"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Blackwell Boarding School is swarmed with cameras that prey on the students in order to film for the reality TV show that shows an exclusive inside to an elite school. Zora McQueen avoids the glistening TV screen when her nudes are spread around campus, instead taking comfort with the only other person who keeps secrets from the public. Alluring mystery and dubbed slut, Eliott Hearse. Except now, Eliott is missing and no one has the faintest idea where she could've gone. Taking matters into her own hands, Zora believes that the answers may lie in Eliott's favourite game: chess. Partnering with the school's best chess club player, Arwyn Truong, Zora learns that not everything is as it seems and that perhaps the old school holds far more secrets than they'd care to admit. Some secrets hitting dangerously close to home. In order to see things for what they are and find her friend, Zora must escape the gossip and cameras that follow her closely and embrace the title she adorns. The only way to do that? Follow the Slut's Guide to Chess. [2022 Watty's Shortlist] [Featured on Wattpad Editors' Picks, April 2021 + 2023]

Evie: Rowan Alastair Volkov had been my biggest nightmare and rival since I met him. He was like a shadow I couldn't shrug off. Perhaps my own. With his arrogance, his snide remarks, his grumpy frown, and his sadistic smirk, he proved to be the one thing standing in my way to a happy life and a happy ending. Regardless of our history and families, we were strangers. That was until the one link separating us shattered. What I never imagined was Rowan asking me for help. Asking me to be his wife. On paper only. Worse? I never imagined falling for him. We signed ourselves away to certain terms & truths, but now, everything was different. Because I fell in love with him beyond those terms. Rowan: Evie Rose Spencer has been the epitome of an annoying thorn in my side that I can't pull out. I've done everything to escape her. With her sarcastic wit, her confident facade, her brighter-than-the-sun smile, and her sparkly ocean blue eyes, I'd come to hate her more than anybody I'd ever met. But, we had an understanding. Be strangers. Then my whole life began to fall apart all thanks to one inheritance will. I was meant to take the seat beside my older brother and run the Volkov empire. In order for me to take what I inherited, I had to be married and make it last a whole year. If I failed, everything I wanted would be taken from me. The best shot I had at finding a new wife was marrying a stranger. But fate tied me down to Evelyn. We signed ourselves away to certain terms & truths, but if she breaks them, she'll have no one to blame but herself. Breaking her heart was inevitable with this marriage license. No matter those terms. . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED INSPIRED BY - MARRIAGE FOR ONE, THE FINE PRINT, AND TERMS & CONDITIONS <3

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

"He took my life. I took his control." When a nightclub owner is kidnapped by Chicago's most powerful Italian mafia don, captivity turns into a dangerous test of will, desire, survival, and maybe a little bit of love. ... Luciana Moretti built her empire in neon lights and loud music; not blood and violence. When she's kidnapped from her own nightclub and forced into a marriage with Chicago's most feared mafia don, she becomes a prisoner in a world ruled by his power and obsession. But Luciana was never meant to be owned, and she will escape no matter the cost. Salvatore Valenti doesn't chase. He takes. As Chicago's most powerful Italian mafia don, he's used to being feared, obeyed, and desired. But the woman who owns his favourite nightclub never even looked at him and that was her biggest mistake. He saw her that night he and decided she belonged to him. Marriage isn't a proposal to him. It's a sentence. ... But in a marriage with undeniable fire between them, is Luciana's real danger being trapped with him or falling for him? *** Top rankings: #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in mafialove #1 in betrayal #1 in eroticromance #1 in obsession #1 in possessive #2 in romance #2 in forcedmarriage #3 in mafia #3 in darkromance

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.

PLEASE READ MY BIO! Complete on Dreame and Ao3 Dax Whitlock is bored. He lives a boring life as a CEO of his company, doing the same exact thing day in and day out. He hopes to find something interesting at the popular kink club he owns called The Closet, but finds that there's nobody that can satisfy him the way that he wants. Just as he starts to lose hope in finding something to shake up his life, he meets a new, young boy that may just be what he's been looking for all this time. Noel Grayson is always looking for a challenge. What better way to satisfy his competitive nature than to beat his brother at his own game. BDSM. Changes come when he starts to question if he's in over his head thinking that he could become a perfect sub. Will things come crashing down when he realizes that it's not the game he thought it would be? Note: this book and the book 'Mercy' are a duology but can be read as stand alones Warning: • VERY MATURE THEMES • Mental Illness • Abuse • BDSM (obviously)

"I'm marrying your daughter." "W-what do mean you're marrying my daughter?" "James, you failed to pay what you owe so now I'm going to take something from you, your daughter and I shall make her my wife." "P-please, I don't want her or my wife to know about my gambling addiction." "It's a bit late for that... Don't you think?" * * * Valentina Rosetta Martinez, 22 years old. She has a normal life... Or so she thinks that she does , she works in a small cafe and she lives with her mum and dad. The thing she doesn't know is her dad has a gambling addiction, her mum doesn't know either and things are getting worse for her dad. What happens when James, Valentina's dad has to give her away to Luca Marino, the 25 year old ruthless billionaire playboy? Secrets will unfold... There will be heartbreak, love and betrayal.

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in. Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Nathaniel A decade of memories, gone. A marriage I don't remember and a wife my heart refuses to forget. I woke up in a hospital bed to a harsh truth. An accident. A surgery and ten years erased off my life. The woman beside me is my wife. I remember her name. But not the love we shared. My body knows her, is drawn to her in ways my mind can't explain. She doesn't ask me to remember, but the past lingers in every glance and every unspoken word we share. I may not recall our love, but something deep inside whispers, I was hers once. And maybe, despite everything... I still am. --------------------------------- Misha He looks at me and sees a stranger. Not his wife, not his love but the girl he used to know. Ten years of us gone in an instant. I knew this might happen. I knew saving him meant losing the version of him that was mine. But I chose it anyway. Because I would rather live in the wreckage of our love than in a world without him at all. So I stand beside him. I smile when he falters. I steady him when he breaks. I ask for nothing but give him everything, hoping that some part of him still recognises me. He may have forgotten our love. But I'll remember enough for both of us. I will fight for the man I know is still buried inside him. Because he was mine once. And no matter how lost he is... I will not let him go.