"You looked at me like I was no one. That was your first mistake." Eva Mirova lives in pages-quiet, romantic, untouched by the world she writes about. But fate doesn't ask for permission. It delivers her straight into the line of sight of Ivan Volkov, a man who doesn't believe in chance... only ownership. He wasn't supposed to notice her. He was there for a deal. But one glance-one moment-and she became his next decision. Not for a night. Not for a taste. Forever. She doesn't know his name. He knows everything about her. She runs. He doesn't chase-he commands the world to close in around her. This isn't a love story. It's a dark vow wrapped in silk and sealed in blood. Because when Ivan wants something, he doesn't court it. He claims it. Marries it. Breaks it, if it resists. And Eva? She just became his bride... whether she says "I do" or not.

"You are mine! Mine to love!, Mine to break! Mine to treasure!, Mine to discipline! No one else has the right to even dare to look at WHAT'S MINE! I won't share you Rosa and I'll be damn if I let anything happen to you!" he whispered roughly as he bit down on my neck to keep me idle but I continued to struggle. "P-Please leave me Alexander.. I don't want to be here with you!" I cried as he continued his assaults and his grasp, on my hands on either side of my head stuck to the wall, constricted so hard that I feared they would break anytime soon. I felt him smirking against my skin before he removed his lips from my skin and stared into my eyes. I shivered at the look the h was giving me; an unspoken promise. "You never had a choice in the first place bambina. I never shared anything that was mine and you darling, you've entered my heart. What makes you think I would let you go..." he got his face nearer to mine, "I'm going to bury myself so deep inside of you it'll leave you feeling hollow when I'm not with you.."

37 years old psycho also a mafia is now caged in a hospital with chains. Even devils are scare from him. Murder of his own parents. He wasn't like this always, his past made him a psycho. Doctors used him as lab experiments and he have killed more that 10 doctors now it's her turn. 25 years old she innocent and soft.she came here to heal him but her destiny was something else. In one night she was now caged by chains in his mansion. Raped her, broke her, claimed her. Still she fall in love with him. Now she was confused who he is actually? ⚠️ This story contains dark, obsessive love, mature 18+ romance, twisted games, trauma, and possessive desire. Read at your own risk.

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

She waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't had

"𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓽" 𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓭 " 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓬𝓴" DO NOT READ THIS BOOK ITS COMPLETE ASS !!!! read my other books tho😛

⚠️warning⚠️ this book contains mature content and abuse. This Is the first warning and will not be the last. Andrei Volkov is the head of the Russian Mafia. He's ruthless, dangerous, rich and has every woman on their knees begging for him to take them. He's never loved anyone, since his past has left him unable to do so. Skylar Jones; homeless and without any family. She's the kindest and the most selfless person you will ever meet even without money. One day, Skylar meets two men that work for the Russian Mafia. They offer her job that she has a tough time refusing even with the strings attached. What will poor innocent Skylar do when she meets the Andrei? Will she fall madly in love like the rest or simply think him as another man? WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN TRIGGER STUFF TO SOME PEOPLE. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY THE THOUGHT OF RAPE OR ABUSE, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

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. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 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.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.