Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

"Your father trusted me to take care of you." Another thrust. "And now his daughter is wrapped around my cock." "Roman-" "Take it." I do. My hips lift for more. His eyes darken. "Twenty-two years younger than me, fucking your father's best friend like this." He leans closer. "Tell me that isn't humiliating." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eden Winkler comes home with a ruined transcript, a bad attitude, and a reputation she stopped trying to defend. At twenty-one, she is officially academically withdrawn from college and unofficially the girl everyone in Hawthorne Grove expected to disappoint them eventually. She is beautiful, reckless, careless with men, and very good at pretending nothing hurts. Then Roman Stinnett is waiting in her mother's kitchen. Forty-three. Widowed. Tattooed. Severe. Her father's former police partner and the one man in town everyone listens to. Roman has known Eden most of her life, but he has never looked at her like this before. He is not soft with her. He corrects her. Watches her. Calls out every lie before she can finish telling it. He says she needs structure. She says he likes control. They are both right. In a suburb built on clean lawns and dirty secrets, Eden and Roman become something they should know better than to want. It is not sweet. It is not simple. And it was never going to end clean. - Henry Cavill inspired MMC - Megan Fox inspired FMC 🥇 #1 in adultsituations 🥇 #1 in raindrops 🥇 #1 in dadsbestfriend 🥇 #1 in mdom 🥇 #1 in law

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included*

I didn't know why Julian was so different from my other clients. His voice was the first thing to catch my attention, followed closely by words so hot they lit a fire within me. Everything he said drew me to him like a moth to a flame; but that's the problem with fire. Someone was bound to get burnt. -- Completed as of 14/11/2017. --

💔 WHERE YOU LEFT ME Book One - The Birch Harbor Series Second chance · Secret baby · Small town · He was Birch Harbor's golden boy. She was the mouthy kid from Maple Street. He never stood a chance. 🌊 THEN - Summer 2020 FLYNN DONOVAN remembers Ivy Novak. Camp. Skinned knees. Attitude problem. He didn't think about her twice. Then she walks back into his summer and she's not a kid anymore and he's fucked. Golden boy. Future cop. Cocky as hell. The kind of guy who smiles and girls forget their own name. Never had to work for anything. Ivy Novak is not easy. Eighteen. Sharp. Trailer park. Doesn't laugh at his jokes. Doesn't blush when he turns it on. Looks at him like he's a minor inconvenience. One summer. That's all it was supposed to be. He fell. Badly. Like write-love-letters-on-twenty-dollar-bills badly. (Flynn Donovan doesn't fall. Except apparently he does. Face first.) Then she ended it. Parking lot. January. Three words. There's someone else. There wasn't. 🥊 NOW - Autumn 2025 A bullet puts Flynn on leave. His mom gets sick. Birch Harbor's golden boy comes home. She's still there. Still mouthy. Still pulling pints at Owen's bar - his best friend's bar - like she didn't gut him five years ago. IVY NOVAK is not the girl she was at eighteen. Single mom. Two jobs. Raising her daughter, keeping her head down and her mouth - mostly - shut. She broke Flynn Donovan's heart five years ago. It broke hers too. 👶 And there's a kid. Four years old. Frog boots. Chicken nuggets. No filter. Blue eyes. His blue eyes. 🖤 He thinks she wrecked him on purpose. She knows she had no choice. The secret she's been carrying for four years is about to blow both their lives wide open. 💔 Two timelines. One secret. A four-year-old with a stuffed frog and a detective badge who's about to change everything. ⚠️ Content warning: explicit sexual content, strong language, emotional trauma, family manipulation 💔 18+ · New Adult Romance

When my Dad told me his best friend was finally returning back to his hometown, I expected him to be someone who got me bored with a word, not the one who got me wet with a look. I expected him to be someone I would rather ignore, not the one whose fantasies I pleasured myself to. I expected him to be an addition to my Dad's drinking group, not the one I'd prefer to eat me out. I expected him to be someone my Dad went out with, not the one who brought home my college bestie. More or less, I expected him to be an uncle, never my hottest-ever one night stand. ~• ⁠༶⁠ •~ Book #1 of Mr. Vincenzo Duology. Formerly, Mr. Vincenzo, with 700k+ reads. Deleted twice because people love it a little too much to become obsessed.

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.