He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

COMPLETED ✓ (LOOK INSIDE FOR DESCRIPTION!) - ❝𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀?❞ 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆, ❝𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲.❞

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

After getting in trouble for the millionth time, Landon's mother makes the decision to ship him off to Montana to stay with his father for the summer. The thought of spending those long, sweltering days in the middle of nowhere, far from the comforts of city life-complete with relentless heat, annoying bugs, and the occasional wild animal-was far from what Landon had envisioned for his summer break. But as fate would have it, he wasn't prepared for what lay ahead, especially not for meeting Clementine. As Landon steps out of the dinner, he notices a group of boys. And one of them hops off the truck's hood, his mischievous smile lighting up a face. "Looky here, we got us a city boy," he mocks, sizing Landon up with a scrutinizing gaze. Landon feels the defiance sparking within him. "A city boy that can whoop your ass," he retorts, his voice stead. He squares his shoulders. "Guys, leave him alone," a voice cuts through the tension as a dark-skinned beauty jumps out of the truck, her presence commanding the group's attention. Landon's gaze drifts toward her, and he can't help but take her in fully from her slicked-back curly hair to her dusty boots that tell stories of their own. There's a fierce spark in her eyes, as if she can see right through him-confronting any lingering uncertainty he has about being here. He watches her engage with the boys, still keeping an eye on the one that spoke. Suddenly, the summer landscape doesn't feel so indifferent, and the oppressive heat seems a little less daunting. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

She was a devoted wife. A brilliant doctor. A woman who believed she understood her own boundaries. Then her husband's secret gambling debt drags them into the orbit of the city's most feared mafia don-and nothing is hers anymore. Taken from their home in the dead of night, she's forced to save a man who lives on violence and power. He's ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Every look lingers too long. Every accidental touch ignites something dangerous. Every low, controlled word chips away at her resolve. She tells herself she's loyal. Married. Moral. But obsession doesn't care about vows. Late-night treatments blur into intimate confessions. Professional distance erodes into stolen moments. What begins as duty becomes temptation, then craving-an ache she can't silence and a man she can't escape. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a liability, surrendering could cost her everything she's built. Or it could be the only thing that makes her feel alive.

He left her to protect his bloodline. Now his bloodline is the one thing that could destroy him. Years ago, Amari Grant fell for Luca Moretti - heir to one of the most feared mafia families in Italy. He was her forbidden love, her undoing, and her heartbreak. When his family forced him to choose between his legacy and the woman he loved, Luca walked away... never knowing she was carrying his child. Amari built a new life in silence. She raised their son alone, far from Luca's world of guns and loyalty oaths. Now happily married and thriving. But secrets don't stay buried forever. When word of the boy reaches Luca's enemies, the unthinkable happens - her son is taken. Desperate and out of options, Amari does the last thing she ever thought she would: she goes back to Luca. The man who shattered her heart is now her only hope. When Luca learns the truth - that the child he's being asked to protect is his own - everything he's built starts to crumble. His marriage. His empire. His control. Now the ruthless don will burn the world to find his son and protect him... and the woman who still owns his heart. But rescuing them means war - and in the mafia, love is the deadliest weakness of all.

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Imani Robinson is 22 and used to surviving on her own. Stripping pays the bills, but the stage is the only place she lets anyone get close. In her world, love is a luxury, trust is a risk, and men are just customers. Silas Greene is 25 and born into violence. As a ruthless mafia lord, his name carries power, fear, and a trail of bodies. He doesn't believe in love-only loyalty, control, and consequences. But when Silas sees Imani, he doesn't just want her. He needs her. He doesn't care about the rules. She doesn't want to be owned. Too bad neither of them gets a choice. this story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and emotionally intense scenes. please read at your own pace and comfort level. this is your final content warning moving forward.

| 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🖊️🧡! In Cairnwall, 1972, unaware of the mobster who has been threading across the narrow line of near psychotic obsession for over a year, finally makes himself known to her. His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, frowned upon by many, and they both know this. But he doesn't care. Before her, no one was able to crack through his mask, but she smashes through it without effort-without needing to say a word. She makes his heart-something he cast aside long ago-stumble and stammer with a simple smile. Her breath catches when he glances her way, her heart burning when he pulls away, but she would rather push him away, keep their coupling hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for having the gall to be with him, but he wants to put her on his throne and make society kiss her feet. What will happen when two worlds that should not even glide past each other end up crashing?

"Soren, P-Please," I begged, my hand clasping around his wrist, desperate for him to thrust his finger inside me. "I love it when you beg, Amore. But we're running late." He stopped, and I definitely wanted to strangle him for making me frustrated. "I hate you," I groaned. He spun me around and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. "No, you don't," he mumbled against my lips. He pulled away from the kiss, with a small peck on my forehead, and a light smack on my ass. "Did you strap on your holster?" He asked. ♡♡♡♡ Aurora Daniels, a young exhibition coordinator finding her footing in a new country, runs into a man who had given her the best sex of her life in a one-night stand. Soren Bianchi, the ruthless leader of the Italian mafia, hasn't stopped thinking about her from the first night they spent together.