*Mature Content Warning* I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." *** She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! After her parent's tragic death, nineteen year old Violet Sinclaire moves to old mansion left to her by her father in Louisiana. She plans to find herself, restore herself.. be someone new. However, Violet has no idea of the all consuming and all frightening series of events that will unfold. He watches her. She knows it, and she wants to dive in head first. Violet SinClaire I love this house. I love that it's old and that I have good memories here. I came up here every summer with my brother as a child. It's morbid, I will admit, but then again so am I. But something feels different here this time around.. I feel uneasy, the air feels thicker. Something is calling to me.. or someone. Someone is watching me. The thought instills terror in me and sends waves of fear down my spine.. but I want to know more. I need to know more. What do they want? The Hunter I want her. I watch her. I crave her. I want to hurt her. I will have her, it's just a matter of time. Violet SinClaire will be mine, by any means. She will be become undone by my hands. She loves me, she just doesn't know that yet. I'm here to help her see. This is my vow to Violet.

He used to bully her. Now he owns her. When Alessia Romano walked into her new job at De Luca Enterprises, the last face she expected to see was his-Giovanni De Luca, the rich, sadistic bastard who tormented her in college... and the man who now controls her career, her body, and her every breath. Worse? He's not just a billionaire CEO. He's the boss of the Italian Mafia-and he's been waiting for her. Giovanni doesn't just want Alessia under his command-he wants her on her knees, begging, branded, and broken in all the ways only he can deliver. And when she resists, he doesn't fire her. He cages her. The tension is unbearable. The sex? Rough, possessive, and addictive. He spanks. He binds. He whispers filth in Italian while she moans into silk sheets. And despite her defiance, her hate, her fear-her body keeps surrendering. But Alessia is no longer the scared girl from college. She's smarter. Angrier. And dangerously close to falling in love with the devil who's tying her wrists and stealing her soul. In a world of secrets, bullets, and obsession, love isn't safe. It's a weapon. WARNING ⚠️ This story is extremely erotic If that's not your scene then please don't read But if you love dark erotica then you'll love this novel

My father died and left me nothing-except a debt to a man everyone fears. Damon Knight. I thought they'd take everything. The apartment. The memories. What little I had left. Instead- they took me. Now I live in his penthouse. Not as a guest. As his maid. Clean. Cook. Stay quiet. Don't disobey. That's the deal. He doesn't touch me YET. He says I will beg. Just watches. Always watching. Like I'm something he's trying to understand-or something he's trying not to want. Everyone says he's a monster. A man who controls everything. A man who never loses control. But late at night... when he corners me in the kitchen, his voice low against my ear-it doesn't sound like control. It sounds like restraint. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, Trouble." I look up at him anyway. "Fuck you" I say He just smirks ,"Soon, I will fuck you soo thoroughly that all you can think will be is how good my cock felt in your pussy." That's when it happens. That shift. Dark. Possessive. Irreversible. Because Damon Knight has one rule- he never kneels. He never tastes. He never fucks any woman. So why does it feel like... he's about to break it for me? A dark billionaire romance with a control-obsessed antihero and a girl who refuses to bend. He owns the city. But the only thing he wants to claim- No worship... is her. ___________ A dark romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die". "His to Worship | 18+" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is the 4th book of the "The Hawthorne Legacy " series.

〚 妖艶 〛 ╰┈➤"ʙᴇᴡɪᴛᴄʜ." | once upon a time, there was a girl who was as soft as an angel. And a curse who had the fury of a demon. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞." "What curse?" "𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞." •𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥!𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 •𝘛𝘞: 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨) 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

Owned By Him: Till Death Do Us Apart | A Dark Romance | 18+ Seraphina Blake was born to smile, nod, and obey. A prodigy at the piano and a masterpiece of quiet elegance, she was raised to be seen-not heard. But when her father signs away her future for power and prestige, Seraphina is thrown into a world of sharp suits, colder stares, and a last name that drips with legacy and lies. Damien Thorne is everything she isn't. Billionaire CEO. Heartless. Untouchable. The type of man who doesn't flinch when the world burns-because he's usually the one who lit the match. He never asked for a wife. Especially not one like her. But in a world where love is currency and marriage is war, Seraphina must learn how to survive the empire she was forced into... Even if it means melting the ice around Damien's heart-or letting it consume her. ---------------- The shock stole my voice. I could feel the smooth surface at my back and the heat of his body so close it made my skin burn. My wrists were pinned, and I was trapped. Still, I whispered, "Why are you doing this...?" His voice was low, rough, dangerous. "You play beautifully," he said, his breath ghosting against my skin. "So graceful. So poised. So perfect." For a moment, I almost believed it was a compliment. But then he leaned closer. "But I see past that sweet little act," he whispered. "All the pretty smiles and perfect posture-it's a facade. You're just another spoiled princess playing pretend. But don't bother. You won't fool me." ----------------

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

There's a thin line between good and evil. Good. Azalea Blanc in one word. Although she is constantly surrounded by crime, she never lets it alters her kind ways. When her job is to deliver food daily to all of the locked-up criminals in the crime capital of New York, she's used to seeing the darkness that can lay within people. Evil. Reese Ricci in one word. He rules the world of crime, killing and smiling in the color of red. By no means is he a kind man. He's ruthless, dangerous, and heartless. That is until he gets captured and thrown into a cell, and a certain girl enters to give him food. While Azalea tempts him into the light, Reese tempts her into the dark. And Azalea quickly realizes, Evil might just taste better than good.

Once, she was his whole world - the one he promised to cherish forever. But when trust wavered and faith shattered, he turned his back on her, leaving her heart in ruins. What followed was unbearable - heartbreak, humiliation for sins she never committed, abandonment by her parents, and the cruel whispers of friends and neighbors. Unable to endure the torment or the betrayal of the man she loved most, she left everything behind - her home, her city, her country - determined to rebuild herself. Eight years later, she returns not as the fragile girl she once was, but as a strong, confident doctor - cold, composed, and unbreakable. Fate intervenes when she is forced to save the very man she once fled from - the man who had destroyed her, now lying on the brink of death. He had spent those eight years in regret, searching endlessly for the love he lost - only to find her when he least expected it. Now, given a second chance, he is determined not to lose her again. As he struggles to win back her heart, she battles with the scars of her past. Can he truly earn her forgiveness after such betrayal? Will she ever trust him again - or will the walls she built around her heart keep him out forever? Come, witness their journey - of pain, redemption, and love reborn against all odds.