My heart hammers against my ribs as his thumb presses hard into my jaw. The silence in the hallway stretches thick and heavy. "Thats what i thought" he murmurs when i stay silent. His hand tangle in my hair, jerking my forward roughly. My chin tipped to the ceiling the only place i can see. "Who am i to you dear?". I swallow hard the roots of my hair stinging from his grip. I should back down. I should play nice but I don't. I force my eyes directly onto his. "A psychopath" i spit out my voice laced with pure hatred. Rafeal stares at me. One. Two. Three. A low gravelly chuckle rumbles deep into his chest vibrating against my own body. "You want to see how crazy I can get,kitten?" His finger massage my hair, the other finding my waist. Heat digs under my ribs with unrevolving warmth. I close my eyes briefly . ୨୧・・・・୨୧・・・・ "You don't belong to yourself anymore." I never believed monsters existed. Until Rafael Russo. As the head of the Russo mafia, Rafael is feared by everyone who knows his name. Charming when it benefits him and terrifying when it doesn't, he sees people as pieces to move, problems to erase, and anything he wants as something he already owns. Then he sees me. One glance is all it takes for him to decide that I'm his. I'm nothing like the dangerous world he lives in. I'm quiet, shy, and raised to believe there's good in everyone. But after I'm kidnapped, I'm forced into a world of blood, lies, and violence-where escaping Rafael becomes impossible. The more I fear him, the more fascinated he becomes. He doesn't understand love. He understands possession. And he'll destroy anyone who tries to take what's his.

After fleeing her abusive ex in the middle of the night, Chloe Dawson arrives in a small coastal town with nothing but a duffel bag, a crying six-month-old baby, and the last of her savings. She rents a tiny apartment where the walls are paper-thin. Next door lives Sergeant Mason Kane, disciplined, exhausted, emotionally closed off, and currently on leave between military assignments. After years in the army, silence is the only thing that helps him sleep. Then the baby starts crying every night. At first, Mason is irritated. Chloe is terrified of him. Every knock on the door reminds her of the man she escaped.

*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

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.

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