Valentina do you have any idea what you do to me on a daily basis? He said as I walked back, he got closer and closer to me till I was blocked by his office desk. He moves his hands to my waist and hoist me up on the desk , with my legs slightly apart he stood in between them while his tatted hand moved to My exposed thigh. Tell me ,I said as I moved my hands to his shoulders then to his hair ,playing with it as his hand moved higher up my thigh till he reached my laced underwear and started rubbing my clothed pussy through them. You make me wanna... ⚠️mature content ⚠️strong language

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. ⸻ Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.

Our pasts have a funny way of haunting us, sometimes as ghosts in your mind and sometimes right in front of your face. Alex Belkov would do anything for Anora. Anything. All for a woman who didn't even recognize him. • • • Whoever said love makes you do crazy things was fucking right. And I wasn't even mad at it. If anything I felt a sick sense of relief as I beat the man bloody- finally putting a bullet through his thick head. I had killed before. On the job you know, when it had to come to that. As a detective now I wasn't out on the field like I used to be. But I sure still knew my way around a 9mm. This wasn't exactly so different either. It was for justice- but my own justice. Her justice.

Russian. Royalty. Ruthless. Three keywords that sum up the Empire Uni that's owned by a Russian Mob. In which a high-class social group found themselves entangled in a web with innocent-looking girls who claim to desire the corruption surrounding them. Who knew, it would cost them their innocence ripped. Were they even innocent? Or did they just portray themselves like that. A captivating story that unravels the clandestine world of Russian high-formal class rich royalty, linked to the nefarious underworld of the illegal mafia. Against all odds, their paths intertwine with a humble group of good-looking girls they are drawn to, igniting a desire that transcends games and challenges. However, the true test lies not in conquering these obstacles, but in navigating the treacherous aspects of love without endangering their lives. A riveting University where friendships are forged amidst danger, and the forbidden allure of love threatens to shatter their carefully constructed facades.

[ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 #𝟏 ] It's a game of chess, it depends on who was playing all along, and who was naive enough to lose. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 If there's anyone as cold-hearted or twisted as him, it would be his father. He lives in the dark shadows, no one crosses their lines with him. He could smile at you and make you fall as his pawn, and then slaughter you ruthlessly with his mischievous methods. He is your prince charming who lures you to his bed by morning and becomes a monster in bed. He hates one thing: attitude. The attitude bratty girl gives him who is named Bridget Meadows, but he promises to bring her down to her knees, and she will. Power is his chessboard, and humans are his playthings he controls. _____

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

Omertà-the Mafia's sacred code of silence. No talking to cops. No betraying the family. No mercy for those who break it. Lorenzo "Enzo" Moretti lives by it. As the ruthless don of Chicago's most powerful Italian syndicate, he's built an empire on blood, loyalty, and unbreakable rules. Until Aaliyah Brooks. One glance at her soft curves, warm brown skin, and innocent smile shatters his control. She's light in his world of shadows-sweet, trusting, untouched by violence. He should stay away. Instead, he claims her. Obsesses over her. Vows to protect her at any cost. But in Enzo's world, love comes with secrets. And when danger targets what's his, he'll enforce omertà the only way he knows how: silently, brutally, without her ever knowing the bodies he buries to keep her safe. She's his salvation. He's her damnation. And once she's his, there's no escaping the don who broke his own code for her. A/N : This book has a lot of smut (they do it almost all the time) 🥲 and this book has a brand new story line

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck. "You think so?" He asks. "Yes, yes I do." "Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw. When he says that I feel my heart do a million flips over and over again, his words beginning to play through my head as I stare at the man in shock. Only for you. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝐙𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 She's a woman of a traumatic past. Sold to the Mafia at the age of seven. It's not something easy to have been experiencing, especially after having your mother pass away only two years before. But of course with every traumatic past brings out a strong, bold and undeniably attractive woman. One who is feared in the dangerous underworld of the mafia. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. ❝ I want to be in your mind every waking moment, your heart and fucking soul. The same way you're in mine. ❞ Started - 06/07/22 Finished - 22/12/22