"We both know I ruined this tight little pussy for anyone else." He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet, filthy sound that makes me cry out. He leans in, lips brushing my ear as he fucks me senseless. "No one else is ever gonna make you cum like this, Adriana. No one else is ever gonna own this pussy the way I do. And you fucking know it." - - - At an elite international boarding school, anonymity is law. The heirs of the world's most powerful criminal empires - mafia, cartels, and syndicates - attend under first names only. No last names. No identities. No exceptions. Antonio is feared for a reason. Fueled by rage and backed by power, he rules the academy through intimidation alone. Adriana is just as dangerous - stubborn, sharp-tongued, and the cousin of one of the most brutal ex-cartel enforcers alive. For three years, they've hated each other with a passion. Every conversation turns into a fight. Every glance into a challenge. And somehow, neither of them knows when to walk away. What could possibly go wrong when two of the most dangerous souls in the school are obsessed with breaking one another? In a place where secrets can kill and passion burns hotter than vengeance... everything.

"I owe you nothing." "And even if you begged me for it, moya koroleva, I wouldn't tell you." "Oh, really?" Evelina Vitale was raised on blood and silence. She was never meant to be soft - only strong enough to inherit an empire. Aleksandr Volkov believes in rules, consequences, and survival. Care is weakness. Hesitation is death. Sent to Sicily, he expects negotiations. Violence. War. He does not expect her. A masquerade. A gunshot. A mistake neither can undo. He saves her life without knowing who she is. She lets him live without knowing what he is. Enemies by birth. Allies by necessity. Ruined by desire. Because in Sicily, there are no saints - only survivors.

18+ | 2026 WATTYS SHORTLISTER | First Draft | Not edited. |"You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." | The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.