[COMPLETE] [MATURE] ❝Revenge is a bitch, I'll make it my bitch. ❞ Mars Matthews was anything but innocent. She was sarcastic, talkative, some even say cold hearted. She had a dark past which she tried hard to forget about. Not knowing how much her life is about to change when her eyes meet the cold green ones. Vincent Black the leader of the Italian Mafia. He was everything you expected him to be. Cold hearted, daddy issues, killer. He had no luck in love or anything involving happiness. Being the possessive shit he is, he took Mars all for himself when he saw her laughing at gunpoint. What happens when Mars finds out truths about her family that was supposed to be buried. *** "I thought I did not have you anymore." I muttered, embarrassment seeping through my body and I looked down. He moved closer so his lips touched mine and he took my bottom lip between his, biting softly. "You own me, love." he murmured against my lips as his free hand rested behind my head. *** "And if the devil was to ever see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent." Warning: this book has a messy plot and the smut isn't that good bc I was a teenager writing 18+ shit, so do not expect detailed smut. Some ppl said it's good but idk. IN NEED OF EDITING. #1 in funny 10/10/2021 #4 in badass 10/10/2021 #3 in knife 10/10/2021 #3 in female 12/10//2021 #14 in sibling 16/10/2021 #1 in job 31/10/2021 #1 in sad 07/01/2022

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Lonzo Mattia doesn't like strangers. When his underboss, Gabriel, invites his sister, Alexia, to stay at their house when her parents can no longer guarantee her safety, Lonzo is anything but pleased. The last thing he needs is something else to worry about, he only wants to build his empire without distractions. Alexia Dalton knows what she wants in life. After being brought up by vigilantes, Alexia wants to make a different path from the one that is set out for her. But when she moves into the mafia boss's house, nothing is simple when there are two mutual feelings between them. Hate and a lot of uncontrollable lust. Neither of them want to admit that they love the taste of it. ✧ ✧ ✧ Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Brother's boss/best friend - Forbidden Love - Strong FMC/Grumpy MMC - He falls first and harder - Dark themes - Spicy scenes

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.

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

"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."

Penelope pouts her lips and squeezes her eyeballs shut, scrunching her nose. "What the hell are you doing?" "I'm thinking." "Looks like a lot of effort to think." ~~ Penelope is a local sunshine girl trying to get through life and make friends. She's always optimistic and tries to find the best in people, even if those people, are the ones that hurt her. Parker is a grumpy, mechanic. His mind is always racing and body always tense. He doesn't express himself way others do. He's cold, and arrogant, until a little sunshine comes into his life.

His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart. Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness. Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in. Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead