Her figure started trembling in fear as she was feeling her legs were getting weak. She tried to loosen his grip on her wrist but it was like if he was made of pure iron. "Y-you can't touch me like this. This is w-wrong. Leave me- Ahh" But he already held her jaw in his hand squeezing it painfully. She can feel his drunken breaths on her forehead and it was giving her goosebumps. "Oh really! Let me tell you my little wifey, I won you and now, you are my property sweetheart. I can touch even fuck you whenever and wherever I want" His said darkly as his chest was vibrating in furiousness. Those words of his made her blood turned cold. "Leave me- mmmm" Before she can finish, he pulled her harshly into a lustful kiss and the warm tears fell down from her eyes while her heart started bleeding in unbearable pain. •••• Annabella Grayson, a sweet, innocent and so pure soul. She was a loving girl with a heart of a diamond. She was like blooming days but, everything turns dark when he entered her life. Ivan Miller, a cold-hearted, sinner and another name of fear. He only knows to rule. Love was just a four-letter word for him. He only surrounds Lust. He was a man without feelings and emotions until his eyes caught her and she became his obsession and his desire. ------------------------------ ~: Mature content ( 18+) ~: Grammatical errors maybe. Since English a foreign language for me. ~: Do not try to do plagiarism. Copyright © deaxlykookie ✔ (AnonyBunny) ENJOY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in Lust #1 in erotic romance #1 in evil husband #1 in hatelove #1 in hate #1 in temptation

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"I can show how much of a 'little' guy I am." He said emphasizing the little. He came closer to me. Our lips were inches away. I could smell the scent of his cologne definitely not cheap. My breathing became uneven. "What's wrong princess? Cat got your tongue" He stroked my cheek. I leaned into his touch but he removed it. He pulled away grabbing another glass. I let out a breath. I turned around. Guess I have to do this the hard way. I leaned near to his ear. He tensed. "Teasing me is only making me wet. Imagine you inside me. Screaming your name. I guess you don't want that." I said seductively. I kissed his ear. I walked toward the hallway by the bar leading to different rooms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Adelina Madden is a 28-year-old who got fired from her job. Having a thirteen-year-old son to look after she was forced to find away to make money. Her sister and her best friend were also in need so they resorted to stealing from rich men but to Adelina, it was more like rich Mafia men. Alessandro Del Vante a 29-year-old who killed and made peoples lives hell for fun. He didnt have a dark past he was just a pysco. Helping out a friend he went to America to do business hoping to not getting into anything but ends up meeting a girl at his club. Will Alessandro light the fire that as been burnt out in Adelina or will Adelina be the fire that Alessandro needed in his life. "He was a boy who loved to play with fire and she was his perfect match."- unknown

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.

Enzo..." I started, but the words died on my lips as he silenced me with a kiss, his mouth devouring mine with urgency. His voice was a dark whisper, tinged with menace as he pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with intensity. "You disobeyed me, baby," he murmured, the threat lingering in the air. "It's time for punishment." My heart raced at his words, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins. "I-I didn't mean to," I whispered, my voice trembling with uncertainty. A predatory smirk curled on his lips as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. "Intentions don't matter, Tesoro," he said softly, his hands tracing a path along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "Consequences do." "Please," I pleaded, my voice barely audible, yet filled with yearning. "Please what, Tesoro?" His smirk deepened, knowing full well the effect he had on me. "Words, Elena," he prompted, his gaze fierce and commanding. With trembling lips, I uttered the words, my heart pounding. "Please punish me." With a primal growl, he seized my lips in a punishing kiss. 💮 As obsession tightened its grip, ENZO MORITTI an Italian mafia descended into an abyss of longing, consumed by the need to possess her completely. She became his obsession, his fixation, his everything.In his eyes, she was not just a woman, but a goddess to be worshipped.She was his to love, his to lust, his to possess Elena Rossi, a Mexican girl shattered by her parents' murder, navigates life with resilience and determination. Working diligently at her aunt's bakery while pursuing her education, she embodies strength tinged with naivety. Unexpectedly, she captures the attention of the town's most powerful man, who becomes both her admirer and stalker. Despite her stubbornness and short temper, Elena's sweetness captivates those around her, setting the stage for a tumultuous journey of love, obsession, and betray

❝Book 2 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series "You're so wet," he groans, grinding his hips up in tight circles that hit something devastating inside me. "Dripping all over me, baby. 𝘊𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰─you're making a mess." His pace quickens, and I match it instinctively, hips rolling, back arching. Each thrust punches a breath from my lungs. "Luciano," I whisper, rocking frenetically my hips to meet his rhythm. "We need to be quick. They're gonna come out─any second─" His dark eyes flash up at me, pupils blown wide with lust and his grip tightens under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can thrust deeper, faster. "Then be quiet. Or don't. Let them hear how their good little Paris lets me fuck her like a whore during a family gathering."❞ *** After three years apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 is finally returning to the life and love she left behind. College in New York was challenging, especially with the strain of a long-distance relationship and her father's disapproval of her love for 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, his best friend. But now, she's back, and her relationship with Luciano is stronger than ever. Their love? Unstoppable. Their passion? Absolutely scorching. Sex? Downright sinful and addictive. BDSM has become their playground, a love language Paris is quickly learning to speak fluently. But just when she thinks nothing can tear them apart, the past comes knocking. A ghost resurfaces, threatening to destroy everything they've built. As old wounds are reopened and tensions rise, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Faced with unexpected challenges, Paris begins to question everything and wonder if their love can withstand the storm. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: December 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: July 12-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

❝Book 3 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series His hand comes down hard on my ass─𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱─then squeezes the flesh firmly, fingers digging in before releasing, the rhythm matching every sharp snap of his hips behind me. He leans forward over me, one hand braced beside mine on the counter, boxing me in. The other slides down from my waist to my hips, gripping and shifting me slightly, tilting me until I'm angled exactly how he wants. "You like this position, don't you?" He mutters roughly, adjusting me again, yanking my hips back into him so every thrust lands deeper and harder. "I like when you take control." I breathe, my voice shaky with heat. He smirks against my shoulder, giving a sharper thrust that drives straight into my core. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who's setting the pace. "You say that like I ever don't." He mutters, voice rough. ❞ *** After surviving the storms that nearly tore them apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 and 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 finally have what they've always wanted─each other, a home filled with love and the sweet sound of their baby boy's giggles. But real happiness takes work. Being a family means figuring out how to balance love, parenthood, and all the little (and big) challenges that come with it. As they adjust to this new life, Paris and Luciano are still learning what forever really looks like and what it takes to grow together, not just as a couple, but as a team. And when life throws in a few surprises, they'll have to lean on each other more than ever. This is their happy ending and the sweetest new beginning. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: September 21-25 𝐄𝐍𝐃: ... ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him. His feet stop at the door. I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face. "Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his green eyes rake over my body with the heat of conquest. Hot rage flows through my veins and I glare back at him with so much hatred for what he did to me. "Breakfast at sharp 8:10. You remember, right?" He smirks arrogantly and walks out of the room with his warnings. WARNING: FORCED SXX BOOK!! 🔞 * * * * * * * * * * * Dakota Black was a man cloaked with charisma and power. But I made him a monster. Three years ago, I sent him to jail. Accidentally. And now he is back to get his revenge from me. "Seven nights." He said. "I spent seven nights in that rotten jail. I give you seven nights to live with me. Sleep with me. And I'll free you from your sins." He promised to destroy my life for the sake of a good view if I didn't follow his commands. His personal wh0re, that's what he called me. 🔻MATURE CONTENT🔻 Highest Ranks: #1 in Force #1 in Hate #1 in LoveHate #1 in Seduction #1 in Blackmail #1 in Adult Content #1 in Sexual Themes #1 in Mature Themes #2 in Adult #2 in Humor #2 in Revenge #2 in Dark Fantasy #3 in Hot #3 in EnemiesToLovers #4 in SlowBurn

17 year old Adrianna Costello has been through hell and back. Now she is on top and feared along with her two best friends. The catch, no one knows who the devil's triplets truly are. After a incident she ends up back in the house she lived 15 years ago with her biological family. Will she tell the who she really is? Will they tell her she is the lost mafia princess? Are the people believed to be dead really 6 feet below? Or will they come back haunting her? Can she survive this new adventure with her family, or will the secrets drown her? This book has a sequel!

"You know what to do,Keep that cunt wet for me." 23-year-old, Vanora Chris was bored of her lousy college life for three years. Until her life collides with her new Anatomy professor. 33-year-old Professor, Kyren Monroe. He was reborn after escaping a toxic relationship with his college sweetheart,Natasha.That's when his eyes met hers. It began with stolen glances and accidental touches. But what followed was a marriage proposal. Vanora thought marrying Professor Kyren Monroe meant passion.She didn't know it meant obsession.His desire isn't tender. -it's compulsive,relentless and laced with a dangerous hunger he can't control.And in his world...She's both the cure and disease. They both carry secrets. The only question is - who will uncover the truth first?