"My brother's going to kill us if he finds you with me." Saint's expression didn't change. "I know." "So why do you keep showing up?" I ask, sighing. His eyes found mine. "Because you're here." ✦ ✦ ✦ Eleanor Hayes has known exactly who she wanted to be since she was little: a surgeon. Growing up with one of New York City's most respected surgeons as a father made the dream feel less like a possibility and more like destiny. Saint Huxley is the kind of name people at Crestwood Academy know long before they ever meet him. As the son of the man behind one of the world's largest private banking empires, he should have been polished, disciplined, and respectable. Instead, Saint is reckless, volatile, and impossible to ignore. By day, he's the boy teachers keep an eye on and students know better than to provoke. By night, he disappears into the city's underground, stepping into illegal boxing rings where bruises heal faster than reputations. Eleanor has spent years staying as far away from Saint Huxley as possible. His reputation alone is reason enough, but the fact that he and her older brother, Rafe, can barely stand to be in the same room only reinforces the rule. The problem is that the line between hate and something else is a lot thinner than Eleanor ever expected.

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.

𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 was the kind of girl people talked about before she even walked into the room. Too loud. Too reckless. Always somewhere she shouldn't be, dressed in silk and bad decisions, chasing the next thrill like she had something to outrun. As the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families, she grew up around blood and power, but Gianna never let it tame her. If anything, it made her worse. 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 was the opposite. Cold, controlled, impossible to read. A man people feared before they ever met him. He built his empire with loyalty, violence, and the kind of patience that made him dangerous. Nothing touched him. Nothing got close enough to. Then their families forced a marriage neither of them wanted. Now Gianna is stuck inside a world built on rules she refuses to follow, living with a man who watches everything and forgives nothing. And Nicholas is left dealing with the one person capable of getting under his skin without even trying. She's chaos. He's control. And neither one plans on giving in first. But the thing about cages is - eventually, something inside them starts clawing its way out.

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓 believes that she will never be tied down to a man. Much to her free-spirited nature, she feels trapped by the thought of settling down, but when a handsome newcomer captures her attention, she becomes entranced by the sheer need of keeping him to herself. "𝐒𝐢, 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟. 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?" 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. "𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤-𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞." [COMPLETED ✔]

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

❝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.

A 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬 novel. Can be read as a stand alone. ~ "𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝." ~ Vincent Rossi never survived himself. The world calls him the Don's Butcher. Capo. Killer. Monster. A man built from violence and sharpened by it. He carries ghosts like scars beneath his skin, and every drop of blood on his hands has only made the silence inside him louder. Then he sees her. Azra Sorrentino is everything he isn't. Brilliant. Defiant. Unbreakable. A woman forged in cruelty who somehow emerged with her heart intact. She should hate men like Vince. Instead, she can't stop looking at him. What begins as fascination becomes obsession. What begins as safety becomes temptation. Because beneath Vince's control lives something dangerous: a possessiveness capable of destroying them both. And beneath Azra's independence lies a secret that could unravel everything she believes about herself. The deeper she falls into Vince's world of soldiers, blood debts, and buried sins, the more impossible it becomes to tell where salvation ends, and ruin begins. Because the greatest lie Vince Rossi ever told wasn't to the police. Or even himself. It was believing he could protect Azra from the chaos when he was the chaos. And when the truth about her past finally comes for them, both will discover that love is far more terrifying than violence. In a world ruled by monsters, saints don't survive. They become monsters too. ~ -HEA/No OWD -Romance/thriller -mature scenes (18+) -AGE GAP (26F and 39M) -DARK STALKER ROMANCE -stripperxmafia I DON'T OWN THE COVERS.

A forced marriage for the sake of her country. A Sicilian, fierce princess and a dangerous, ruthless underboss is forced to find a way out of their storm, their hatred for each other is heavy but will lust overpower it? ******* They both hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, their fates were intertwined together. Carmela Russo is a fierce, confident and powerful princess, At 25 years old. she is the heiress and the only daughter. She doesn't live to please anyone or work according to rules. But when her nightmare is bound to her without her permission, will she be able to resist him? Dante De Luca didn't need a crown to rule - just a glare cold enough to stop a man's heart. he was the underboss of the Russian mafia, At 28 years old. an Italian name buried deep in Russian bloodlines but everyone knew how he'd earned his reputation. Torture was an art form to Dante. Mercy was a foreign language he refused to learn. he was the last man you ever wanted to owe, and the last face you'd ever see if you did. But when fate ties them together in an unexpected marriage, they're pulled into a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and power. Amid the chaos and clashing worlds, one question remains , can love grow in the eye of the storm, or will it tear them apart? ^^^^^ #1 in enemies with benefits✨

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 Haverhill was meant to be a fresh start for me. What I didn't anticipate was attracting the attention of Carter Knight and his friends, the wealthy, enigmatic boys who seem to own the entire town. After my parents' death, I thought things couldn't get worse, but then I started receiving strange texts and unexpected visits from a masked man. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩? 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 I wasn't prepared for Elle Taylors. Ever since she walked into St. Williams Knight High, she's consumed my thoughts. I wanted to claim her for myself. But it wasn't simple; I wasn't a Prince Charming. If she knew what I was truly capable of, she would probably run away. But it's too late. I'm Carter fucking Knight, and I've set my sights on her. She's mine now. She just doesn't realize it yet. SINFUL BLOODLINES BOOK ONE | DB is NOT a RH #1 New Girl (4.2.2023)