"you don't own me" Ethan snapped "I know, but you carry my last name now ."Dante exhaled slowly Some marriages begin with love. Theirs began with a hate. Ethan was forced into a world he never wanted-one built on power, blood, secrets, and men dangerous enough to destroy everything they touch. And at the center of it stood Dante: cold-eyed, ruthless, impossible to understand. Their vows were never meant to mean anything. Not when the marriage was arranged. Not when trust felt more dangerous than hate. But somewhere between the threats, the betrayals, the violence, and the nights that left scars deeper than wounds, the line between survival and love began to blur. They realize that some vows are not meant to break. Even the cold ones.

❝I know you love God or whatever, but I want to do the most unholy things to you.❞ Small towns harbor two types of people: those that live and die within the confines of it, and those that get the hell out while they can. Hudson is one of the lucky few with the means to pack his bags and run as fast as he can once he graduates high school. Although he can't quite cut ties with his family and leave his past in the past, he can take advantage of a fresh start in the city that never sleeps: New York City. College is a chance for Hudson to find out who he really is--and who he wants to be. He's a good boy with a religious knack and a girlfriend back home who doesn't mind that he's saving himself for marriage. His deepest secret that he likes men is neither new nor surprising, more so downright despicable. Damnable, even. When he meets Zane, an eccentric friend of his roommate, his entire earth is turned on its axis and the life he thought he wanted vanishes. Zane opens his eyes to a world of freedom full of lust and sin. And for the love of all things holy, he likes it.

"I'm venom, baby. One bite from me and you're dead." RANKING: NUMBER 1 IN #HYBRID [6/27/2020]

VIKTOR POPOV He was like a fire igniting the tip of my cigar-a spark I didn't ask for, yet couldn't ignore. His smile, full of teasing marks and challenges, crawled under my skin. Somehow, it set me ablaze in ways I couldn't control. The way he openly taunted me, dared me, made me yearn for him. And I wasn't the type to yearn for anything-or anyone. I never cared what people thought. But one look at Connor, and I could feel something shifting inside me. Something dangerous. Something ravenous. And It's addicting. CONNOR MACKEY His silver eyes were like bullets, piercing straight through the armor I'd spent years perfecting. I'm an open book-but only the parts I choose to show. Most people don't care to read beyond the surface. But he does. Viktor Popov dares to read every line, every chapter. The ones I keep hidden. And I hate that it feels like he already knows how it all ends.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

Raised on hate. Fueled by obsession. One craved control. The other refused to break. But when pain turned into desire... And violence tasted like foreplay... Their war became something far more dangerous. This is not a love story. This is a battlefield where hearts bleed, and nothing is innocent. ⚠️ 18+ | Dark Romance | Toxic Obsession | Emotional & Physical Violence | Reader Discretion Advised

"Twenty million," Pond repeated quietly. "He owed me that money." The sea crashed violently below, punctuating the silence. "You'll return it in a week," Pond continued, voice calm enough to be terrifying. "Or I'll kill you here... and let the ocean take care of the rest." "I can't make that much money," the boy said, his voice strained, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt. "I'm just... working as a barista."

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