"No, please! Come to breakfast, I-" "Pardon me?" Jacob began sternly. "What was that you just said? Did you say no?" Not mine !!!!

*Book two of Sold To series* ~ Cannot be read as a standalone ~ *[UNEDITED]* Sebastian Titus Langley a slave to his stepfather who had treated him like a mutt. But when Sebastian's stepfather, Scott, is in debt to Stefano Valentino Scorpio, the most feared mafia leader. He decided to sell his stepson to Stefano to pay off his debt to him. But like Stefano the great Master Of Deception, he decided to accept his offer but after so he kills Sebastian's stepfather. But it wasn't Stefano who did the job, it was Sebastian, who Stefano had made him do it. Doing so, Stefano's eyes light's up in excitement. He decided he would train the boy to be his butler, his bodyguard, his lover. That's right, Stefano wants the boy and for a Master of Deception, he always gets what he wants. But what if Sebastian doesn't want Stefano? Well, don't worry, Stefano loves a challenge. "Oh, what a fun game this will be" Stefano chuckles before taking a sip of his tea.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

❝𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇:❞ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐕 swore he was done with blood, power, and the man who nearly destroyed him. Once a loyal soldier in a war that wasn't his, he walked away after the explosion that tore everything apart-including him and Dimitrik Volchev. Now, years later, Thorne is rebuilding a quieter life. Law school. Distance. Control. But fate doesn't care who you used to be-especially when your past wears a crown. 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐕 is no longer the brutal commander Thorne once served. He's the King of a criminal empire-colder, crueler, and far more dangerous. And he wants Thorne back. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥-𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡. 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯: 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 Book one of The Velvet Empire