Looking straight in my eyes he said "I didn't like the way he was staring at you." I bit my lips "And how was he staring at me?" Leaning towards me he replied "Like he wanted to fuck you. I won't allow anyone looking at my wife in such a way. You are mine and fucking you is mine and only mine to do." For the first time I felt it... I felt that I belong to him. I am his. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rafael Martinez || Hazel Cameron Two totally different people... complete opposite to each other. She is selfless. He is selfish. A marriage deal, she agreed because she loved her brother and he signed because he wanted revenge from the person who killed the girl he once loved. There is no love in this marriage, he was forced on her but she accepted him. She was his only way to get revenge.

(Book Two) [MxMxM] Oliver moves to Spain to be with his best friend. While there he catches the eye of his best friend's husband younger brother -who is already in a relationship-. He thinks rejecting him would be easy, but the younger man isn't ready to let his new obsession go. If he thinks having a drug lord being obsessed with him is bad, what will happen if the man's assassin boyfriend also finds an interest in him.

He was everything she wanted and she was everything he was running from. Crush, that's what Amelia thought she had on her Brother's best friend but she couldn't do anything about it as he was 11 years older than her and most importantly married to a bitch. But now five years later, he is all alone in her hometown, Manhattan. He is not married anymore but he is still a decade older than her and in a way forbidden to her. But does she care? Absolutely not. He is not the same man she knew five years ago, he is the man whose shadow is enough to haunt people's entire existence. He is what we call a devil in disguise, feared by even the gods per say. Bound by his own demons he is trying nothing but to live his life without any sight of love but that's impossible when a little girl, who lives and breathes in love and kindness, wants to bring light to his dark world. But at the end of the day it's darkness which overpowers the light. She wanted to fix him and now he wants to ruin her and make her his possession, and nothing in the world has the power to change what the devil wants in his destiny. She knew he was dangerous the moment her beautiful forest green orbs met his dark and lifeless onyx ones and yet let him in. She knew it would be dangerous to go near him. But danger was what she attracted, and now she was all his to break and there's nothing that can stop him from doing that. Because after all "𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤."

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.

In the gritty underworld of organized crime, where darkness reigns and secrets fester, one woman's extraordinary journey from a troubled past to a hauntingly complex love story unfolds. Meet Ginira, a survivor with a past marred by the shadows of her father's sinister choices and her own rugged life as a stripper. She's a woman who has known heartache, fear, and uncertainty at every turn. But when Ginira's life takes an unexpected twist, her world collides with that of the enigmatic and feared Irish mafia figure, Blaine Murphy. Blaine is a man cloaked in secrets, whose very presence sends shivers down the spines of those who cross his path. His dark and mysterious aura is a testament to the ruthless world he inhabits, and few dare to challenge him. As Ginira becomes entangled in Blaine's web of intrigue, she discovers a man unlike any other she has known. Blaine holds a devastating secret, one that renders him immune to pain, both physical and emotional. His abilities, rooted in the shadows of his past, draw Ginira to him like a moth to a flame. But as she unravels the enigma of Blaine Murphy, she also confronts her own past, including the haunting legacy of her clinically insane father. In the heart of this seductive and perilous world, where love and danger entwine, Ginira and Blaine must navigate a treacherous path. They will confront their own vulnerabilities, face unimaginable threats, and reveal the darkest corners of their souls. Blaine thinks Ginira's weird and Ginira thinks that Blaine is a fat ass. ;) 🏅#5 in BWWM 11/10/2023

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

In a world of cold power and sterile luxury, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫 is the untouchable devil. A ruthless billionaire whose empire drips with blood and billions, he lives by one savage rule: 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Skin is poison. Contact is contamination. His body is a locked fortress-until the day his control begins to burn. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘴. Calm. Graceful. Dangerously composed. The new maid moves through his marble halls like living temptation-soft curves wrapped in a crisp uniform, warm skin that carries the faint scent of lavender and sin. She doesn't cower. She doesn't break. And that quiet defiance sets Dante's blood on fire. His obsession ignites instantly. He isolates her. He watches her every breath through hidden cameras. He pulls her into his private sanctuary and makes her the center of his sterile, suffocating world. What begins as forbidden hunger quickly becomes feral need. The man who recoils from touch now aches to devour her-running starving hands over her bare skin, tasting her trembling lips, burying himself deep inside her slick heat while fighting the revulsion that once ruled him. Every hard thrust, every desperate moan, every filthy whisper of ownership chips away at his sanity. She consents. She surrenders. But she never truly escapes. In the heat of his madness, Dante's touch turns raw, possessive, and devastating. He claims her against cold marble, on silk sheets soaked with sweat, and in the darkness where pain and pleasure blur. He will shatter every rule, ruin his own mind, and lock her in his gilded cage just to feel her come undone around him again and again. She was supposed to be invisible. Instead, she became his addiction... and his only weakness. He will never let her go.

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.....

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.