Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 She's the city's top model. Seen by everyone. Known by no one. She survives by keeping her past sealed tight- every bruise, every secret, every ugly truth locked behind elegance and restraint. Her life is a performance, and she never misses a step. Until she slips... ...and falls straight into the orbit of the man she was taught to despise most. One reckless act- done under the guise of a false persona- sets something irreversible in motion. A line is crossed. A fire is sparked. And the illusion of distance between them shatters. That night leaves her with a hangover, and a realization she can't escape. You don't have to die to go to hell. Some men bring it right to you. He is power without conscience. A presence felt more than seen. The devil everyone fears. She is a mess dressed in designer. A voice that refuses to be silenced. The angel everyone envies. Logic says they should never align. That their worlds, their loyalties, and their sins are fundamentally opposed. Nexum says there couldn't be a better fit. 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 @xplicitlyvenus 2025, all rights reserved

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

"Have you ever," I pause, "touched yourself, Baylor?" "Well of course I've touched myself," she says like I am crazy. I chuckle a little. "I mean have you ever touched yourself in between your legs? Have you ever made yourself feel good?" She looks confused, "N-no?" I lean in and whisper in her ear, "When you go to bed tonight, I want you to touch yourself in between your legs while you think of me. I want you to let yourself feel that and if you make any noises don't try to stop them okay?" "O-okay," I can practically feel her throbbing in my lap. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

Rhea Rodriguez is the daughter of Romero Rodriguez, the don of the Spanish Mafia. In a twist of events, he is accused of theft by the Italian Mafia and has to give up his heir, Rhea to the infamous Raimondo Anoi, the don of the Italian Mafia. She hates him. He finds her intriguing. Days to weeks and weeks to month, Raimondo realizes that he is in too deep to let her go. What happens when we leave our beloved in the hands of someone we thought we could trust? °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° He took both of my legs in his hands and bent them backwards almost folding me in half. I never knew I was this flexible and all the timidity I was feeling evaporated and the only thing I could focus on was his breath fanning my naked soaked cunt and how hungry he looked at that moment. He dived in, tongue lashing me and not giving me a chance to run away from how deep he was going "Who owns this pussy?" He asked looking me dead in my eyes. Daring me to look away. "It's mine, but we can share" I panted... ~ Another Once Upon a Mafia romance💜

[ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 #𝟑 ] Valentino Lars was the family's black sheep, the unpredictable younger brother to Damien, the infamous mafia boss. Where his brother moved with cold precision, Valentino moved like a storm-a mix of charm and danger, known for his love of fast cars, motorcycles and his recklessness that bordered on suicidal. He was the man who tested limits, who played with fire until it burned. Running his racing arena, he thrived in chaos, pulling in the crowd that came for the thrill but stayed to watch him dance with disaster. He was magnetic, trouble trailing him like a shadow he couldn't shake. Carlotta Fernández was everything Valentino was not: calculated, controlled, and unbreakable. Her family's reputation was bad, but Carlotta was the exception, carrying herself with a quiet urge. She was stunning, with rich brown skin, long curls, and a striking beauty that only hinted at the strength within. Behind the wheel, she was pure precision, her talent for racing more about mastery than mayhem. Carlotta allowed few into her world, and for those who did break past her icy walls, her loyalty was a fierce, unshakable bond. Their worlds should never have touched, each representing a path that warned against the other. But fate, in its twisted design, pulled them close, the beginning of a collision neither could avoid. (18+)

[ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 #𝟐 ] BEING EDITED! Luciano Mariano stayed quiet and poised, with corrupting intentions for anyone who crossed his path. It was the depths of darkness lurking within him. His enemies whispered his name with trepidation, for they knew the consequences of defying him. Luciano's methods were as brutal as they were efficient. Adeline Meadows, the young girl who grew up around scary men, and perfect women, but she just couldn't fit in. She always saw the good in people no matter how they treated her. Despite growing with dangerous - revolting men who scared her, she saw the good in each person. An angel who was always the second option, an angel only Luciano could save. ____________ Christian Kingston. By his last name, you know ego runs in his veins. Christian was a perfect made-man. Strong. Independent. And has his fun with manwhoring. He always knew someone obsessed over him. His best friend's baby sister, who always found her way to him. Not only was he twice her age. But she's so fucking innocent and annoying he hates it. But deep down, he wants that innocence. Valentina Lars always got what she wanted. Just not him. Just not Christian who she longed for. Not her prince charming, but her deepest desire she craved. She wanted him to degrade and ruin her. She wanted love. She wanted everything involving him. Valentina knew damn well he wasn't bound to be with her, but what happens when that temptation can't be held in? What happens when her desire acts on impulse, physically.

[ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 #𝟏 ] It's a game of chess, it depends on who was playing all along, and who was naive enough to lose. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 If there's anyone as cold-hearted or twisted as him, it would be his father. He lives in the dark shadows, no one crosses their lines with him. He could smile at you and make you fall as his pawn, and then slaughter you ruthlessly with his mischievous methods. He is your prince charming who lures you to his bed by morning and becomes a monster in bed. He hates one thing: attitude. The attitude bratty girl gives him who is named Bridget Meadows, but he promises to bring her down to her knees, and she will. Power is his chessboard, and humans are his playthings he controls. _____

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 (ANGEL) Older. Scary. Silent. Damon Lars was always lurking in the shadows, a sinister presence that scared me. It would be oblivious for me not to notice him even in the darkest areas. He was there. Maybe invisible to others, not to me. My brother's best friend, Damon, was notorious for his dark reputation. While I immersed myself in books, I could feel his gaze upon me. Sometimes, I feel him notice me too. No one knows what happens when all my brother's friends are busy. I saw him. Every day. And I vowed to keep my mouth shut. My secret. And his. STELLA RUSSEL (PRINCESS) Rich. Entitled. Bratty. That was me, and I'm proud. I hated Grayson Meadows. He constantly treated me as if I were a spoiled rich brat - which I was - our fathers being business partners made us around each other a lot. Despite his mocking, he always protected me, causing me to feel uneasy in his presence. If I harbor such animosity towards him, why do I find myself concerned for him too? I hate him. But I fucking need him more. LILIANA ROSELINE (DOLLFACE) Jaxon's intense gaze always sent shivers down my spine, as if he could see right through me. He was Marci's violent older brother, a brooding figure with a penchant for chaos. Danger seemed to emanate from him like a dark aura. Yet, amidst his menacing aura, he would fixate his eyes on me, as if I were the epitome of perfection. But could a girl, so perfect, ever be enticed by a man like him? Yes, because I'm so deep down in love with him. AVERY RAVEN (LITTLE DEVIL) Alessio, the loud figure, refers to me as the 'little devil' and feigns animosity towards me. He says he hates me a lot. However, deep down, I am aware that his feelings are quite the opposite. In the dead of night, when the world slumbers, he clandestinely dials my number on each of my birthdays, evoking an unsettling sensation within me. Until last summer, when everything went south and I ruined Alessio's life