"Bella, you're mine and you'll only spread those flawless long legs for me. I'm a very jealous man, Kelly, and I want you all for myself. You're my woman and only mine. No other man is allowed to touch you. Do I make myself clear?" He pulled her by the arm and asked in a low tone of voice. His possessiveness has made her extremely wet. She stuttered as she stared into his dark cold eyes. "Ye- yes." She replied softly. "Good," He said as he tightened his grip on her arm. Marco Russo is the mafia boss. He is ice-cold and will kill anyone who betrayed him. He's been killing since he was twelve years old. He is now thirty-five and he has no intention of stopping anytime soon. Kelly Joseph is a shy and quiet girl. She's always been a bookworm and someone who loves to help others. She has never met her mother. So, when her father died, she decided that she was not going to drop out of college. Her only option was to take a job as a stripper at a strip club owned by the notorious Marco Russo. Most Impressive Ranking #1 Biracial-April 17-

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

"I'm sorry who the fuck do you think you are !" I asked angrily. "Watch your language babygirl or else you WILL get punished " He said in a really calm voice. Sierra Elizabeth Diaz the spanish mafia princess who is 20 years old and also a world' most famous actress who is sassy and loves her family and best friend more than anything. Antonio De Luca, a 29 year old boss of the Italian mafia who is powerful, ruthless and merciless and doesn't care about anyone except his beloved family. What happens after their little encounter at Antonio's club? What happens when Antonio wants to make Sierra his? (I am rewriting this book in my new account which is this one because my last one was deleted 😭)

Neil Black is a psychologist and CEO, he has everything his heart wants, except one thing. A person that he keeps treating like a literal dog, crawling, barking, patting, everything is included. That person is Amalia, she keeps trying to run away from him, but he won't let her. His puppy treatment always leads to sexual satisfaction for both. What happens when he gets too possessive and needy, and even ties her up to him? Will she still be able to love him the same after she finds out about his dark secret? ☾ TRIGGER WARNING: My story got already removed because of possible restricted content. This is why I'm putting this WARNING here. This story contains puppy play or pup play, sexual interactions, talking about death, violence, strong language, abusive relationships, death, incest, mental illness and similar content. If you are easily triggered by similar content I advise you not to read the book. The story is meant for +18 readers. ☾ SHORT SEGMENT: "Where do you think you are going without obeying orders?" Neil said as he pulled me closer to him. "I'm going as far away from you as I can! Can't you see!?" I shouted while trying to get away. He chuckled while amusingly watching me struggle to get free. "Bark for your master, Puppy. Make me proud," he said before he leaned his head on one hand on the table. "Woof ..." Neil chuckled again before saying: "What did you say?" * Please don't repost or translate this story.

I snapped my eyes to his doing my best to give him the angriest glare I could. Something is his eyes flashed as he pushed me against the couch before climbing on top of me. "Get off of me!" His head dipped to the curve of my neck as he ran his nose along my skin, I felt him inhale slowly as he grabbed my hips roughly. "There's just something about you when you're angry that makes me want to fuck you." (Updates every Wednesday) Honourable Rankings: #bwwm: #1 (2021) #dark: #2 (2021)

"You are mine do you understand that"? I whimpered at the possessive tone in his voice. "You don't own me". his eyes grew an even darker shade of black. "I do now" he said as he slammed me into my locker. *Book one*

There wasn't much need for people to ask since they already knew . She belonged to him , forever as they stated . Shall it be true ? I can't say. He picked her upsetting her on the counter top as she held his shirt , his eyes gazing into her with anger . She bit her lip finally speaking up , " I am sorry i didn't tell you " He clenched his jaw squeezing he thighs . " I am very sure i don't have to remind you that you belong to me My belle but if i hear this happening again , people will be kill by my hand and i swear i won't regret doing that " She whimper burying her face in his neck. " I hope you understand me belle , you shall not be touch by any other man but me " he stated to her #cover by hot_steamy

"Your Only choice is to accept this mate bond willingly or otherwise -" His threat lingered midway. Inviting her to accept her defeat or lose the people she have come to love all her life as well as her dignity. "Monster! You are a true Monster." She fought against his harsh hold that pin her down on the luxurious bed . Screaming and thrashing against the hold of the Alpha king who wanted her as exclusively his. She knew ones she was marked she was His Possession and nothing was holding the King from claiming what was rightfully ' his '

"Such a spoiled girl, aren't you?" He nipped at my ear causing me to gasp. My lips parted in shock. "I'm not spoiled." I protested adamantly. "No? My girls not a whiny little brat who pouts until she gets her way?" Knox teased playfully. "I-I just didn't want you to be hungry." I defended weakly, a bit embarrassed from his observation. "Hmm my spoiled girl," He paused giving my neck a small squeeze before continuing, "such good manners." --- Annie has been fighting her entire life. Tired, worn down, effectively broken she had given up trying to fight. She was in most ways a complete shell of herself. Now in her senior year, she was forced to attend in person by her therapist which was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Knox was always running. Running from his family, his friends, and his future. The only thing he wasn't willing to run from was her. Annie was his and he was going to make sure she knew it. US & UK Top 10 !!

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...