, the game changes. As alliances crack and old ghosts crawl from the shadows, Blaze finds himself caught between revenge and something far more dangerous: curiosity. Obsession. A pull he can't explain. They say saints die young. But what if she was never a saint at all? And if she was- maybe she always knew how her story would end. 𝕿 𝖍 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖘 𝖆 𝖘 𝖙 𝖔 𝖗 𝖞 𝖆 𝖇 𝖔 𝖚 𝖙 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖓 𝖓 𝖊 𝖗 𝖆 𝖓 𝖉 𝖍 𝖊 𝖗 𝖈 𝖔 𝖓 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓 𝖊 𝖗 Tropes / Themes: ✦ Mafia · Enemies AND Lovers/Yearners · Don x Assassin ✦ Russian x Italian · Dark Romance · Slow Burn ✦ Antihero · Psychological Tension

Assistant during the day, and a stripper by night. With loans that needed paying off, Samai had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Recently catching the eye of her boss Lorenzo Moretti, she tries her best to resist him, but Mr. Moretti is persistent. He always get what he wants and he wants her. How long will Samai be able to resist the charms of Lorenzo?

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

Her back rested upon his front, he wrapped one hand around her throat and the other hand cupped her heat. He leaned his tall frame down to her petite figure before letting out a low growl. "You better learn some respect before I fuck that tight pussy of yours." Ignoring the moisture between her legs and urge to be touched in ways she could never imagine, Dream spun around and mirrored his previous actions in an act of defiance and wrapped 𝗵𝗲𝗿 hand around 𝗵𝗶𝘀 throat, tip toed to reach his height and whispered in his ear... "I dare you bitch." _________☘︎︎♧︎☘︎︎_________ Dream Carter is a boss in a mans world and doesn't take shit from anyone but what happens when a certain 6'5 grey-eyed billionaire who is what every woman wants and what every man wants to be, walks into her life and turns shit upside down? well read to find out motherfucker. (completed and edited.) WARNING! MATURE CONTENT.