"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 pooled at the eyes of the seductress in front of me. ❝You still hate me?❞ The poison in my heart moaned as I bottomed out in her, her wetness tightening around me. ❝Of course I do- fuck! Right there!❞ She cried out, biting her lip to quiet her moans, trying her hardest to deprive me of that soul quenching satisfaction. I gently tug at her bottom lip with my thumb, releasing her lip from her teeth, wanting to hear every cry come from that pretty mouth. ❝That pussy of yours says otherwise❞ I moan, repeatedly slamming in and out of her, basking in her seductive aura, feeling myself crumble from her touch. ▂▂▂▂▂ What occurs when two fundamentally different worlds intersect but relate to one another more than anticipated? These two kingdoms will do more than clash when an aspiring mafia boss and the Boss/Daughter of one of the most powerful drug lords in history come into contact. Their lives will twist, turn, and even collapse trying to keep a tight grasp on one another. What happens when one of the most lethal pairings, power, and lust, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟗/𝟐𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 - #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

Amelia Landing a position as lead photographer for the Griffins is a dream come true. Capturing every intense game, every unforgettable moment on the ice-this is everything I've worked for. After everything I've been through, this job is supposed to be my sanctuary, a place where I can keep a safe distance from anyone who might get too close. Besides, with the no-fraternization clause, there's no danger of crossing any lines...or there shouldn't be. But then there's him-the star defenseman, with that easy smile and hopeless romantic heart. He doesn't know my past, and he can't understand why I can't risk letting him in. He's a complication I didn't ask for, a temptation I can't afford. But part of me wonders what it might feel like to believe in someone again...if only I dared. Logan After getting burned once, I told myself I wouldn't go all in again. Love was supposed to come easy to me-the happy-go-lucky defenseman who can make friends with anyone. But the last time I let someone in, it ended with a bruise I'm still healing from. So yeah, I told myself to keep things simple...until she showed up. She's standoffish, always keeping me at arm's length with this hard look that says, "Stay away." And yet, I catch glimpses of something softer, something she's trying so hard to hide. The more she pushes me away, the more I want to know her, to show her she doesn't have to stay guarded forever. Maybe that's a risk worth taking...if only she'd give me the chance.

{2022 WATTY SHORTLISTER} {18+ COMPLETED} England, 1842 Lady Hutton, otherwise known as Penelope Chapman, cares not that her husband has a wandering eye. That is, until he wanders away completely--all the way to the continent with his mistress, where he's been for the last five years. Abandoned, Penelope decides she shall not spend her life living without the occasional night of casual companionship. But then Penelope meets British naval officer Beckett Ash, and she realizes that there isn't anything casual about him. The man who has been assigned to protect her whilst uncovering a smuggling operation at her summer house party is strikingly handsome, and their connection is increasingly difficult to ignore. There are only two problems. Firstly, Beckett hasn't a clue that Penelope already has a husband. And secondly, his best friend and fellow naval officer is Penelope's protective half-brother. What happens when Beckett decides to marry an already married woman?

✓ COMPLETED ✓ Started: 30th SEPT 2020 Finished: 20th NOV 2020 EDITING! His apartment door opened to reveal a sexy, shirtless Landon King wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a mischievous smirk. "You rang?" His British accent questioned leaving Carlota Santiago speechless. She played with the curly ends of her hair and sighed. "I'm ready for you to f*ck me" She spoke, fearlessly. ~ Landon King was perfect. A wealthy man with looks of a God and a perfect manners. His only flaw was lusting over his girlfriend's best friend. Carlota Santiago was seen as perfect. A young woman studying to become a doctor, looks to die for and the kindest person you could think of. Her only flaw was lusting over her best friend's boyfriend. Carlota wants nothing but to avoid Landon's charms and to keep her friendship with her best friend, Brinley. Landon wants nothing but for Carlota to fall for his charms and keep his girlfriend, Brinley, clueless. Will Carlota be able to keep away from Landon or fall into the temptations of lusting for her best friend's boyfriend? ~ "This was a mistake." She muttered looking in the other direction. He touched her thigh and rubbed it slowly. "It's the best mistake you've made, admit it, love." He whispered in her ear. *-*-* #3 British - 24|03|21 #1 Backstabbing - 26|03|21 #2 Lovehate - 22|04|21 #1 Explicitlanguage - 24|04|21 #1 Dangerous - 18|07|21

A 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬 novel. Can be read as a stand alone. ~ "𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝." ~ Vincent Rossi never survived himself. The world calls him the Don's Butcher. Capo. Killer. Monster. A man built from violence and sharpened by it. He carries ghosts like scars beneath his skin, and every drop of blood on his hands has only made the silence inside him louder. Then he sees her. Azra Sorrentino is everything he isn't. Brilliant. Defiant. Unbreakable. A woman forged in cruelty who somehow emerged with her heart intact. She should hate men like Vince. Instead, she can't stop looking at him. What begins as fascination becomes obsession. What begins as safety becomes temptation. Because beneath Vince's control lives something dangerous: a possessiveness capable of destroying them both. And beneath Azra's independence lies a secret that could unravel everything she believes about herself. The deeper she falls into Vince's world of soldiers, blood debts, and buried sins, the more impossible it becomes to tell where salvation ends, and ruin begins. Because the greatest lie Vince Rossi ever told wasn't to the police. Or even himself. It was believing he could protect Azra from the chaos when he was the chaos. And when the truth about her past finally comes for them, both will discover that love is far more terrifying than violence. In a world ruled by monsters, saints don't survive. They become monsters too. ~ -HEA/No OWD -Romance/thriller -mature scenes (18+) -AGE GAP (26F and 39M) -DARK STALKER ROMANCE -stripperxmafia I DON'T OWN THE COVERS.

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝.❞ In which an intern has a sex contract with her boss. || MATURE CONTENT || Cover by @vanillalust

My throat tightened. My cock throbbed against my zipper.She knew exactly what she was doing.And fuck me, I was letting her. "Keep looking at me like that." she whispered."And I might actually be merciful." I raised a brow. "Mercy, huh?" She smirked. "You'll beg for it."Then her hands were on my belt,tugging it open like it offended her. "Taking control, kitten?" I asked, voice rough."Just showing you what a bad girl can do." She pulled my zipper down and freed me, her warm breath hitting the tip, making every muscle in my body lock up. I hissed through my teeth, one hand fisting into the couch cushion beneath me, the other still tangled in her hair. Then she took me in her mouth...and fuck, I forgot how to breathe.Her tongue worked like she was born to ruin me.Slow. Messy. Purposeful. She looked up at me through her lashes, daring me to move. Daring me to break. "Shit, baby." I groaned, head dropping back against the cushion.But she didn't stop. Her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in rhythm, her mouth so warm and tight I could barely hold on. Every sound she made, every soft moan, every lick, it drove me closer to the edge. I gripped her hair tighter, forcing myself not to thrust into that pretty mouth. Her mouth was fucking heaven. Warm. Wet. Perfect.Each stroke, each flick of her tongue had me on the edge of losing it. I was close, too close. And she knew it. --------- She was never meant to love him. But now she can't live without him. Amore Ricci used to clean his floors and avoid his gaze. Now she wears his ring and carries his name. But being Dante's wife isn't a fairytale.It's obsession, scars, and danger. He protects her like she's everything. But loving him comes with a price. Enemies are circling. Ghosts from the past are rising. And Amore is no longer the girl who flinched at gunfire-she's colder, stronger, and madly in love with a man who could break her with a single lie.

𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑨 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒗𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆. Malina was just a girl when Alexei korolev became a part of her life-a terrifying, magnetic presence with blood on his hands and secrets in his eyes. Years later, When they happened to live together... and suddenly, Alexei can't look away. She's off-limits. Untouchable. But every time she calls him "Old Man" in that sweet voice, every time she dares to defy him-he gets closer to breaking the rules he swore never to cross. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐤𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭. But claiming her means crossing a line that could destroy everything-family, loyalty... and his own soul. Because once he has her, he's never letting go. Even if it costs him everything. "𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒌𝒂," he growled, his voice low and rough, the kind that ignited a fire deep in her core. She looked up at him, breath shaky, desire written all over her flushed face. "𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆... 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏." That was all he needed. No more rules. No more restraint. Just her-exactly the way she wanted. And he'd give her everything. Their chemistry is dangerous. Their connection, deadly. Because loving her means betrayal. And touching her means war. But monsters like him don't fall in love... do they? #81 blood #2 fiesty #2 dadsbestfriend #758 revenge #12 heavysmut #17 pakhan #642 russianmafia #218 strongfmc

𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, Book 1 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 a dark enemies-to-lovers gang/mafia romance by 𝐊. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊. 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 One of the most feared and deadly syndicates in all of Italy. Whispers of their names alone sent shivers down the spines of even the boldest criminals. But among them all, none cast a longer shadow than 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐀-the leader, the weapon, the son of the oldest Russo, and the most brutal soul in the underworld. He wasn't a monster carved from myth. He was worse-human. A man built like a god, carved by rage, and cursed with eyes like the original Gorgon. They didn't turn people to stone anymore... but they froze them just the same. An arms trafficker. A tactician. A tyrant. Medusa wasn't born from the Echoes of Olympus-he forged them with blood and fire. But he wasn't the only myth walking in flesh. She had spent a year running from her past, a year choosing every day not to end it all with a blade across her veins. She could have vanished. But instead, she reached out with bloodstained hands-back into the shadows where it all began. Her name was spoken in the underground like a curse. 𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄-the black-haired goddess. Unpredictable. Unyielding. A tormentor of tormentors. And a woman with nothing left to lose. Now, both rulers of the dark are forced into a fragile alliance-two myths wrapped in flesh, carrying fire and fury in their veins. And they just happen to share the same enemy. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Strong langue - Sexual content - Violence