he slowly licked my jaw and sucked my skin hungrily , while his both hands spread my legs further ; " look at yourself Eda " he murmured and i looked forward , seeing myself on the mirror on full display " see how good i make you feel " he added Eda's life as a college student and part-time waitress was ordinary until the night she witnessed a brutal murder. Now, she's trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the city's most feared mafia don Chase is ruthless, powerful, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his empire intact. When Eda becomes an unintentional witness to one of his crimes, he has no choice but to kidnap her to protect his secrets

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling as tears prick the corners of my eyes. "Please don't hurt me." The words barely escape my throat, fragile and desperate. He studies me for a moment, tilting his head slightly, almost as if he's amused by my plea. Then he scoffs, the sound sharp and mocking. "Why would I want to do that?" he murmurs, his voice smooth but carrying a dark undertone that chills me. He takes a step forward, and instinctively, I step back. "I've just found you..." He pauses, his gaze dragging over my face like a predator sizing up its prey. "And now you're mine." Aurora Evans leads a life of simplicity. Eat, work, sleep-her unchanging regimen is her sanctuary, and she has no intention of altering it. But what unfolds when a shadowy figure, lurking beyond her windows, takes an insidious interest in her? One glance at her in a café ensnares him, rendering him captivated, his singular ambition becoming clear: to claim her as his own. Aurora's attempts to escape his shadowy games are futile, especially in the cloak of night when he emerges, weaving his spell under the cover of darkness. He teases, entices, and pushes her perilously close to her breaking point. Her resolve is to distance herself as much as possible. Yet, fate has a cruel sense of irony. When she is abruptly dismissed from her previous job, she unwittingly lands a position working for him-as his assistant-entangling her in a web she can no longer evade. *A STALKER ROMANCE* #1 in "assistant" 12/23/24 #1 in "criminal" 3/8/25

The first time Niccolò De Rossi saw her, the world itself seemed to hold its breath. He had stepped out of his hotel with the easy arrogance of a man who ruled empires-steel and glass bent to his will, fortunes rose and fell at the flick of his signature. Women usually noticed. They always noticed. But she didn't. The girl by the fountain had ink smudges on her fingers, wind tangling her hair, sunlight caught in her laugh. She was sketching as if the marble lions before her were secret lovers confessing sins only she could hear. She didn't glance up at the sleek black car waiting for him, or at the doorman rushing to open doors. She only looked up when she felt him watching. And then-God help him-her eyes met his. Not hunger. Not awe. Not even recognition. Just curiosity, followed by the kind of dismissal no one had dared offer Niccolò De Rossi in years. It was supposed to be nothing. A fleeting look, a stranger's indifference. But instead, it burned through his veins, hotter than any deal, any conquest, any forbidden touch he'd ever taken. For the first time, the billionaire who had everything discovered something he could not command. And in that instant, Niccolò knew two things: 1. He would find her again. 2. When he did, he would not let her go-not from his bed, not from his life, not from the very bones of his existence

Amaya Rose. she is sweet and also very good at baking. she ignores her attraction for him because she doesn't know who he is, all she knows is that he works in the same building as her. what happens when she realizes he is her boss? Xavier Knight. He isn't nice to people unless he is close to them. But he has a soft spot for the girl who makes muffins for him? Sneak peek: I look at the time, 6:01, she is talking to him cause I'm a minute late? I need to start being exact again. "Hey muffin," I greet, cutting whatever he was saying off. "Hello sir," she smiles, God, her smile. Fuck. "I'll be there Blake, I promise," be where? Why is she promising him that? Why do I care? Why am I questioning everything when it comes to this girl? *This book contains sexually explicit scenes*

Ackrite Urban Fanfic | Mafia Plus Size 18+ Kemoni & Noelle ••••••••••••••••••••• A love story showing two sides of the same coin.. a marriage of convenience. ••••••••••••••••••••• Kemoni is a ruthless killer forced to marry because of family traditions. Noelle is a girl who just wanted to have fun.. even if that meant marrying a random rich man for free vacations.

Every morning, Serenity shows up to the office before anyone else - including Ezra Langford, her infamously cold, calculating, and annoyingly attractive boss. She brings him coffee, not because he asks, but because she wants to - always with a handwritten quote on the cup, something cheesy, optimistic, and completely not his style. Or so she thinks. Because while Ezra never says thank you, never even cracks a smile... he's kept every single cup lid with her notes. Hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, they're the only bright spot in his otherwise grayscale life. But when Serenity's warmth starts to get under his skin - and into his heart - he'll have to decide if he's brave enough to step out of hiding and tell her the truth: She's not just his coffee girl. She's the only reason he still believes in good things. »»-------¤-------«« "So, uh... any regrets on the merger yet?" "Only that Chase ordered shrimp from that place on 8th again." I laugh, too hard and too quickly. "You didn't like it?" "It tastes like regret." I grin. "That's what he said about your budgeting spreadsheet." Ezra's mouth twitches. Not a smile, not really. But close. I should say something professional. Something normal. Instead- "Do you really read them?" I ask softly. He looks up. "The quotes," I clarify, nervous now. "Do you actually read them, or... just collect them?" His eyes hold mine. There's no teasing in them. No cold, hard CEO mask. "I read them," he says. »»-------¤-------«« Word Count: 26, 074

Leo Rivera. Yeah, he's an asshole. He likes power, he likes control, and he clearly has secrets, I'm not supposed to know. Every girl wants him. Not me. So how the hell did I end up as his intern... and pressed against a wall? "Don't lie, Sofia," he whispered against my neck. "You know you want me." Expect the unexpected when you read. ;) A Dark Romance #1 in enemies (Dec 5th) #1 in brooding (Dec 5th) #1 steamyromance (Dec 7th) ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴɴɪᴇꜱ!!! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes.Reader discretion is advised.

Mila: I thought I knew my family. But everything changed the moment they told me I was getting married, to a man I'd never met. Now I'm being pulled into a dangerous world I never asked to be part of, tied to a cold, distant Russian who makes it very clear he doesn't want me. He's cruel. He's unreadable. He looks at me like I'm a problem he didn't ask for. But the more I learn about this life, and about him, the harder it is to ignore the pull between us. I can't fall for him. I won't survive it if I do. Nikolai: I never wanted a wife. Least of all the wide-eyed Italian girl who's been dropped into my world like a lamb among wolves. She doesn't understand how things work here. She's soft. Too soft. And yet... there's something about her I can't seem to stay away from. She was never supposed to matter. But she's starting to. And that makes her dangerous. ♡ Arranged Marriage ♡ Dark Romance ♡ Mafia