They said he was quiet. Cold. Unreachable. But I saw what they didn't - the obsession behind his stare. We weren't supposed to meet. We weren't supposed to touch. Now I can't breathe when he's near... and I suffocate when he's gone. Something about him feels ancient. Familiar in a way that makes my bones ache. I think I've known him before. And I think the last time, I didn't survive.

" you can never escape me amore" when he said this I felt the hair on my neck stand and my pussy clench at the same time. I didn't have to turn around to know who was behind me, The only man to own my heart and the one who broke it. My husband, Gabriele Ricci. Paris Hernandez- Ricci - 23, single mother of twins and runaway mafia queen. After finding her husband in bed with another woman, Paris fled, pregnant and alone to find a better life for herself and her children. life is going well until her past catches up with her and she has no choice but to come face to face with the man that broke her heart 3 years ago. Gabriele Ricci - 28-year-old mafia don Gabriele Ricci is a cold and heartless man, but he wasn't always like that. when Gabe was 24 he was married to the most amazing woman imaginable, her honey skin full of rich melanin and green eyes that he could stare into forever, but he lost her all. because his jealous ex-girlfriend drugged him and made it look like they had sex. Since the day she left Gabe has been looking for his lost queen. what happens when he finds her but not just her, her, and their two children... will Paris be able to forgive Gabe for the pain he caused her? will Gabe tell Paris the truth? will Paris tell Gabe about their children ? welp read and find the fuck out!

1723 I sat at my desk with my arms crossed, it was a late night working but I was interrupted by Amalia, she was angry. No doubt about something I did but I wasn't listening to a word she said, I focused on what was almost see-through white nightgown she was wearing. "I hate you" "Really?" I said adjusting myself in my seat before getting up and walking around my desk to her. I leaned against it and grabbed her waist, forcefully pulling her to. Being rough on purpose She let out a little gasp and placed her hands on my biceps to brace herself. While keeping my hands on her waist I slowly started to lift her long gown. "Because I don't think you're angry at me" I slowly moved my leg so that it was now placed in between hers. I heard her breathing become more labored, I pulled closer to me, her heat now flush with my thigh. She let out a little gasp again. "I think you're frustrated" I whispered in her ear, I slowly started to rock her hips back a forth, and she gripped onto my biceps "Let me fix that" ⚠️ THIS STORY IS HISTORICALLY INSPIRED NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE ⚠️

Pretty. Popular. Doll. Three words everyone at Silverpoint High used to describe Solae Nyxwell. She was the 'IT' girl and no one questioned it. But the moment a heated altercation puts her in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons, someone unexpected starts paying attention. Luca Penford. The quiet nerd with sharp eyes and a fascination he was never supposed to have. He notices everything. Especially her. When their worlds collide, Solae becomes more than just the school's 'IT' Girl. She becomes his obsession. What could go wrong? Maybe everything.

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝- 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. [𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧]

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞- 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. [𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧]

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧]

"Let me be clear, piccola - you've unlocked a side of me I didn't know I had. And if you think you can keep me up all night, pushing boundaries, I'm going to show you exactly how ruthless I can be." My pulse quickened. "What do you mean?" I whispered, trying to steady my voice. His fingers slid down my side, tracing a slow, deliberate path. "The same way I close deals without mercy, I don't hold back in here." His eyes darkened, locking onto mine with fierce intensity. "You're not fragile. So I'm betting you can take more than a little roughness." I swallowed hard, words catching in my throat. "Good." His touch grew firmer, pressing into my skin with purpose. "But don't mistake that for lack of care." He softened just enough to make my breath hitch. "I want to break you down... but I'll cherish every part of you, even when you're trembling." His thumb brushed over a sensitive spot, sending heat flooding through me. "Now tell me, amore... what do you crave? What do you want me to push you into?" My voice came out shaky but honest. "Bondage. Control. Dirty words. Pain... edging..." A slow, satisfied smile spread over his lips. "You have no idea what you just invited."

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞]