Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

"Stand up.", he said to me. "What?", I asked confused. "STAND UP.", he ordered slightly aggressive. I quickly got up from the bed and stood in front of him. "Take off your underwear.", he demanded. "Wh-" "Now." Doing what he told me to I slowly slipped my underwear off. I was now completely naked as his eyes roamed over my whole body again. "Lay down on your back." Once again I obeyed him without talking back this time which caused him to smirk. Then he grabbed my hands and cuffed them to the bed frame. My eyes widened and as I was about to ask him what he's doing he held up one of his hands. Understanding his signal I remained silent. "Good girl", he whispered in my ear. ------------------- Emily Potters, a 21 year old girl, had to run away from her dark past. Seeking shelter in New York, she battled her way through the darkness. But soon enough she learned that the past will always haunt her and new dangers await. Matteo Rizzo is a 27 year old man. He is ruthless, dangerous, cold and has anger issues. Cross his path and you will regret it or pay with your life. The Rizzo family is ruling "The Lions", which is one of the most powerful mafias that exists. Matteo took over exactly 2 years ago. His father is still watching every step Matteo takes. What happens when an innocent girl and one of the most dangerous people on earth meet? Will that one dark night destroy Emily's life for good? Accompany Emily and Matteo on their search for a better life. Finished: 6th April, 2021 Highest ranks: #3 in romance #3 in darkpast #3 in passion #4 in mafia #5 in italy

"That's it, moan my name like a fucking whore" he growls. "Oh my" she screams as she grips his hair as now he is licking it in most perfect way. She is now too close and Xavier nows it but he keeps sucking her harder. She rolls her eyee and arch her back as she release and Xavier taste all of it like he has been waiting for this. ............. "I know what you're hiding," he growled one night, pinning her against the wall. "And when I find out the truth, Rose, you'll wish you never stepped into my world." He wraps her throat with his one hand and caressing her thighs with another while smirking. ................. Rose was supposed to hate him. Xavier was the man who had ruined her life, the cold, ruthless mafia leader responsible for her family's murder. Her plan was simple: make him fall for her, betray him, and watch his empire crumble. But nothing about Xavier was simple. She should run, but it was too late. She was falling for the man she came to destroy. When revenge and desire collide, the price of betrayal might just be her heart-and her life.

He was hired to protect her. Not want her. Not think about the way her voice softens at night. Not notice the way she looks at him when she thinks he isn't watching. She knows the rules. No touching. No secrets. No feelings. But rules are easier to follow when your bodyguard doesn't look at you like you're already lost. Every step closer is a mistake. Every moment apart feels worse. Because the most dangerous thing isn't the threat outside- it's what happens if he finally chooses her. He's sworn to protect her. He's not allowed to love her.

Pregnant and on the run from an abusive husband, Anastasia ends up under the protection of a grumpy CEO with a secret soft spot for her.

I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says. Book one of series

Slow burn enemies to lovers. Intense yearning and emotionally complex Cecilia Riddle has always been more than just a name, but no one ever cared to look past it. The twin sister of Mattheo Riddle, daughter of the Dark Lord himself, she walks the halls of Hogwarts with a reputation as sharp as her stare. Feared and misunderstood. She doesn't need friends. She has silence. She doesn't need saving. She has control. Theodore Nott has known Cecilia since childhood, cold stares across pureblood parlors, bitter remarks in class, a rivalry born from old magic and quiet resentment. He's part of her brother's world. A Slytherin. A Nott. But there's something about the way she watches the world, like she's already survived it. This is a story of legacy, control, and a slow, sharp burn of the boy who saw everything in the girl who refused to be seen.

Savannah falls for her next-door neighbour. One problem, he's her brother's friend. Can she keep a secret? ------ 'If you thought you could have my help without anything in return, you're wrong.' I think I took this too far. 'Come here.' He demands in a low tone, pulling me in. I approach to him nervously with my eyes down to the ground, intimidated by his stare. 'Closer.' I do as he says, making me feel his breath hitting my lips. What he does next is not what I ever expected. ------ CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SENSITIVE TOPICS AND SPICY PARTS Chapters with the * contain sexual scenes. They are clearly indicated in the chapter, so you can skip those parts! -Average Wattpad story with many twists and turns- SEQUEL is 'Holiday With My Neighbour'