"𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎" 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 Cruel. Egoistic. Aggressive. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 a shark in business world thrives on destruction his enemies, both professionally and personally. A heartless billionaire CEO came India to destroy his biggest enemy. He never intended to reveal his dark identity until the irony entangled him with the woman he barely knows. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 Princess of Rewah and fiancée of his oldest enemy. It doesn't matter how gorgeous and ravishing she is. He'll do everything in his power to destroy prince included his gorgeous would-be wife. The only problem: he can't have her but he is taking her anyway into his darkness * Fearless. Ambitious. Powerful. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is beautiful princess and rightful owner of crown. A fearless and success determined woman who wanted to be top in business. She never planned to be someone's wife until-a threat of blackmail forced her to marry man she didn't want. Her life took bloody turn when she picked up the battle with her fiancée's business rival. Fighting cold-blooded Vanraj means opening the doors of destruction. Arrogant Vanraj never part of her life, she agrees to stand by her fiancée's side in game of vengeance. Craving her enemy's touch was never part of the game but she lost herself when he touched her soul. The powerful thing she could do: not fall in love with her enemy but she is falling for him anyway.

Professor's Dark Desire [18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3 ... "Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy. "Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy. "Answer......" She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering. "Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry. "Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time. "I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her. "Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices. "Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....

"Spread your legs wider." My thighs fall open instantly. He groans- long, deep, ruined. "Fuck yes... just like that... my pretty little slut," he breathes, voice dirty silk. "Let me see how much you want it." He slams into me again-deep, perfect, relentless- and I arch off the bed, a raw sound tearing out of me. ────────୨ৎ──────── ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the heat of his touch, the fire in his gaze, the way he consumes me with a single look. But I do. Every stolen moment, every forbidden inch of him pulls me closer- leaving me trembling, wanting more, needing more. Alessandro Romano is obsession made flesh. And I am helplessly, hopelessly his. In his arms, I am fragile and fearless. Innocent and undone. Lost and found, all at once. And as desire becomes temptation, temptation becomes craving, I realize there's no escape from the fire between us... And I don't want there to be. #2 in Vixen 🏅10/04/2023 #1 in Secrecy 🏅 02/09/2024 #1 in DaddyIssues 🏅 22/09/2025

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐚? Taylor said, his gaze hooded as he rolled up both sleeves to his elbows, revealing the veins across his hands. He pushed my legs back until my thighs pressed against my chest. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷. ★★★ He's the President of Hazard Bank. She's his secretary. Taylor Silver has had every woman he wanted, every night he craved. Anastasia Kroos has loved him in secret for years, and now she's back in his life, refusing to share him with anyone else. What started as tutoring in high school has turned into a dangerous game of desire. Only this time, Ana isn't the four-eyed nerd with her nose in a book, she's the one Taylor can't resist.

My lips trembled, my fingers shook. The world's most dangerous man sat before me, eyeing me up and down as if he were deciding when to pounce. I stood there before him in the private room of the strip club, his gaze burning through me. "What's your name?" He uttered in a low whisper, a smirk played on his lips telling me he already knew more than he should. I was made for him, the angelic winged beauty from his dreams, and he had finally found me. He was never going to let me go, and he would have me at any costs. "Valentin's tattooed hands moved to unshackle my wrists and ankles from the metal chains that hung from the bed. Each release brought a rush of sensation, a return to freedom, accompanied by his lips brushing tenderly against the red marks left on my skin." ** MATURE CONTENT ** STEAMY, KINKY, TW, AGE GAP, SEX, BDSM, CONTROLLING, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, RUSSIAN MAFIA, 365 DAYS SIMILAR PLOTLINE, LIGHT CNC REFERENCES, SLOWISHBURN #2 in Rough 8/15/2024 #2 in Toxic 10/21/2024 #2 in Rated R 11/04/2024 #5 in Mafia 11/10/2024

Keeping my baby a secret from my brother's best friend felt right. Until I got knocked up again. My brother warned me to stay away from his arrogant best friend. I should've listened because the jerk ghosted me and left me pregnant. Never to cross his path again, I kept my daughter a secret. Fate had other plans when he pops back up in my life. Lucas Wilson, dominant, bossy and hotter-than-hell. I won't cave into his luscious lips, insanely hot body with rock-hard abs. But the butterflies stirring in my stomach under his intense gaze tell me otherwise. One explosive bed-rocking night and I'm a hot mess. Then he sees my little girl has his deep blue eyes and sweet dimples. Cue, major hyperventilation. My senses tell me to run, but uh, oh...I'm pregnant, again!

**16+ ONLY** This story contains dark romance, heavy possessiveness, violence, obsession, and explicit content. *"Try speaking to her again-and I'll bury your tongue with my bullets. > Touch her, and I'll make sure your mother can't recognize your corpse."* --- He is a walking nightmare wrapped in silk suits and bloodstained hands. The name **Luca** is enough to silence a room. King of the Underworld. Ruler of shadows. A ghost even the law refuses to chase. His empire is built on violence, betrayal, and bodies no one dares to count. He does not speak twice. He does not leave witnesses. Mercy died the day he first picked up a gun. He is cruel to the world. He is lethal to anyone who looks at her too long. And for her... he becomes something almost gentle. Almost human. Almost soft. Almost. --- She is softness in a world that never deserved her. **Lily** is light-pure, untouched, and blissfully unaware of the darkness waiting just beyond her little bubble. She believes in morning coffee, quiet laughter, and happy endings. She still thinks love is supposed to be kind. Until he decides she belongs to him. And the moment someone dares to lay a finger on her, Luca does not simply arrive. He brings war. She becomes his obsession. His addiction. His only reason to keep breathing-and the only reason he is willing to burn the entire world to ash. There is no escape from his grip. No hiding from his gaze. No running from the twisted fate that has already claimed her. But what happens when the angel starts falling for the demon? What happens when she begins to see the fractured, dangerous good buried beneath all that blood? She was never supposed to love him. He was never supposed to let her live long enough to try. Now neither of them has a choice. --- **#1 in Kidnapped** **#56 in Bad Boy × Good Girl** **#58 in Possessive** **#1 in lovable**

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Elena Romano, a fierce and unyielding lawyer, becomes the only person who can keep Tristan Valenti, a notorious and untouchable mafia kingpin, out of prison. But as she's drawn deeper into his dangerous world, she discovers that the battle isn't just about saving him from the law-it's about saving him from himself. Yet in breaking every rule she's sworn to uphold, Elena risks losing more than her morals-she risks losing her heart to the man who might be beyond redemption. Melancholy - a bittersweet ache that lingers in the soul, like the taste of wine that's both bitter and intoxicating. It's the quiet storm of longing and loss, woven with moments of beauty so fleeting they hurt. Just like what Elena and Tristan want-something so consuming, it borders on destruction. Their love is jagged yet tender, a sanctuary wrapped in shadows where passion wars with despair. It's the sharp edges of love, the bruises of trust, and the haunting allure of wanting what might ruin you, yet never being able to let it go.

"You'll learn to love the way I destroy you." ~~~~ "Stop squirming." "You're too big!" I cried, shifting. His length drilled into me, pressing in all the right place. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he responded in amusement. I glared up at him. "You're going to tear me apart!" "Oh, baby girl..." he learned forward, "that's been my plan all along. "Now sit still while I ruin you." ~~~~ I thought this place was haunted... the house I moved into. The rickety walls, the broken floors, the dusty air. I managed to clean it, but... But then there's a man in the mirror. I walk down the hall, and he's there, haunting me, watching me, playing with me. A ghost. This house was haunted. But little did I know... that he wasn't a ghost at all. No, he was very real. THEY were very real. And their plan to corrupt me had been set in place the moment I set foot in this house.