Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're always so wet." Alecio slammed two fingers deep, thumb crushing my clit, fucking me hard and fast until my thighs shook. Emeric's control finally snapped, eyes molten as he locked his gaze on my pierced nipples. Seven's mouth found my neck, biting in perfect rhythm with Alecio on the other side. "Imagine my cock splitting you open while Seven fucks your mouth," Alecio growled against my skin, "and Emeric decides which hole we ruin next." ----------------------------- Five boys. One lie. No forgiveness. I lied on the stand. Not by mistake. Not under pressure. I did it on purpose, and I did it for something I wanted more than justice. A billionaire went to prison. The world moved on. I disappeared. Now I'm back. Enrolled at the same elite university his son and his best friends attend. I thought I could stay quiet. I thought if I kept my head down, the past would stay buried. I was wrong. They remember me. They know what I did. And they want revenge served cold, cruel, and up close. So they drag me into their world of power, privilege, and manipulation. They move me into their house. Watch me. Corner me. Study me like I'm just another secret to uncover. But I've kept darker things hidden than they can imagine. And the more they try to break me, the more they start to fracture. Because obsession works both ways. And none of us are walking away clean. A dark, slow-burn reverse harem where enemies blur into lovers and lies are foreplay.

"please, I'm sorry, I won't do it aga-" She screamed "I know you won't doll" Lucian smiled "but bad girls needs punishment" August cried. Alexandar and Elijah smirked. ...................... The only thing that 17 year old August desired all her life was to turn 18 and leave the hellhole she has been surviving in. She had it all all planned out but everything got ruined when they entered and then she realized that it was worse than everything that she had previously gone through. They. Alexander, Lucian and Elijah. The three devils who were worshipped by women and envied by men but feared by everyone. They had it all planned out, get married for their business, conquer all big giants but everything crashed when they saw her in their own weddings. Who she was?? Their brides's sister

Jeremy Romano X Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "That I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

"Take her away from me and see if the world survives what comes after" -𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 Power breeds monsters. And Ivan Arcane has become one. Eighteen years old amateur spy Winter Seven should have run when she had the chance. But the deeper she strayed into Ivan Arcane's world of ruthless empires and forbidden desire, the more she realized, there is no escape from him. Not from the man who sees her as both salvation and sin. He's brilliant, merciless, and utterly obsessed. Every glance, every breath she takes feeds his hunger. He'll burn his sanity to the ground just to keep her safe... or ruin her if she tries to leave. And in Ivan Arcane's world, she's the only sin he'll never repent for. • 4-Year Age Gap • Dual POV • Morally Grey Billionaire x sunshine Spy Reviews: Book so good made me question my past life and past choices of books -thesaphireeyez I am blown away. WTF just happend? -meladeeee I think i seriously need to go for a check up. Why does my heart race so fast reading every fucking chapter? -amara_sullivan IVAN FUCKING ARCANE I love you so much baby -googleydodley So hot for what? -kookieshopes

Isabella Bianchi is a doctor, a woman of logic, discipline, and control....just trying to complete her residency in hospital of Rome. Her life is confined to the walls of the hospital, her heart guarded behind layers of self-built walls. Love is a distraction, an unnecessary burden-especially when she barely has time to breathe. But then there's him. Damian Luciano is a man no one dares to cross-the ruthless new king of the Vercasetti Mafia, feared across Italy. Cold, calculating, untouchable. A man without weaknesses. Except for her. For years, he has watched her from the shadows. Studied her. Wanted her. Has been hers. And now, he is done waiting. When fate-or perhaps something far more dangerous-pushes Isabella into his path, she finds herself ensnared in a deadly game of obsession. Damian is relentless, his devotion terrifying in its intensity. He doesn't ask. He takes. And no matter how hard Isabella tries to resist, every glance, every whisper of his name, only pulls her deeper into the darkness that is him. But love was never meant to be easy, especially not when it belongs to a monster. And Isabella is about to learn that once the Mostro Luciano has chosen his queen... there is no escape. A slow-burn, dark mafia romance filled with intensity, secrets, and a love that blurs the line between devotion and possession.

EDITING Anastasia: We all grow up being taught that every story has a villain, someone bad, someone who wants the worst for us, for everyone. The master of destruction, something so hellish that they even make the devil squirm; however we don't always end up marrying our villains, the princess is supposed to slay the beast and yet I still can't bring myself to slaughter my villain. His name is Vincenzo Romano... My childhood best friend's older brother is like a scary movie that you can't help but watch. He's beautiful, powerful, and especially ruthless. The head of the Sicilian Mafia, now ruling over the world like a god, he sees me as nothing more than an annoyance, and now... a murderer, a traitor, a... nothing. But I saw him... I watched him, I heard him. The things he had done, the crimes he had committed... for years, I watched, unable to look away. Now, I was getting married to him, and living with him like we were some perfect happy little couple, but we were missing only one thing, Love. I still watch him sometimes when he doesn't notice, because I can't help it, I'm like an addict and it's no longer in my head. Because he finally sees me... Vincenzo: Her name is Anastasia, like the Russian princess. My baby sister's closest friend grew up hanging around my house, constantly in my family home like she owned it, like she belonged there. For a time I would have allowed her to, until she did what she did best, destroyed everything. My past enemy and new ally's perfect little adoptive daughter, was finally ready to be sold off by her father, and I couldn't be happier with my newest purchase. I felt the way she froze beneath my eyes, the way she shivered at my presence, and most importantly how she submitted to my touch. I hardly thought about her these last couple of years, but now with my little sister no longer in the way of us, and Anastasia alone, desperate at my mercy In my house. Read Blurb in first chapter to find out more.

[ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 #𝟐 ] BEING EDITED! Luciano Mariano stayed quiet and poised, with corrupting intentions for anyone who crossed his path. It was the depths of darkness lurking within him. His enemies whispered his name with trepidation, for they knew the consequences of defying him. Luciano's methods were as brutal as they were efficient. Adeline Meadows, the young girl who grew up around scary men, and perfect women, but she just couldn't fit in. She always saw the good in people no matter how they treated her. Despite growing with dangerous - revolting men who scared her, she saw the good in each person. An angel who was always the second option, an angel only Luciano could save. ____________ Christian Kingston. By his last name, you know ego runs in his veins. Christian was a perfect made-man. Strong. Independent. And has his fun with manwhoring. He always knew someone obsessed over him. His best friend's baby sister, who always found her way to him. Not only was he twice her age. But she's so fucking innocent and annoying he hates it. But deep down, he wants that innocence. Valentina Lars always got what she wanted. Just not him. Just not Christian who she longed for. Not her prince charming, but her deepest desire she craved. She wanted him to degrade and ruin her. She wanted love. She wanted everything involving him. Valentina knew damn well he wasn't bound to be with her, but what happens when that temptation can't be held in? What happens when her desire acts on impulse, physically.

[ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 #𝟑 ] Valentino Lars was the family's black sheep, the unpredictable younger brother to Damien, the infamous mafia boss. Where his brother moved with cold precision, Valentino moved like a storm-a mix of charm and danger, known for his love of fast cars, motorcycles and his recklessness that bordered on suicidal. He was the man who tested limits, who played with fire until it burned. Running his racing arena, he thrived in chaos, pulling in the crowd that came for the thrill but stayed to watch him dance with disaster. He was magnetic, trouble trailing him like a shadow he couldn't shake. Carlotta Fernández was everything Valentino was not: calculated, controlled, and unbreakable. Her family's reputation was bad, but Carlotta was the exception, carrying herself with a quiet urge. She was stunning, with rich brown skin, long curls, and a striking beauty that only hinted at the strength within. Behind the wheel, she was pure precision, her talent for racing more about mastery than mayhem. Carlotta allowed few into her world, and for those who did break past her icy walls, her loyalty was a fierce, unshakable bond. Their worlds should never have touched, each representing a path that warned against the other. But fate, in its twisted design, pulled them close, the beginning of a collision neither could avoid. (18+)